>Strawberry Rhubarb Bars: a perfect June snack or dessert

>It’s June. The rhubarb is growing like wild and strawberries are on sale at the farmers’ market. Fresh, local strawberries. Fresh, local (backyard!) rhubarb. What could be better? A recipe for using both.

Strawberry Rhubarb bars
(from Mother Nature Network)

Filling
1 ½ cups fresh or frozen unsweetened rhubarb, cut into 1 inch pieces
1 ½ cups sliced fresh strawberries
1 tbsp lemon juice
½ cup sugar
2 tbsp cornstarch

Crust
1 ½ cups all-purpose flour
1 ½ cups quick-cooking oats
1 cup firmly packed brown sugar
¾ cup butter, softened
½ tsp baking soda
¼ tsp salt

Directions
Combine strawberries, rhubarb and lemon juice in a saucepan and cook on medium heat for 8-10 minutes, stirring occasionally
Add sugar and cornstarch to fruit mixture, bring to boil, and allow to boil a minute or two until sauce thickens
While the strawberry mixture is cooking, combine the crust ingredients and mix with electric mixer until the mixture resembles course crumbs – it will be very dry
Reserve 1 ½ cups of crust mixture and pat down the rest of the crust mixture into a 9×13 pan that has been sprayed with non-stick or greased.
Spread fruit mixture over bottom crust
Sprinkle the rest of crust mixture evenly over the top
Bake in a 350° oven for 30 – 35 minutes until golden brown
Cool completely before eating – if you can wait that long!

I’m already thinking ahead to autumn. I wonder if I could use this recipe to make cranberry-strawberry bars with fresh cranberries and frozen strawberries? My guess is yes.

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>Nonconformity and Being Remarkable

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There’s a definite nonconformist streak in me. On the surface, I may appear ordinary, but when I saw The Art of Nonconformity and its 6 Ways to Change the World, I subscribed to the RSS feed immediately. One of the recent posts asked about being “remarkable,” and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The suggested criteria for being remarkable were edgy, yet accessible.

To be remarkable means:
You do work you enjoy that also makes a positive difference in other people’s lives.

I teach. I’m not an award winner, I’m one of many, but I’m one of many who make a difference. I know that I might make a small difference to some, an average difference to others, and if I’m lucky, a big difference to a few. Yes, I enjoy my work. There are times, though, that I don’t enjoy my job. To this statement, I answer yes, but a qualified yes.

You complete your education (high school, college, university, graduate school, whatever) because you want to, not because you feel like you should.

This one is a little more difficult to address. I completed my degree and then went back to school to add the specific classes that I needed to earn an elementary teaching license. Yes, I did it because I wanted to do it. However, in a field with stringent licensing requirements, there wasn’t much – really, there wasn’t any choice in the matter. To earn my license, this was the road I had to travel.

Helping others is not something you do as an afterthought. It is a central part of who you are, just as doing what you want is.

I took these statements in the order they came, which was also in order from easiest to hardest. No one goes into teaching for the “summers off.” In my field, work doesn’t end when the bell rings. We spend extra time planning, assessing, evaluating, and more. My schoolbag is heavy on weeknights and heavier on weekends – unless I plan to spend part of the weekend in my classroom. Filling out referrals, getting services for kids who need more help than I can give, and working with counselors and social workers are all tasks that come outside my workday. Helping others is ingrained in all educators, all the time.

When it comes down to the crunch, though, choosing my own path is rarely an option. My disability doesn’t fully block my personal journey, but it creates side trips. Hearing impairment is both costly and mentally challenging. Hearing aids and their related testing and services are not covered by health insurance. Learning to lipread and educating those around me are ongoing responsibilities. I can only hope that as hearing impairments become more common in the mainstream, people I’ve taught will use those adaptive skills as they work with others like me.

Family needs affect the route, too. We’re truly the sandwich generation, responsible for our children and our parents. Paying college tuition for one child, working out IEPs for another, helping parents move out of homes and into condos or apartments, the list goes on and on.

These are important tasks, all of them. If I rephrase the last statement, it maintains its meaning while being more realistic for my life:

Helping others is a central part of who you are, part of your daily life. The choices you make reflect that outlook and philosophy.

Remarkable? Maybe, maybe not, but I’m on the right track. Let’s get that high speed rail installed so I can make more progress!

Thanks to Chris Guillebeau at AONC for the thoughtful inspiration behind this post.

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>One family’s stash becomes another’s treasure: notes on the rummage sale

>I had good intentions of getting before, during, and after pictures. Business was booming as we opened, however, and I was too busy to reach for the camera. Note to self: take pictures early or the night before the sale. Later in the morning the tool table looked like this.

Elmo, Ernie, and Rubber Duckie (sing it with me!) all sold separately. Note to self: try harder not to cringe when a potential customer activates Tickle-Me Elmo.

Ten cents a box or jar: this “table” (a long board between ladder and actual table) was packed full of jars and boxes of various screws, nails, bolts, and other tiny tools of the building hobbyist’s trade. By ten in the morning, when I took the picture, it was half gone. Note to self: In this case, seeing the shelf half empty rather than half full was thinking positively!

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>Questions on the eve of a family rummage sale

>Where on earth did all this stuff come from? Will we ever, ever be able to park our cars in the garage again?

Tools, familiar and not so familiar. What size is this bedframe? Why, oh why, did the in-laws keep so many of these in their shed for so many years when they weren’t using them at all? Will anyone actually buy them? Did we price them low enough?

The toy and collectible table: Husband did some research online to find accurate prices for some of these older items like his brother’s old 007 lunch box and his own Land of the Giants thermos. Will his time and effort pay off?

And will the toy table keep kids away from the sharp objects on the other end of the driveway?

And finally: What the heck is this? It looks like I should hook it behind a horse and pull it through the fields, but it is definitely a hand tool. Ideas, readers?

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>To Tell the Truth — or not!

>Minnesota Matron (a kindred spirit in many, many ways) tagged me with a unique meme. This one has to do with the Seven Deadly Sins, but in a rather interesting fashion. Here’s how it works.

The meme is sinful: “Sometimes you can learn more about a person by what they don’t tell you. Sometimes you can learn a lot from the things they just make up. If you are tagged with this meme, lie to me. Then tag 7 other folks and hope they can lie.”

Pride
What is your biggest contribution to the world?
The Internet. Twitter and Plurk, mostly. You didn’t know I’d helped? I let Al Gore take the credit. He needed a boost on his resumer more than I did.

Envy
What do your coworkers have that you wish were yours?
Clothes. Designer suits, expensive pumps, all from major department stores, dry-clean only of course.

Gluttony
What did you eat last night?
Imported foods, pumped heavily with chemicals and hormones, all brought in from great distances and at great expense.

Lust
What really lights your fire?

Brett Favre in purple. Snort. Snicker…coffee out the nose…couldn’t do it. I couldn’t say that with a straight face!!

Greed
Name something you hoard and keep from others.
Plastic shopping bags.

Sloth
What is the laziest thing you ever did?
Left the fireplace mantel undecorated for months. Oh, wait, that one’s true!

Anger
What really, really bugs you?
Memes. (rotflol)

This meme reminds me of Opposite Day, the game where kids will do and say the opposite of what’s true for as long as they can handle it. Even Spongebob has attempted Opposite Day!

I’m to tag seven other bloggers to complete the meme. Okay, folks, opposite time! I tag Michelle at Scribbit, Kristin from Going Country, Earth Muffin, Kristin at Halfway to Normal (she’s so sincere; this might be hard on her!), Flea (she may have already done this meme, but she’s so hilarious I can’t take a chance on missing her), and Jenn of Mommy Needs Coffee. Wait, that’s only six. Anyone else who hasn’t done it yet, take a chance!

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>Take me out to the ball game!

>One great reason to take my daughter to the ball park: Her pictures are far superior to mine! These are from the Donald Driver Charity Softball Game. We had a good time watching – me, watching over my box of popcorn; La Petite watching through her camera viewfinder. These incredible athletes, these huge – GIANT – men, playing softball instead of football. I even had trouble recognizing some of these gridiron stars without their helmets and jerseys!

AJ Hawk up to bat – look at that hair!

Donald Driver batting: pretty good form, for a football player!

Above: Nick Barnett up to bat for the defense early in the game

Below: Barnett lets his hair down and bats for the defense again.

The game was called after six innings due to rain. These guys can bat, but don’t field quite as well. The final score was an outrageous tie – 38-38, I believe. We were running to our minivan for cover as the game ended; I didn’t pay attention to details!

All photos above by La Petite.

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>Hotels are good for Me Time because…

>Hello, BlogHers! Procrastination and doubt did me in this year. I’m a mere 200 miles North of the conference, but I won’t be there. Instead, I’ll describe a hotel stay for an entirely different reason.

When La Petite came home from her college-led trip to Italy, Husband insisted I go pick her up. His reasoning was sound. “I need to be nearby in case the trainee on the satellite truck needs help, and I need to get ready for the window installation on Monday.” And the most important part of his argument: “You need to get out. You need a break.”

He was right. I’m usually a morning person, so picking up daughter at her campus (2 1/2 hours away from home) at 11 PM isn’t my usual task. But this time, the day after school let out for the summer, it was exactly what I needed.

I reserved a hotel room in a nearby town, which was no easy task due to weddings and graduations. I left home after supper, checked in around 8 PM, and relaxed. Truly relaxed. Me time? Totally. Absolutely.

A couch, a laptop, and the chance to watch a Milwaukee Brewers baseball game on my own without negotiating for the channel.

A refrigerator and microwave, just in case I needed them. I didn’t need them, but they were handy if I did.

Towels that I didn’t have to wash or fold. I don’t fold the towels cute like this at home, either.

Need I even mention it? The in-room coffeemaker is my favorite hotel toy.

Yes, I needed this. A little me time, a break from home, short road trip, and mother-daughter chat time full of stories from her trip. All was well with the world.

BlogHer buddies, enjoy the conference and each other. If you figure out the secret to the cute towel folding technique, let me know. As for the in-room coffeepots, be nice and share!

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>Summer cold: the menu

>Breakfast:
Orange dreamsicle. Cold, soft, smooth, and sweet. Capable of soothing a raw throat, sore from mouth breathing all night.
Coffee

Lunch:
reheated cheddarwurst on a bun
Diet Coke over ice

Snack:
reheated coffee (I fell asleep after one cup this morning)
Planters peanut butter cookie crisps dipped in reheated coffee

Supper:
Chicken dumpling soup in crockpot.

Ah, the crockpot. How would I feed the family without it? No, don’t answer that. I’m not sure I want to know. The slow cooker let me simmer a beef stew while I was gone all day to a public school rally in Madison. Daughter stirred it, added gravy, and served it.

I used my one and only burst of energy to pile ingredients into the crockpot: two chicken breasts I’d thawed on the grill’s dying coals (planned-overs), carrots, celery, onion, peas, beans, and a few herbs and spices. Then I let the soup simmer all day while I napped, tissue box at my side. When I woke from my afternoon nap (yes, I did nap twice; leave me alone, I needed it), I pulled a can of Grands biscuits from the refrigerator, diced two of them into very small pieces for the dumplings, and saved the rest to bake with supper. Bisquick makes the best dumplings, but today I was short on energy. Easy dumplings were on the menu.

Summer colds. I could be upset about missing being outside and having fun, but I’m not. Instead, I’m glad I can stretch out on the couch and nap without worrying about preparing lesson plans for a sub. Rain made it too wet to work in the garden, so I’ll have to wait until the soil dries and my energy level picks up. Meanwhile, I put orange dreamsicles on the shopping list just in case anyone else gets sick. You know the Girl Scout motto: Be Prepared!

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>Disclaimers

>Ever since we bought the LoveSac rocker and laughed out loud at its warning tag, I’ve enjoyed looking for warnings and disclaimers that are out of the ordinary. Some mix humor with legal warnings like the LoveSac. Some are intended to be serious and end up simply confusing. Some are… well, see for yourself.

On a group email: “This is a transmission from (insert company name here) and may contain information which is privileged and confidential. If you are not the addressee, note that any disclosure, copying, distribution, or use of the contents of this message is prohibited.”

So…if I am the addressee, does that mean I can disclose, copy, distribute and use the contents of this message to my heart’s content?

On a package of hotel coffee: “Consuming Smart Roast coffee in conjunction with staying at a Holiday Inn Express hotel may result in rapid increase in intelligence leading to an alienation of friends due to your knowing the answers to everything and not being afraid to say so.”

I’m not sure I can figure out the real meaning of this warning label before I’ve had my morning coffee, but I’m ever on Jeopardy, I’m bringing a cuppa with me!

On the Amtrak web site: “Cell phones typically do not work well in long tunnels.”

Before I quote Homer Simpson (Doh!), I’ll just state for the record that the last one probably belongs in the same category as “Do not eat the rocker.” We’re traveling by Amtrak later this summer; I promise, I won’t try to text message anyone while we’re inside a long tunnel. I’ll wait until we’re out of the tunnel and I’ve had my coffee before I try to apply logic to my cell phone. Friends, you may have to wait until we’re off the train before I send any email.

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