Saturday, September 26, 2009
My daughter's school sponsored a concert by Sam Rotman as a fundraiser. Never have I heard music with such color...yes color. I felt like I was sitting in the center of a rainbow surrounded by beauty. The soft moist droplets of music soothed my soul and nourished my weary heart.
If you ever get a chance to hear him I encourage you to go. He shares his story which is as amazing as his music.
The only sad note was that my husband and daughter (who LOVES music) both had strep throat and had to miss it. Somehow the youtube video I showed my little one just wasn't the same as the real thing and I was sad for her. I did buy 2 of his CDs for us to listen to and had him autograph one to her so she was excited about that.
It was a blissful way to spend an evening....and the fellowship and dessert afterwards was so much fun!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
My dad's best friend has been in the hospital and has been very,very sick...in ICU not sure he was going to make it sick. His daughter, a dear friend of our family, shared this with us. When she got to work her parking place had been taken. She had to go to the 2nd floor of the parking building and walk down the stairs. In the stairwell she saw a religious tract lying on the floor and picked it up. This is what it said:
Strength For Today
Give me strength for today, Lord
wherever I go.
Let no danger daunt me,
Whatever the foe.
Let no task o'ercome me,
No trial my heart fret.
I would walk with Thee, Lord
In the path Thou hast set.
Let no burden o'ercome me,
Give me strength to bear.
Then I shall have courage,
Whatever my care.
Let no grief o'erwhelm me,
Wherever I am.
Give me strength for today, Lord
Strength from Thy hand.
"The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?" Psalm 27:1
God never ceases to amaze me.
Blessings to you.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
As I met my friend early this morning to walk the buzzing hum of the leaf blower had already started. My friend asked, "Who is that already blowing leaves this morning?" My annoyed answer was, "The neighbors have their lawn men here early every Saturday morning. So much for an enjoyable quiet Saturday morning on the porch."
About an hour later when we returned the background buzz was still in action. My daughter and I decided to eat breakfast on the porch. I started to warn her that it wouldn't be a peaceful breakfast because the leaf blower was making so much noise, but before I could get it out of my mouth she said, "I want to eat on the porch because I love hearing the leaf blower. When I hear the leaf blower it reminds me that it is Saturday, my relaxing day."
Hmmm...out of the mouths of babes.
Here's my recipe for the week. One of the easiest recipes I've ever made. I found it doing a random search for an easy crock pot meal.
Crock Pot French Dip
4 lbs rump roast
1 can beef broth
1 can condensed French onion soup (10.5 oz)
1 bottle of beer (dark is better)
Trim excess fat from the rump roast and place in crock pot. Add the beef broth, onion soup and beer. Cook on low setting for 7 hours. I tore the meat apart and let it set in the broth another 30 minutes or so before serving.
I served it on french sub rolls (split)that I slathered in butter and baked for about 10 minutes. Put beef on rolls, top with provolone cheese and put in oven long enough to melt the cheese. Put the sauce (juice from the crock pot) in small bowls for dipping-salsa bowls work well.
Very easy and quite tasty!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
I recently received a very cool cookbook called The Book Lover's Cookbook. It has recipes from books as well as the passage in the book that mentions the food. It is full of great quotes too. I don't know about you guys but often when I am reading a book and food is mentioned, it makes me want to try it. Now I can...very fun! The one I tried this week was delicious and I plan to make it again, but think I'll use a better cut of meat (filet mignon would be super in this). It is from Elizabeth Berg's book Open House.
Here's the passage:
I open the refrigerator, pull out the steak. I'm making Stroganoff, David's favorite. God, that's good! he said, last time I made it. You can cook, honey; that you can do. I slice the meat thinly, look out the window at the tree branches swaying in the wind. It's supposed to storm tonight. A power outage, and David stays to take care of us, how could he leave?
(C'mon now, admit it...doesn't it make your mouth water, even if you don't like stroganoff?)
Here's her recipe:
1 and 1/4 pounds beef sirloin
2 Tbs butter
1 yellow onion, chopped
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper
2 large portobello mushrooms, chopped
1/4 c. dry white wine
1/4 tsp basil ( I used fresh from my plant!)
3/4 c. milk
1 Tbs all-purpose flour
1 c. sour cream
1 12oz package spinach fettuccine, cooked and drizzled with melted butter
Cut the beef across the grain into 1/4 inch thick slices. Then cut the slices in 1 inch wide strips. Melt 1 Tbs butter in a large frying pan and brown the meat on high heat for about 5 minutes, flipping once to cook evenly.
Reduce heat to medium-high, add the onion, salt, and pepper and saute an additional 2 minutes.
Remove the meat and onions from the pan, set aside in a bowl, and cover to keep warm. Add the mushrooms and remaining 1 Tbs butter to the pan and saute for 5 minutes, or until tender.
Return the meat and onion to the pan with the mushrooms. add the white wine, basil, and nutmeg. Stir and heat for about 2 minutes over medium heat.
Remove the meat, mushrooms, and onions from the pan and set aside in covered bowl. Stir the milk and flour into the drippings left in the pan, heating over low heat until the sauce is somewhat thickened, for 1-2 minutes. Return the meat, mushrooms, and onions to the pan. stir in the sour cream and warm the mixture over low heat for about a minute. Serve over buttered fettucine. Serves 4-6.
Hope you get a chance to read the book and make the stroganoff!!
Monday, September 7, 2009
Something is up in the insect world...they have decided to attack a certain invader. No mercy is their battle cry.
It all started last Thursday. I was sitting on a retaining wall and noticed my purse was full of fire ants. I realized ants lived on the other side of the retaining wall but not before a few of them had bitten me. It took a while to get them all out of my purse, but I did prevail...
Until Saturday. I was getting things out of my backseat when I felt a unique discomfort on my left foot...unique to an ant bite that is. I was standing on an ant hill and boy were they mad. I slapped and jumped until all of them were off and sustained only 2 or 3 bites. A close call.. I had taken a claritin for good measure, which I never do after an ant bite,but I hoped it would keep the terrible ant itch under control which is did for about 30 minutes...
Until I developed intense itching on my legs, my wrists, and upper body. Wow, I didn't think they had bitten above my ankles. Surely I was imagining the itch. My eyes started to feel puffy and my throat a little tight. Hmmm. I decided to take a look at my itchy spots and discovered I had hives all over...red, raised, itchy, ugly hives. I drank some liquid benadryl and existed in a state between itchy and sleepy until Sunday morning...I decided to call a doctor and get a steroid dose pack to put myself out of misery.
This has worked well, but I somehow keep running into their homes. As I was walking this morning with a couple of friends I managed to walk right into a giant cobweb. I was peeling the sticky web off my head and arms when my friend L dropped the exercise balls and commanded me to stand still. Apparently the owner of the web was crawling up my shoulder, headed toward my neck. She bravely saved my life as she swatted it off. I understand that it was a huge, furry thing close to tarantula size. Safe...
Until...a few hours later as I was unpacking groceries. I kept feeling a weird sensation in my sports bra. Nah, I thought, I'm just paranoid now. There is nothing in my sports bra. I kept telling myself this for about 15 minutes when I couldn't stand the suspense any longer. I looked. I did not scream. I did jump up and down and do the bug get out of my bra dance.
What is going on here? Sure I was a usurper the first few times, well maybe the last time too. Maybe I rescued a victim from Mrs. Big and Furry's Web which is why the last bug showed gratitude.
All I know is that now I'm jumping with every little tickle.