20 February 2012 1 Comment

Influenza Influenced

Pinot, patient Pinot. Daisy Barringer, this photo is for you.

I’m quite sure there’s nothing more boring than listening to someone go on and on about how sick they are. But there I am.

Go wash your hands,
drink your water and
avoid snot-nosed toddlers because
I have not been flat dead sick for six days straight in a decade.
(It’s every bit as awful as I remembered.)

I guess the good news is that I’m off anything illegal,
dairy, wheat and booze,
because it just all sounds gross.

Oranges and kale juice? Sign me up!
(Thank you influenza for that charming legacy.)

The worst part of this flu was not the coughing, congestion, headaches, fever, intestinal distress, full body rash or crusty eyes, no, it was the inability to multitask.
Hell, the inability to task.

See, I don’t really sit still at home, my fingers are always moving. My eyes, reading, my ears, listening.

I stuff envelopes while listening to an audio book and reviewing blog posts.
I type emails while watching television and evaluating podcasts.
I constantly consume and produce.

And this week, I have been able to neither consume nor produce.

I have just stayed in one place,
not even staring at anything,
just being sick.

My responsible Midwestern work ethic shrieks,
YOU ARE SO NOT WORKING ON ANYTHING RIGHT NOW!

I tried to silence it.
(I’m trying to get better, Midwestern work ethic, hush, you.)
But still, it hollers.

So I’m getting back to you.
Tomorrow.
When I’m better.
Because damnit, I’ll be better by tomorrow.
I have to be.

P.S. Mom update: Last night, her blood pressure spiked, she felt like she was having another stroke, there was another emergency room visit. Alls well by today, but damn, as a fellow sufferer of super-high blood pressure, it freaks me out a little. I thought this was over already. Thanks so much for your good vibes. They mean the world to us.

14 February 2012 1 Comment

St. Valentine’s Day

Celebrate Valentine's Day

We had a good breakfast. Pancakes, strawberry smoothies, whipped cream, eggs and heart shaped bacon.

Valentine's Breakfast

Tiny presents were exchanged and everyone kissed.

Sweethearts

The pinkeyed toddler and the sugargiggy toddler had a day filled with love.
And their parents did too.

Working on that smile

Hope your Valentine’s Day was filled with love. Actively taking the time to LOVE some people is good for all of us.

10 February 2012 1 Comment

Helen Jane’s Pancake Recipe

Each Valentine’s day, we have a special breakfast.

Pancakes

This has been a tradition from the early days of our marriage, and now that we have children, it seems to be the most practical solution.

We’ll exchange cards and compliments, but for the most part, it’s all about a luxurious breakfast filled with treats.

Treats like strawberry juice.

Cheers!

Treats like pancakes.

Heart-Shaped Pancakes

These are solid pancakes.
I know, I make them enough.

They’re my best and favorite pancake recipe. Not gluten free, vegan, dairy-free or particularly healthy, they are the tastiest, fluffiest, tangiest pancakes I’ve had the pleasure of preparing.

Here’s the thing about pancakes. Making them makes me feel better because I remember this rule every time I make them.

No one’s good right away.

This rule is driven home to me only because the first pancake never works. Ever.

The oil is all weird, the pancake gets too brown or underdone.
Really, the first pancake is a grody old trial pancake.

And that’s totally okay.

You don’t get judged for screwing up your first pancake, it’s expected.
And you’re still worthy of love.
Valentines day pancakes are my favorite.
Just like you.

Helen Jane’s Pancake Recipe

Ingredients
1 1/2 cups self rising flour (regular flour is also okay, you just won’t get the extra BOOST of boostery.)
1 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 cup sugar
2 eggs
1/2 cup buttermilk
1 cup whole milk (plus or minus a little, depending on your desired batter thickness)
3 tablespoons butter, melted

Directions
Before you start stirring, turn a medium sized sauté pan over medium-low heat. Add a tablespoon or two of oil to the pan.

Submerged

Sift the flour, baking powder, salt and sugar together. I use a whisk.

In a small bowl, whisk the two eggs together. Add the beaten eggs to the dry ingredients along with the one cup of buttermilk. Stir until barely combined (roughly 10 turns around the bowl with a big spoon).

Add the second cup of whole milk. Stir for 10 more turns.
Add the melted butter, stir a few more takes.

Take either a 1/4 cup or a 1/2 cup sized scoop of batter out of the bowl to make your pancakes. I like making them a little smaller so we can have more of them.

When pouring pancakes into the bowl, make the pancakes into a heart shape to show the people you love that you’re willing to do a little extra (for only free dollars!).

When the pancake begins to show bubbles on the top, it’s time to flip the pancake over.

Wait until the newly pan-side of the pancake is smooth and tan and then put on a plate in the microwave until you’re all done using up the batter.

Serve with butter and real maple syrup and strawberries and whipped cream.
If you can, procure your maple syrup from my brother Charlie, who makes his own maple syrup.
(Isn’t that amazing?)

Tablehearts

Pancake freely!

8 February 2012 1 Comment

8:30 pm, Tuesday

Nora Lea

Hey! What’s this on my pillow?
It looks like a feather?
It IS A FEATHER!
MOM! MOM! Come here! There’s a FEATHER ON MY PILLOW!
What’s a FEATHER doing on my PILLOW?

Well, my love, your pillow is filled with feathers, thousands of them.
Feathers fill your pillow because they are soft. Feel that soft part?

BUT THIS PART IS POKY AND SHARP.
This part might hurt me, you have to get rid of that part because I might hurt myself. I might cut something by accident. I might cut my finger off by accident.
I’m going to cut my finger off by accident.

Well, I’m not sure…

NO. I’m going to cut my finger off with this feather and you’ll take me to Dr. Anders and he will look through the fingers he has and he’ll say, “SORRY I DON’T HAVE ANY REGULAR FINGERS.” But I will say, “That’s okay, I’ll take a pink one.” And he’ll put a pink finger on me.

Oh… uh…

And it will be the best finger, my pink finger and I will love it so much.

Okay, Nora Lea, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.
Nighty night, my love.

Nighty night.