>Word Choice: Three word responses

>One of my Plurk buddies suggested ignoring Twitter’s 140 character limit and going for the three word statement. Brevity is, after all, the hardest trait to master.

Or is it?
Good morning, all!
How are you?
Life goes on.
Son has fever.
He feels achy.
Too much sun?
Final exams looming.
He’s resting now.
Listening to NPR.

Maybe the six word memoirs style would be more effective.
No sun today; scattered showers instead.
Cool breeze here; feels so refreshing.
Husband cooked brunch; delicious as usual.
Basic weekend chores; laundry, report cards.

Life is good.

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>Daisy’s Basic Bread for the Breadmachine

>I can’t call it white bread: it’s half white, half wheat.
I can’t call it wheat bread: see above.
I do call it basic bread. It’s adapted (when do I ever follow the script precisely?!) from the original white bread recipe in the book that came with my breadmaker. Saturday I planned to bake it, slice it, then save it for French Toast Sunday morning.

Daisy’s Basic Bread for the Breadmachine

1 cup water (warmed for 30 seconds in microwave for best results)
1 1/2 Tablespoon oil
just less than 1/4 cup sugar
1 1/2 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 Tablespoon dry milk
1 1/2 cups bread flour
1 1/2 cups wheat flour
2 teaspoons active dry yeast

Add ingredients to breadmaker. Bake on regular course (not wheat), 1 1/2 lb. loaf size, with a light crust.

As with any homemade bread, keep this in the refrigerator. It’s a little stiffer than store-bought (of course!), so it’s good for many things beyond the PBJ. I like it for grilled cheese or French Toast because it holds up well to the olive oil or egg solution.

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>Do you Meal Plan?

>I plan, but not formally. It helps keep grocery trips to a minimum, helps use the pantry and refrigerator contents wisely, and keeps me from giving in and calling for pizza after a tough day. But formally? No. A rough draft, yes. Cook extra on the weekends, yes – we call them planned-overs. Thaw something the night before? Yes, often. But I still confess, I don’t plan the entire week.

Many meals create leftovers that can turn up in a new form. Last week I cooked up chorizo sausages on a bun with frijoles (re-fried beans) and a Spanish rice on the side. It was delicious.
Sunday lunch, Husband put together burritos by using the leftovers and a few items we keep in stock all the time.
His formula:
soft taco shells
leftover frijoles & rice
tomatoes
lettuce
grilled red peppers (that he keeps in stock for sandwiches)
chopped green onion (we’ll have these in the garden soon!)
green chili sauce
shredded cheese (he used Sargento’s Mexican blend, but any favorite combination will do)

A few tips:
Heat the taco shells in the microwave with a damp paper towel so they don’t over-dry.
Don’t overfill; the shells will burst and you’ll have a mess.
Other alternate ingredients: salsa, peppers, your favorite taco sauce

I told him lunch was delicious. He deflected the praise by saying, “Hey, they were your leftovers!” Well, I’ll just say we make a decent team in the kitchen.

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>I can see clearly now!

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The view through the French doors to the deck looked like this:

The view out the kitchen window into the backyard looked like this.

The view through the front door looked like this.

All were lovely. But now that it’s spring, I’m looking forward to this!

Parent Bloggers Network is looking forward to spring and even summer. They’re also teaming up with Windex and looking forward to cleaning windows. My views would certainly improve if I did this more often. The last time I cleaned windows was Spring Break, when I washed the curtains and realized how grimy the underlying windows were! One chore led to another. Don’t let that happen to you!

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>It’s genetic: I get it from my children.

>Mother’s Day: the annual opportunity to tell the kids that no, I don’t want to go out to brunch and stand in line with all the other mothers who tried to tell their kids that really, they didn’t need to go out, either.
Wait, that’s not me. We usually eat at home.
Mother’s Day: the annual opportunity to celebrate or complain about those lovely inherited traits that Mom passed along.
Long ago, I posted a list of ten traits I have in common with my son, Amigo. A few days later I posted a companion piece, a top ten list of traits I share with my daughter. Are these lists still true? Let’s find out.

Ten things I have in common with my son, Amigo
1. We’re both disabled. Yes, this remains true. He is vision impaired and has Asperger’s Syndrome. I am hearing impaired.
2. We like to go out for lunches and brunches, especially in the summer. This tradition will continue when school is out. Funday Friday, here we come!
3. Both of us have a tendency to get anxious in new and difficult situations. He’s gotten a little better at coping, which lessens the stress on me as well.
4. We bond over Trivia. Amigo’s expertise lies in the areas of sports venues and college teams, among others. He’s amazing.
5. Green Bay Packer football! He is a cheesehead through and through. We’re both appalled at the idea of Favre becoming a Minnesota Viking.
La Petite shares #5 with us. Favre? Say it isn’t so!

After I wrote my list of ten about Amigo, I promised La Petite I’d write about her, too. She responded, with her voice positively gooey and dripping, “Ooo, I feel so special.”
1. We share a talent for sarcasm.
2. We enjoy shoes. She loves her Converse All-Stars, and I actually enjoy taking her shopping for shoes because it’s so much fun.
3. We don’t mind getting dirt under our nails. she is good with flowers; I take charge of the vegetable garden.
4. We can share a box of mixed chocolates without conflict. She likes the milk chocolate, while I prefer the dark.
5. We enjoy our caffeine. She lives on Mt. Dew, and I love my coffee.

We do pretty well, my kiddos and me. We have enough in common to enjoy each other, when I’m not embarrassing them or driving them crazy with my hovering and worry. I’m cold, put on a sweater! Wash your hands! Don’t forget your cell phone! Call me! I mean it!

In honor of Mothers’ Day, Parent Bloggers Network is calling attention to the Celebrity Hand Me Down Auction running from May 7th to May 14th on eBay. If you’re not bidding on something from Jessica Alba or Gwyneth Paltrow there, do something nice in your own area for your own mom or another special woman in your life. We’re tentatively planning a potluck at our house. With everyone here, it’ll be like Thanksgiving, but better weather!

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>Will she clean for her mother’s visit?

>I’m staying in my daughter’s apartment Friday night. La Petite, age 22, is in college and lives in a place suitable for, well, college kids. Once in a while, she and her roommate clean the place. Sometimes.

The kitchen usually isn’t too bad. The girls like to eat, they cook decent food (the boys down the hall drool with envy), and they wash their dishes. They’ve even been known to wash dishes by hand because the dishwasher and the town’s hard water don’t clean thoroughly. Well, maybe not during midterms or final exams.

The bedrooms are okay for the most part. If the laundry is growing its own compost, I won’t see it. She hides it in the closet, and for that I’m grateful, even though I think she really hides the hamper to keep the pet rabbit from chewing holes in the sweaters.

But the bathroom — the bathroom. It’s an adventure. The landlord replaces parts with no regard for color matching. So even clean, this bathroom is an experience. Mint green toilet with a white seat, a sort of goldenrod for the tub and shower, and a 60s style shade (does it have a name?) for the floor – and remember, that’s when it’s clean.

I asked her if I should bring my own sheets, and she said she has extras. I trust that means clean.

I’m not sure anyone dusts the light fixtures; hopefully they don’t need it. Maybe now that the ducks and geese have flown north for springtime someone can spare a feather duster…

The rest? I’ll take my chances. She’s a college senior with a full course load and more; following Fly Lady’s cleaning tips isn’t on her agenda. Frankly, it’s not on mine, either. Spotless it isn’t, but whose home is? It’ll be a little more comfortable than being a guest in her old dorm room!

Parent Bloggers Network wants to know how people clean. Honestly, I’d rather garden. But gardening tracks in the dirt, so I can’t help but clean a floor and a sink once in a while. I don’t have any Pledge Multi-Surface Cleaner yet: am I missing the boat? Will it replace the crowded shelf I call the Cleanser Bottle Graveyard? Is it environmentally sensitive? Is this disclaimer a little too long and a little too silly? I blame the wine we had with dinner. At least I’m looking forward to a fun weekend.

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>Climb on the wagon – the spring garden wagon

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This wagon was in my inlaws’ garden shed when they moved to their senior condo. Mother-in-law (MIL) knew she wouldn’t use it again, but she resisted giving it away or leaving it with the house. Like many of their “heirlooms”, the wagon landed at our humble abode. Husband suggested putting it in the rummage sale. We don’t need it; we have a wheelbarrow. Our yard is so small; we don’t need to transport brush or leaves any distance, really.

But we couldn’t quite bring ourselves to let it go. I considered setting it up as the centerpiece of a flower display, with the pots arranged artfully inside it and various ivies draping over the sides. With La Petite’s flower expertise and artistic asistance, possibilities abound.

Then Husband cut down the ornamental tree that had gotten too big for its branches, blocking the morning sun and poking its higher reaches into the phone lines. He filled the wagon with brush (while I used the wheelbarrow elsewhere in the yard), and then stacked firewood in it.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

I won’t hazard a guess as to the value of this wagon, with its metal mesh sides and base and the heavy duty handle and wheelbase. It’s probably old, but not an antique. There’s no damage or rust, even after spending the winter next to the garage in the (recordbreaking) snow. Rust proofing on a garden implement? Maybe. Just lucky? Maybe that, too.

But for now, I like it. We’ll use it for firewood or build a flower-scape around it. Cute, it’s not, but it’s solid. This little green wagon has a history, too. I think we’ll keep it around.

Woodpile: lighter colored branches are the fresh pieces.
They’ll weather and dry for at least a year before they’re fireplace-ready.
The “new” old wagon made this process a little easier.

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>Greening the Weekend Chores

>Is it easy to become green? Live a more eco-conscious life? It seems like after taking the basic steps – recycle, compost, start a garden – it takes a little more effort to incorporate additional green habits into our lifestyles. Today Husband and I spent more time in the yard getting ready for spring. Here’s the Green Task List from today’s chores.

1. Brush pile. Dear darling Husband cut down a small tree last weekend, and today was the day to get rid of it. We thought (briefly) about renting a chipper and chopping up the entire thing, but decided against it. Why? It’s free to drop off the branches etc. at the brush dump. The brush dump staff will chip this wood and add it to the dump’s mulch pile. Mulch is free to city residents. Why pay to rent a power tool when we’re already paying for the service with our taxes? Decision: take the branches to the brush dump. Pick up mulch when we need it. Cost: $0. Time spent: three minivan-loads to the brush dump about a mile from home. Green factor? Pretty darn good. Rationalizes keeping my (not a guzzler, but not exactly fuel efficient) minivan, too.

2. Basic Maintenance on south side of house. This is the side with the tulips, the mums, the annuals, the Hen & Chix plants, mint, and if I’m lucky, hollyhocks. I raked out the old dry leaves, cut down the old dead mums, lost my clipper, took all the dead and dry goodies to the compost bin, found my clipper, moved a shepherd’s crook with two wind chimes, and pronounced the area ready for spring. Green factor? Typical, which is good.

3. Emptied and moved the rain barrel! We planned to set up the new rain barrel under a downspout at the back of the garage between the rhubarb and the garden itself. We dropped it back there, went back to our normal lives, and then it rained. And filled the barrel. I’ve used the water to clean bunny litter boxes and rinse out the compost bucket, but it was still three quarters full and too heavy to move. My solution: hook up a hose to the spigot and water a few bushes. I drained enough of the barrel that it was light enough to move, and then recruited Husband to put a few concrete blocks underneath it. Now it’s propped high enough that gravity can help me use the hose with more success, and Husband will reattach the downspout and aim it toward the barrel itself – hopefully before the next storm arrives. Green factor? Great! The neighbor behind us (a new gardener!) saw it and now wants one for himself.

4. Basic weekend chores: laundry. I bought a pair of anti-static dryer balls to replace fabric softener. So far, I’m seeing – or should I say feeling? – good results. If they work in the long term, it’s another victory for green living and fewer chemicals in our lives. Simple and eco-conscious, just the way I like it.

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>It’s not spring yet, honey!

>I tried. I really tried to feel like spring, but Mother Nature did not cooperate.

I spread the compost on the garden and started using the bin again. I had to wear a knit hat and warm gloves while I did it. It’s not spring yet; I had to wear gloves to keep warm, not just work gloves for leverage.

I washed all the blankets and comforters at the laundromat (an annual spring cleaning chore) and put a different, thinner comforter on the bed. Husband was too cold and couldn’t sleep. It’s not spring yet: I had to put the fluffy blanket and thick comforter back. (So much for avoiding those elder-mama night sweats, grumble grumble)

We opened windows just a crack to enjoy a little fresh air, but then we forgot to turn the heat back on. In the morning, with 37 degrees F on the outside thermometer, we piled on the blanket throws while we read the Sunday paper and waited until the hardworking furnace worked hard to reheat the house. It’s not spring yet; we still need heat.

Husband won’t put away the snow shovels. He’s superstitious that way. A coworker talked about putting away his snowblower, “…and we had two major snowstorms the next week! It’s not spring yet!” He’ll take care of the snow tools in May — or June, if he’s really uber cautious. If we put the snow removal devices away, we’ll get a blizzard.

But Husband did give in and work in the yard with me. He took out the chain saw to cut down an ornamental tree that had gotten too big. This was an adventure; the uppermost branches were tangled in the telephone wires. He called AT&T, knowing they wouldn’t want him messing with the wires in any way. After going through all the switchboard options (no, we don’t need service; no, we don’t need billing), he finally got a Real Person on the line. That Real Person told him to remove the tree and call them back; they’d take out any remaining branches that hung from the phone lines. Luckily (I think), the branches untangled themselves and came down as he cut out the bigger branches below.

The garden plot is closer to ready. The sun-blocking tree is gone. The compost is spread, waiting for soil-turning. Unfortunately, it’s not spring yet. But when Mother Nature turns that corner, I’ll be ready. Shhh: don’t tell her I’m ready now!

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>Husband’s Seasoned Spaghetti

>Husband came up with this variation to use leftover spaghetti one day. It lives on in our repertoire as a side dish that’s good with a number of meats and vegetables. He emailed the directions to me on a day when he’d planned to cook but had a last-minute change in plans. I served it with teriyaki-marinaded beef (stir-fried) and steamed cauliflower. I’m still working on making room in the freezer and pantry: we had all the seasonings and the spaghetti in the cupboard already.

In a large pot, cook spaghetti like you normally would.

Strain noodles into a colander, place pot back on the burner with high heat.
Add 2 Tbsp of cooking oil. Give oil a moment to heat up.
Add 1 chopped stalk of green onion, sauté for 1 minute.
Pour noodles from colander into pot with hot oil and green onions.
Add flavoring stuff (adjust to taste preference):

1 Tablespoon Soy Sauce
1 Teaspoon Tiger Sauce
Couple shakes of Red Pepper Flakes.

Stir, stir, stir for about 3 to 5 minutes until noodles start to fry and water is evaporated.

(But you don’t want the noodles to be actually fried. If in doubt, take them off the heat early.)

Daisy’s additions: fewer red pepper flakes, 1 Tablespoon sesame seeds.

Serves 4. Adjust seasonings as needed for more or less. I wonder if this would work with rice? I could call it Daisy’s Rice-a-ghetti. This has possibilities.

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