Sounds Nice, But….

My Ysabela is more like me than I originally realized. She was “scheduled” to hang out with her best friend this evening, but as the time grew nearer, she was dragging her feet about it. She confided to me that she “just didn’t want to leave the house” tonight. Her friend’s mom and I just made an on-the-fly change; I went down to pick up her friend to hang out here instead. On the way back home, we chatted about how a good plan sounds great sometimes until the time comes and we have to actually do something! She knows my girl pretty well.

I like the idea of hanging out with certain people, but I have to be in the right frame of mind. I don’t know how many times I have planned to go somewhere and do something fun just to be too lazy or unmotivated to actually go do it! Once I’m home in my jammies, I have to be dragged away.

Looks like my “apple” didn’t fall too far from the tree, right?

Egg Rolls, Anyone?

Another miracle has taken place—Stacey and I have this weekend off. We are rarely off at the same time, so we are making the most of it. Pork and chicken are unthawing for another adventurous egg roll making session. 🙂

When I was in high school in Virginia, we had one Vietnamese family in town. I tutored one of the daughters in school, and she invited me over to “help” her mom make a batch of egg rolls. I was so excited to be included and have the chance to “own” that recipe! My family already had a lock on southern cooking. As a youngster, I had access to all kinds of good recipes from my mom and her sisters and friends, but learning to make authentic egg rolls was something they couldn’t really teach me.

I watched (and helped a little) while carrots, celery and onions were minced and mixed with two types of meat. My favorite mix is pork and chicken. You can mix any two ground meats you like. An egg was added to the mix along with a little sugar and flour to help it all hold together. If you try this at home, save some egg white to seal the rice paper before the egg rolls are fried. The part that really fascinated me was watching the stiff rice paper become pliable when submerged in a dish of hot water. The meat mixture was spooned on, egg rolls were sealed and put into the deep fry. One thing to keep in mind: do a test run by putting a bit of the meat in to fry before you actually add the egg rolls. Make sure the temperature is right so the inside of the meat is properly cooked.

If you are lucky enough to have access to an Asian food store, stock up on rice paper. Egg roll wrappers and spring roll wrappers will do, but rice paper is the best option. You can tailor the flavor to your tastes. Stacey adds all kinds of spices to hers, but I like the basic mix, and I leave out the minced veggies because Ysabela and I don’t really like onions and stuff. Happy cooking!

Apples Everywhere!

Last night I spent a relaxing evening cooking with a new friend. We work together, but we hadn’t had time to really get to know each other until recently. Her mother had given her a few apples, so I suggested making fried apple pies with my mom’s recipe. Laurie, my new friend, had never heard of those, so I emailed Mom for the recipe and away we went!

Laurie’s mom surprised her by bringing over more cooked apples for our pie-making enterprise. That gallon of cooked apples multiplied to produce a few apple pies for each of us, three baked confections, one large apple crisp and two small ones. Laurie sent the two small crisps home with her mom so she could bake them at home and enjoy them with her husband.

By the time we were done cooking, it was after seven. Laurie’s mom left with her apple yummies; I took my stash of apple goodies home soon after. Laurie and I decided to sample the apple crisp after school today with coffee. We did a great job! Thanks, Mom, for the recipe!

One of my fried pies...tasted pretty good!

One of my fried pies…tasted pretty good!

Mourning

Driving to the closest Wal-Mart this evening gave me plenty of time to think. There’s a funeral tomorrow, and my heart is so heavy. I hurt for the family, especially the children. I realized as I drove that I have been grieving in increments—when I have some alone time, I ponder the unfairness of a family losing a husband and father in the prime of his life. When I am around others, I put my feelings in a box and shove it to the back of my mind.

People grieve in many different ways. Some openly cry and seek the company of others. I have always done my crying in private. I am a control freak, so I feel weak when others see me upset. I do my best to handle my business when I’m alone. Keep in mind that just because someone isn’t being demonstrative, that doesn’t indicate that the person lacks emotion.

Another Storm!

A storm warning went out, so this time I decided to go looking for trouble. My daughter didn’t want to head out storm chasing, so I called Stacey to see if Gen, Bela’s best friend, wanted to go. No sooner than the words left Stacey’s mouth, Gen was moving! I picked her up, and away we went!

This was a fast-moving storm, but we did get hail in the half hour we were out. The clouds were amazing.

Gen always tilts the camera....

Gen always tilts the camera….

I took this one.

I took this one.

Gen took this pic of the rainbow that followed the hail and rain.

Gen took this pic of the rainbow that followed the hail and rain.

Life and Beyond in a Small Town

One thing we know about life is that nobody gets out alive. Our rural community has been rocked by deaths in the last few months. Two awesome family men are being mourned. The community has been completely stunned by the losses.

The main question we have asked is, “Why?” We may never understand. I hate that feeling of helplessness that follows the news. How can we help the grieving family members? All that comes to mind is pray and “help them cry.”

The scariest part is that both men were seemingly healthy fellows. That just goes to show when death comes for us, we can’t say, “Can you come back later? I have some things to wrap up first.” Mourning our losses has brought us all closer to our own feelings about mortality. We have been forcefully reminded that when it’s our time to go, nothing can stop it. I plan to make every day count.

#Ricebucketchallenge

I accidently found an idea I super like: instead of the ice bucket challenge, it’s something called the RICE BUCKET challenge. Don’t get me wrong; I’m all for having a good time and raising awareness, but the idea of dumping a bucket of ice water on myself holds little appeal. According to the news, the ice bucket challenge has been responsible for increased donations to fund research and treat ALS. That’s certainly a wonderful thing.

The thing I never thought about was how obscene wasting water would seem to people in countries without a steady supply of clean drinking water or suffering from drought. With so many hungry people in India and many other places in the world, another idea was born—that of the rice bucket challenge.

Visit the links below to find out all the details. I’m sure you’ll like the idea as much as I do!

http://www.npr.org/blogs/goatsandsoda/2014/08/27/343498667/rice-bucket-challenge-put-rice-in-bucket-do-not-pour-over-head

https://www.facebook.com/ricebucketchallenge

The Chicken Chick

State Fair

Our county has a wonderful 4H leader, and I appreciate all the work Sue does on behalf of our children. She helps the kids learn new things, schedules workshops to create projects for fair, and transports projects to state fair and sets them up. She is an amazing lady. She even took this picture for me since I couldn’t get to state fair myself! Thank you, Sue, for all you do for us.

Thanks to Sue, I have a picture of Bela's project!

Thanks to Sue, I have a picture of Bela’s project!

A Lofty Goal?

I spent all summer stressing over finishing classes, work and all the other daily responsibilities like cooking dinner and having meaningful conversations with my teen and more. I tried hard to fit in the important things, but too often I got sidetracked by tiny details that don’t really matter in the long run.

Your opinion of what matters might very well be different from mine, but I have a goal—I have started writing a book, and I want to finish it. I’m only 13 pages into it, but all writers begin with a sentence, right?

I am ashamed to say that I didn’t add one word to my rough draft over the summer. Since my work and study schedules are lighter this year, I think it’s time to remedy that. Maybe I will have a completed manuscript by the end of the school year.