>Daisy’s potato salad

>I know I’ve posted this in the past. I apologize for the redundancy. It was a good three day weekend, with a good balance of busy and relaxing, with a nice short parade on Monday. Picnic season is here and Chuck brought his German potato salad to share. Here’s my standard potato salad; we’re a two potato salad family! Ah, so skilled, we are.

1 1/2 lb. red salad potatoes, cut into small chunks (peeling optional; I like mine peeled)
1/2 cup Miracle Whip or similar dressing
2 hard-cooked eggs, chopped
3 green onions, diced
black pepper to taste
Cook potatoes in boiling water about 15-18 minutes, until tender. Drain. Rinse with cold water. Drain again, completely.
Combine remaining ingredients in medium mixing bowl. Add potatoes; mix lightly. Sprinkle with fresh herbs if you wish, and then leave a comment for me. I love new variations on old recipes!
Refrigerate several hours until chilled.
Serve cold.
The green onions and chives are up. I take pleasure in knowing that I don’t have to buy green onions; I can just walk out to the garden and pick one when I need it. It’s a simple pleasure.
Enjoy. Stay out of the storms, and enjoy the good weather as long as it lasts.

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>I love a parade!

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Every year we start Memorial Day by throwing our lawn chairs in Amigo’s bike basket and hitting the road for half a block to stake our claim on a good place to watch the parade. Seriously, it’s half a block from our home. We watch from the front yard, and when the police are putting the traffic barriers up, we head over and park ourselves in the road under our favorite shade tree. Here’s Amigo and MIL cheering on the municipal city band. Chuck? He was relaxing.

Amigo didn’t look excited to see my alma mater march past. Well, at least he applauded.
I tried to get my neighbor’s son in this shot with his baritone – instead, it looks like part of the seventy-six trombone section from Music Man.
And then we went home. Home, to help out our “real live veteran in our front yard,” as Amigo put it. FIL didn’t want to struggle all the way down the street with his walker, so he settled under our mock cherry tree and read a book. We gave him a little flag next to his lawn chair so he could be part of the festivities.
Happy Memorial Day, everyone. May your family members in the services stay safe and return to you soon.

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>What to bake?

>Kitchen sink muffins!

Darn, no zucchini. I thought I had some in the freezer; zucchini just doesn’t freeze well. Tips, anyone?
Make home made ice cream!
Ah, ice cream maker bowl isn’t chilled. Put it in freezer, wait a day.
Blueberry muffins! Now this I can do. Get 2 cups of blueberries out of freezer, let them thaw for a while, then make muffins. We can eat them tomorrow during the parade.
Meanwhile, I’ll go work in the garden before the rain arrives.

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>Five on Friday: Politically Speaking

>I couldn’t do it. I started to write about the control freaks we have in our state legislature right now, not to mention in the governor’s office. I couldn’t do it. My shoulders went up to my earlobes, the back of my neck tightened, and my stomach twisted in knots.

Instead of a standard political post, here’s a list of Five for Friday.
Five Reasons to be Concerned about the Wisconsin legislature
5. Members of the Senate do not treat each other with respect. What happened to parliamentary procedure? What happened to the golden rule? The rudeness on the Senate floor is downright embarrassing.
4. Majorities in both houses treat the minorities like dirt under their feet. I understand the concept of “Majority Rules,” but in our system, the minority still has the right to be heard.
3. Even Madison’s annual Bratfest is becoming partisan because Johnsonville Brat CEO contributed to Scott Walker’s campaign.
2. The governor still thinks everything goes better with Koch.
1. I like the name Wisconsin better than its Twitter alternative: Fitzwalkerstan.
So on we go, into the long weekend. When the politicians walk past during the parade on Monday, I’ll do my best to be quiet. Maybe. Or maybe I’ll just honk the horn on Amigo’s bike to drown out the Republican slogans.

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>Fun with Closed Captioning

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Closed captioning can be entertaining.
There was the time I was watching an Olympic hockey game (USA vs. Canada: USA! USA!) and the closed captioner typed “honky talent” instead of “hockey talent.”

How about this one: “Inaudible lyrics.”

Then there was the Piggly Wiggly commercial – or was it just a sponsored voice-over? – that should have read Shop the Pig but instead was captioned “Slop the Pig.”
How about the captioner for the Today Show that had Hoda saying “Good Booze Day Morning!” instead of Tuesday morning?
Did you see the opera singer who competed on The Biggest Loser? She was on the Today Show, and the captioner wrote Oprah for Opera. Now I know Oprah’s all over the headlines right now, but she’s not an opera. Not yet.
A political hot potato turned into “hot spot state toes.” The discussion was a federal budget issue, too, not a state conflict. Not that my fair state of Wisconsin is lacking in political conflicts….
Chuck turns off the closed captioning when he watches Gordon Ramsey for two reasons: 1. I can’t stand the guy. 2. The captioning consists of “(bleep) (bleep) (bleep).”
Enough already. Or do I mean Enough All Red Ye?

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>Preparation and Planting Progress

>Weeds. Weeds, weeds, weeds. I took a shovel and turned the soil so I could pull out the multitude of weeds that had taken root in my triangle garden. In the process, I found out that my soil is really heavy on clay – still. I’d thought the layering we did last year would have helped mitigate that. Not enough, apparently. Clay and weeds: not a fun combination.

Finished the weeds and harvested a few dandelion greens for my bunnies’ snack! Next: the grid. I used masking tape this time. It’s easy enough that it takes no time at all to set up, and temporary enough that it can come down as soon as I’m done planting.
The next steps aren’t in pictures yet. 1. set up the tomato supports, plan where to plant each kind of tomato. 2. Transplant!
I’ve been out every morning checking on the progress. There’s a little green coming up here and there, and it looks like the right stuff. It looks like what I planted. It will grow, and that’s all I ask.

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>Stewed Rhubarb

>The theme ingredient at Daisy’ house is rhubarb. Amigo requested Rhubarb Upside Down Cake, so I’ll make that next weekend when he’s home. This stewed rhubarb is similar to applesauce, made with rhubarb instead.

Ingredients
2-4 cups rhubarb, diced (1/4 or 1/2 inch)
1 cup water (add more as needed)
Sugar to taste (my family likes it sweet)
Directions
1. Diced rhubarb.
2. Place rhubarb and water in a large saucepan.
3. Over low heat, simmer until rhubarb is soft and mushy: at least 45 minutes on low, stirring frequently.
4. If rhubarb begins to scorch, add another 1/2 cup of water.
5. Cool and add sugar to taste. I used 4 Tablespoons for 3 cups of rhubarb.
6. Add additional sugar to the family’s preference. We liked ours sweet.
This was a hit with three out of four family members. Chuck even suggested I find a way to can it. We have enough rhubarb each year; I’ll look into it!
The original recipe came from Big Black Dog. I’m so glad I subscribe to her blog. She has excellent recipes and advice.

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>Five Summer Getaways & Experiences

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Social Moms wanted bloggers to name five summer experiences that every kid should have. Think about it. The times that make memories are not those that were scheduled to the hilt, but they are the summer activities that were unique and fun.

Live Music – It’s too easy to think that music originates on iTunes or YouTube. Watch the street musicians (buskers), attend local outdoor concerts, look for free recitals, and enjoy hearing talented people share their performance skills.

Camp – Whether in a tent or cabin, a formal location with counselors or a small tent in the backyard, camping builds appreciation of outdoors. Children who are comfortable exploring the woods are more likely to grow up knowing and caring about their environment.
Road trip – Long or short, across town or across the country, coping and getting along in the limited space of a car or minivan is a life skill. Learning to use the bathroom before leaving the gas station, respecting each other’s personal space, and that the question “Are we there yet?” is not allowed under any circumstances – all of these are skills that will help get along with college roommates, coworkers, and bosses later in life. No matter where the family is going, surviving a road trip is a learning experience.
Alternate forms of travel – Children who’ve ridden on a ferry understand how large waterways can be. They may not be able to rattle off statistics like gallons or surface area, but they can describe feeling the motion of the waves and seeing water, water, in every direction. Traveling by train, if you’re lucky enough to have it available, provides a whole different set of scenery than highways. And don’t forget bicycles; riding a bike to the library beats driving there. Just remember a backpack for the books!
Farmers’ Market – Wisconsinite Aldo Leopold once described two dangers of not owning a farm. “One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other, and the other that heat comes from the furnace.” Seeing the people who grow the food goes a long way toward building an understanding that food doesn’t originate at a grocery store. It grows in the ground, and someone plants, tends, and harvests it.
I didn’t address organized sports or play-dates or summer school. All of these have value, too. The greatest value of a summertime activity is the experience itself and the memory that experience creates.
I wrote this blog post while participating in the SocialMoms and Alamo blogging program, for a gift card worth $25. For more information on how you can participate, click here.

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>Rhubarb, tomatoes, and random thoughts

>Rhubarb! I have rhubarb! In fact, I spent time last night looking through my new go-to books for canning, wondering if I could can some of this bountiful harvest. Since it was too cold to plant tomatoes until recently, I focused on rhubarb.

I did find a recipe that looks a lot like the stewed rhubarb I made for supper tonight. It was like applesauce, but with rhubarb instead of apples. Make sense? I found one and thought Yeah! Canning commences! And then realized I will need eleven pounds of rhubarb to fill seven quart cans. Yes, I said 11 lb. of rhubarb! Well, if I harvest and freeze this week and do the same next week, I’ll have all eleven before I know it. Yum.
The tomato seedlings are in the ground now! I tallied up the tomatoes and put the supports in place as a planning maneuver. All right, I also did it because I wanted to get in the garden and it was too darn cold to plant! Only a few green sprouts dared poke their little heads out from the soil, and they’re all spinach. Yep. I will have a minimum of 13 tomato plants, even if those I started from seed do not make it (darn late blizzard) and at least 5 peppers. The pepper plants are coming up better from seed, and if they survive, I’ll have nine pepper plants. Salsa time!
I’m experimenting with various new dishes, and right now rhubarb is my theme ingredient. Part of the locavore menu involves eating what’s ripe and in season. By the time it’s our of season, we’ll be tired of it and ready to move on to something else. About the time my family rebels and shouts out “No More Rhubarb, Mom!” strawberries will be coming into their prime. Then I can mix strawberry-rhubarb pie, strawberry-rhubarb crisp, strawberry-rhubarb dump cake — bwahahahaha! Just kidding, family. I’ll be more creative than that. Maybe.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we helped another family rescue five bunnies last Monday night. I think that’s a sign that I’m feeling a little more energetic; I went with daughter to help out, even though it was getting late.
I could share a picture of the garden plot, but it would be rather dull. Soil, compost, remains from last year because I’m going no-till this time, and a few red spiral posts standing sentry, all alone, with small tomato plants.
But trust me. I’ll overwhelm you with garden pictures eventually – hopefully sooner rather than later.

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>Mrs. Lerner’s Afterlife – a story worth rereading

>Since the Rapture was (ahem) yesterday, I thought it was a good time to bring out this story once again.

Let’s call her Mrs. Lerner, the teacher in this story. Mrs. Lerner passed away, and continued on her peaceful way toward the pearly gates. St. Peter met her with, “Welcome, Mrs. Lerner. Here in Heaven, we all make contributions. What would you like to do?” Mrs. Lerner responded, “I’m a teacher, so I’ll teach.”

Peter called over St. John-Baptiste de la Salle, the patron saint of teachers, and had him escort Mrs. Lerner to her new classroom. When she got there, she was was shocked to see the conditions. 40 desks. 35 textbooks, all outdated. Pencils, pens, and paper were sufficient to supply the class for perhaps one day, no computers existed, and a cracked chalkboard hung on the front wall.
“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed, “this is horrible!”
Boom! Suddenly, Mrs. Lerner was in an entirely different locale, escorted by a devilishly handsome young man. With a fiendish smile, he brought her to a very different classroom. 15 desks well-equipped with supplies, books of all reading levels and interests, an interactive whiteboard, and behind each student, supportive parents. On her desk lay a contract offering the opportunity to bargain for decent working conditions as long as she continued to teach.
“I don’t understand,” she murmured, shaking her head. “Why the advantages here, of all places?”
The devilishly handsome escort slyly reminded the dedicated educator, “Mrs. Lerner, when you asked the governor for this, where did he tell you to go?”

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