My contribution to lunch was a yummy squash hotdish that turned out great. It was a bit like pumpkin pudding and everyone wanted the recipe! It was really easy, I put it together last night and baked it this morning while I was getting ready.
I picked up some cute things from the piles of campaign tee shirts and glittered tanks. A pretty paisley dress, a gray skirt, a black skirt, a green collar shirt and a brand new pair of Jess's favorite black glitter shoes!
- A tea towel with all of the things that make me think of her.
- Poppyseed stuffed coffeecake that she makes everyday.
- Potato dumplings for her annual Dumpling Sunday.
- Jars and jars of sweet hot and dill pickles.
- Rosaries that she uses and makes for foreign countries (not shown yet).
- Deer for deer hunting because she hosts all kinds of needy men, getting up before the crack of dawn to make them breakfast having lunch and dinner for them when they come in and just mothering them for two weeks (also not shown).
I added apples to mine and I think a little too much sage, cause it smelled better than it tasted. (I keep thinking I should be eating turkey or stuffing and then it's squash and my tongue is confused.)
The crust had a crazy recipe that included lemon juice, sour cream and freezing the flour for an hour before you started. I did better on rolling it out this time too, although there was a lot of room for error, since it didn't necessarily have to fill a 9-inch pie pan and you didn't need a top crust. And what I wouldn't do for a pastry cutter. Fork + frozen butter = not fun.
Also, I took a break from working on Christmas presents to add a little more to my cowgirl pillowcases. I put some flowers to tone down the pistols and gave the girl something to say. I like them better now, they seem less like they're floating in space.
I don't like any of my costume ideas and still haven't finished the one I decided on. I bought candy on Friday and apparently even that was too early, cause it's in danger of being gone before Wednesday. I have no self control. I had to move the bowl across the room away from me.
Also, I want it to be okay for me to listen to Sufjan Stevens and Mariah Carey Christmas music. I keep having to stop myself from picking it on my iTunes.
By they way, have you seen the December Blueprint? (I gave in and started subscribing.) I can't stop drooling over the pink tree and the gold dress.
Or at least head-to-toe wool. After sitting on the couch or at the table for any amount of time in our house, I start fantasizing about coving myself in cashmere or down. These cashmere pants would make excellent pajamas.
Is it wrong to spend the money we "save" on keeping the temperature low at home on cashmere pajamas? Is it defeating the purpose? Maybe, some rich benefactor will give them to me for Christmas.
How bout these robes?
Jess and I last year on this day. Remembering why we were doing this was a good boost at the end of the campaign.
I also looked all over town for some blank tea/floursack towels to embroider. It seems they are not for sale anywhere in the area. What? I have no problem finding them in Bemidji. What is wrong here? I went to JoAnn Fabrics (they have them on their website, but not in store), Hancock Fabrics has them, but were out-of-stock and I know there aren't any at Treadle Yard Goods or Michael's. Hancock assured me they should have more by Tuesday. Ugh, another trip to the suburbs. Maybe Crafty Planet has some? I'm going to give them a call. (Update: Success! They have 2-packs for $5.75 each or individual towels for $2.25 each. This seems high to me, but I'm used to $1 Crazy Daze price at Ben Franklin in Bemidji.)
Even better would be some pretty colors like these from Amazon, but I think I could order some white in bulk and dye my own for cheap.
I sat down at my sewing machine on Sunday to try again and see if I could figure out what is wrong with it and fix it. After an hour of wasting thread, I can tell that for some reason the thread is getting caught on every spin of the bobbin and causing everything to jam. I guess I do have to bring it in. Makes me want to buy a $50 machine at Target (but that wouldn't have nearly the same charm).
I'm considering hosting a craft night at my house, that could possibly turn into something recurring. It'd be like a stitch-n-bitch and everyone could bring their own craft to work on (scrapbook, knit, etc.) and I'd provide food. Or should it be more Martha Show style, where you just come and I provide the crafty part. Anyone interested?
I used a really great and easy recipe from Allrecipes.com. I baked the squash while I ran across the street to the grocery store for an onion and cream cheese.
I had to puree the squash and the cream cheese together and I added my chicken broth to the mixture too. This caused my cheap-cheap blender to leak, ugh, all over the counter. A big delicious mess.
Never the less, it turned out really yummy and spicy (lots of cayenne pepper) and just like I remembered. Butter and cream cheese and squash - great for a rainy, cold, Fall night.
The opening prayer for our bible study about sin was this song by Patty Griffin. It tells the story of the morning after a one night stand and dealing with the guilt and regret. It details some of the ways that I run away to try and deal with my shortcomings. I couldn't have picked a better church to join. Italics some of the insights we discussed.
Patty Griffin - "Every Little Bit"
It's funny how a morning turns a love to shame
Disguised and disfigured and you thought I tasted like rain
There`s nothing here but a shadow nothing here
Now you know
There's nothing here but the shadow, and now you know
I spit, I spit in the eye
I tear, I tear out my heart
and I scatter the bits
I stay unseen by the light (Adam and Eve hiding their nakedness from God.)
I stay untold by the truth
I'm sold by a lie (Eve)
By this I am able in all of my travels
To make these memories quit (I'm always trying to make my memories quit. Cain tried to run away from his sin.)
But tonight I clearly recall every little bit
I can chew like a cannibal
I can yell like a cat
I even had you believing that I really really like it like that
But there was never a moment
Not a moment
Now you know
You never got within a hundred million miles of my soul
I spit, I spit in the eye
I tear, I tear out my heart
And I scatter the bits
You left open the window till the morning
And the winter walked in
Reality fired her wooden bullet
Splintered under our skin
They say I'm walking on freedom
This is freedom (Free will, freedom of choice to sin or not.)
Now I know
I still don't blame you for leaving,baby
It's cold living with ghosts
I still seem to be emotionally surprised to tears by things at Good Shepherd. So many moments make me want to cry when I am there (things that are not sad). Things that wouldn't affect me nearly as much if I was anywhere else. It's as though walking through the doors allows me to shed a wall that I've built around me to deal with life.
I had a few theories as to the root of this issue of crying at church: 1. Missing a community that was in love with me like at BUMC. 2. The amplification of my singledom at church where I'm surrounded by young families and lots of babies. 3. Missing my Mom. 4. My cycle (this was disproved when it would happen EVERY week). I thought I had remedied this with joining, getting involved and people actually recognizing me after attending for a few months. And last week it wasn't that bad. But then tonight at bible study, this song just made me want to cry. I miss Kari.
Then there is always my cowgirl fall back. But, really that's not much of a stretch and I need to get a hat.
I used to boycott Halloween, back when I thought it was the devil incarnate. And honestly, I really don't feel comfortable dressing up as someone whom I'm not. I know it's supposed to be fun, but I'd rather be me.
Not only do I want to buy a whole bunch of her tags for Christmas gifts, but she makes me want to get out my prints and glue. Her designs remind me more of high school collages than the traditional perfect suburban mom stuff.
I keep buying clearance supplies, thinking that some day I'll actually sit down and start doing it. But, when I do, it doesn't live up to my expectations. I think I need to approach it more like website design and then I would be happier with the result.
They used cocoa powder and were great. I was a little worried that the bananas were too ripe and that I'd give myself e.coli, but I guess baking them takes care of that. How do you know when a banana is too far gone?
I had lots of plans for my Saturday and got plenty done until about 1:00 when I went shopping and lost steam. I did hold myself back at Michael's and did NOT buy the glitter bones. They turned out to be kind of expensive cause the glitter comes separate. I do think I might go back and buy some black glitter, that would be usable for multiple holidays. Now I just need to decide what to glitter-fy.
I did pick up some fabulous clearance fabric from Treadle though (sorry no photo). One is a brown and white cotton damask that could possibly be curtains for the living room. But it may be too much brown for in there.
And the chocolate chip pumpkin cookies turned out more like a cross between cookies and scones. I assume it was because I used pie batter with lots of eggs and had to add a lot of flour to dry it out a bit. They were spongy and a bit bread-like. Still good, just not cookies.
Jessica says I need to hold myself back. But they're SO cool. And I don't even like Halloween decorations.
Please ignore the crumbs.
After waiting for everyone to finish cooking in the kitchen last evening, I dropped my cooked pumpkin (see previous day's posts) into the blender for a little pureeing. And then mixed in all the ingredients from my internet recipe including (according to the comments) an extra cup of sugar. It made a TON. I had enough for two pies plus extra so I made up some chocolate chip pumpkin cookie dough and put in the fridge for another day.
I really suck at making crust. So, of course it cracked and caused me a lot of heartache trying to get it rolled out and into the pie pan. I did learn to add more flour beneath it every 30 seconds though. I had a big mess going last night.
Then it spilled in the oven and made more mess. For some reason I thought I would have time to bake the cookies too. So, as I was removing the cookie sheets from the broiler pan, something fell behind the drawer and wouldn't allow it to shut anymore. Thus, I had to leave it open for the rest of the baking, cause I wasn't going to reach my hand past the flame to retrieve it. Oy.
This morning I brought it in to work and meekly had my coworkers try it. It's good! I feel like it is amazing that a pumpkin that I bought on Sunday is now two made pies. Mission Accomplished.
I baked my smaller pumpkin last night so I can use it for pie tonight. When I took it out I watched the closer one implode. Ack!
Now all the cooked insides are waiting in the fridge for me when I get home tonight. Mom recommended that I puree it in the blender to make it smoother.
While it baked I made crust from Mom's recipe in the Bemidji UMC cookbook. It's also in the fridge waiting for me when I get home. It says it makes four crusts. Should I roll out the crusts before I freeze the extra or leave it in a ball? Seems like I should roll it out first.
On the stove are the seeds that I scooped out and baked. I'm not a real big fan, but I brought them in to work today and Sandi traded me for some pumpkin cake - what a deal!
After two and half hours of driving and getting lost and Andrew sadly getting a ticket for avoiding a car and (not really) passing on the right, we finally arrived and took our time on our hayride and walking through the corn maze.
We found two of the hidden "treasures" and made it out safely!
I never posted how my pictures on the wall turned out, so here they are. Pretty similar to what I had before I painted, but it works. This wall has all my black and silver frames together to match the black posy decal. It's a mix of Green Cheese, and photos taken/purchased on trips. The window wall has my Jen Oaks "Pink Tights" print and my original painting from Laura Albertson.
On the bed is the "My Dress" print by angeldamico I ordered from Etsy that arrived on Saturday! Now I need to find a place for it too.
The other side of the room is mostly brown frames, my Klimt print and another original Laura Albertson painting. Also, I'm using my photo board as a place to display all my political buttons and hang necklaces. I still need to replace my wall sconces. If only Target had the same lighting selection in the store as they do online. And then that it would go on clearance 75% off. That would be beautiful.
We ate it out of the shell with tomato sauce, asparagus, potatoes and jalepeno cheese bread from the bakery. It was a feast!
Then we took our full stomachs to First Ave. for the 10:30 door opening (SO late). We finally made it in (with an extra scalped ticket for Jessica's friend, Mike) at 11:30. There were plenty of hipster kids and particularly a bunch of drunk annoying ones in line in front of us. They didn't get in (mostly cause I don't think they were 18). And who did I see at Girltalk, but Gerry Cardinal, Lane Lilliquist and Hart Thorson. Of course. It wouldn't be a Minnesota night out if I didn't see someone from Bemidji.
We took spots on the balcony with our beers and waited impatiently for the sub-par openers to finish. Here's a view of the crammed floor of dancers with the lights up:
Finally, Girltalk came out at 1:00 AM (I am used to 1:00 AM closing time so this was a little much) and rocked out with fans on stage and him pretty much hovering over his laptop the whole time. Jessica was convinced that it was all pre-recorded. Really, we'd never know if it was. Nevertheless, Girltalk made us forget all about the horrible openers and left us with lovely mixes playing in our heads on the way home.
I love watching the synchronization, the costumes, the smiles and putting it all together just so with interesting music, to create a rise in the audience. Just seeing all that work makes me want to be part of it again. And I've been away from it long enough to forget the catty, dramatics of it high school.
Image via flickr
Whoa, what? Totally, makes coming to work (and obsessing over what to wear) this morning worth it. Now, if only the boys here would think that too:)
I made myself a proper dinner last night: pasta and cheese sauce, turkey ring bologna and asparagus and acorn squash. Mmm. This gives me hope that someday I will be a cook who is just as good as Mom.
It ended up making four meals worth. This is a very frustrating issue when cooking for one - you have leftovers for days.
As with many things that I've recently tried (painting, sewing), I've found that cooking is really pretty easy. It's just that I had this big anxiety about doing it for the first time. Once I'm past that first hurdle, I can generally do whatever I aspire to. How liberating is that?
Dinner tonight is slated to be just as fun. Jessica and I are going to have our (I think we should make it annual - it was a glorious treat to have a home cooked meal last year during the campaign) spaghetti squash bowls with tomato sauce. Mmm.
We had an IM conversation earlier this week that went something like this:
sparkle at the capitol: I bought a bunch of squash at the grocery store do you want to eat it on Friday before the concert?
neat!: i was just going to say that my mom gave me one too and that I should wait to eat it with you.
sparkle at the capitol: We are turning into the same people!
neat!: what else do you want with dinner?
sparkle at the capitol: Well, I was thinking I'd stop at the bakery by my house and get some bread and I have some good red potatoes that I could bring too.
neat!: bread and potatoes? We are the same people!
neat!: i think i need a bumper sticker that reads: I heart carbs!
sparkle at the capitol: Totally
neat!: i've been listening to country radio on the internet when i study
sparkle at the capitol: Wha?
neat!: what's happening to me?
sparkle at the capitol: We ARE turning into the same people.
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He's the one who vetoed the tax bill with increases in Local Government Aid. Which caused your property taxes to increase. He's the one who wants to fund everything on a CREDIT CARD. A credit card - does that sound like good fiscal policy? I didn't think so.
He's the one who is so unceasingly stubborn in negotiations that it's his way or nothing at all.
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The Design*Sponge website redesign is gorgeous!
It's eclectic and beautiful without being cluttered. It's what I'd like my design to be, but haven't quite hit it yet. Really inspiring. Go see it.
I'm in love with movie and especially the soundtrack of Once. Mom and I went to see it at the Highland while she was in town on Friday. All I had known about it was that it was a love story and Mom would probably like that better than the other shoot-em-up movies that were playing.
What we saw was a wonderfully indie, modern "musical". Musical in the way that it actually feels like this couple would really sit down and sing like this in real life. The songs are filled with emotion and harmony and they made me want to sing along (really not that hard).
I, of course, promptly downloaded the soundtrack from iTunes and it now stands to bump out Lori McKenna as my new CD that I will listen to constantly for the next month.
I baked cookies yesterday. Also potato salad and stir fry. My foods tend to not match, because I make what I feel like eating with what I have. And yesterday I had potatoes, eggs, cookie supplies, noodles, soy sauce and peppers.
I also rationalized buying some crochet thread at Michael's when I was there getting more embroidery floss. Here is my first attempt at crocheting an edging for a pillowcase. Not too bad.