Just Like Ma Ingalls

Last week, at the height of the man-cold I decided it was high time I make some chicken soup.  And, unlike my mom’s yummy chicken soup I wanted to make it with my own stock*, something I had never done before…I know this isn’t rocket science but how much water do you use? How long do you cook it? What veggies are best to use?  Off to Goggle I went and found 1000’s of various ways to make chicken stock.  So next I shot an email off to my foodie friend Danielle who responded to me with this post.  Much like Danielle, I cannot follow a recipe or instructions  exactly so I used her post as a jumping off point.

I had saved the carcass from our last store-bought rotisserie chicken and was planning on getting another for Friday night (shut up, I know how to roast my own very yummy chicken but rotisserie chix have been $4.99 lately and we are a house with 2 parents who WOTH).  So Saturday afternoon I loaded up my Busia’s huge stockpot with the bones, some chicken skin, the wings and thighs – meat on – from Friday’s bird, veggies (minus the parsnips), a roughly chopped bunch of parsley because I think my mom used parsley and 2 nice big pinches of salt.
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A few hours later the house smelled divine.  About 5 hours later I poured everything out through a strainer into a smaller pot – a technique that could used some work…it wasn’t pretty.  I kept a few of the carrots and sliced them up, but didn’t do much with the rest of the veggies.  I had cleaned the meat off the bones pretty well before hand, so after giving our dog a few spoonfuls of the stuff, I threw it all away (don’t worry, he didn’t get any onions or bones).  I was kind of disappointed in the amount of stock I had, it only filled my smaller stock pot to not quite the half-way point.  My plan was to freeze some of the stock for future use in other dishes but I was worried I wouldn’t have enough for the soup so I just used it all.  Here is my batch of golden goodness:

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I added the carrots back in and threw in the leftover meat from the previous night which had been chopped (about 2-3 cups).  I had sent Mark to the store for egg noodles and he brought back Kluski Noodles which are fine, just not my preference  – I like the super-thin egg noodles.  Since the Kluski Noodles take so long to cook, I was worried about cooking them in the stock and over-reducing it.  So I opted to boil them separately in water with a bullion cube added (damn it, I can’t get away from them!) and then added the cooked noodles to the pot of stock.  The result was delicious.  The stock was rich and had just enough fat for a nice mouth-feel and was full of flavor.  It was so rich in fact that I could have easily kept some stock aside and maybe thinned the rest out for the soup.

The soup  was loaded with noodles and chicken – a perfect heartly meal for a cold autumn night. It has gotten better as we continue t0 dig into the leftovers. Plus I have a big container of soup in the freezer waiting for a cold day this winter. Next time I would make a few slight changes: I would add a handful of whole peppercorns and maybe a bay leaf to the stock, plus some more onion.  And I would add more water about halfway through cooking.  This round I didn’t add any water because the bones and vegetables stayed submerged the whole time, but I could have stretched the flavor into more stock without sacrificing any flavor.

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All in all this was way easier then I imagined and I felt quite proud of my finished dish.  The only thing you really need is a full afternoon at home to monitor the pot.  Thanks, Danielle for helping me figure it out!

*My mom kind-of made her own stock in that she boiled a whole chicken along with veggies and used that as a base, but she also ALWAYS added a box of Mrs. Grass’s Soup Mix with a “golden flavor nugget” (i.e. bullion) for extra flavor.  She blamed it on the fact that today’s chickens not being as good as they used to be (which is true).  But now I know that my way is much better.  I was always oddly fascinated by that flavor nugget as a kid.

Diary of a Harried Mom

Mark has a man cold* so he stayed home from work yesterday.  When I called to check on him around 4:30 and see if he needed me to pick anything up on the way home he said no.  But then, just before he hung up I asked “You’re going to pick up M, right?” (Because pick-up is his gig, I do morning drop off).  He answered “Oh…I wasn’t planning on it – can you do it?” Thus began my crazy evening.

This was the day we needed to pick up the prints of M’s 3 year old photos by 6:00 and there was no way it was going to happen if I stayed in the office until 5:00 and had to go pick her up. I went and told my very kind, understanding and generous boss (who is also a mother and wife totally gets it and I love working for her) who said I could leave early.  I go to get the girl who had yet another potty accident (a story to be blogged about later) and was wearing some of her back-up pants.  These happened to be hand-me-down leggings that are about 6 years old, faded, dated and about 4 inches too short.  Oops! Guess it’s time to restock the daycare cubby with new clothes in the correct size.

So I load up my little ragamuffin-in-flood-pants and realize I need the payment paperwork in order to actually pick up the photo prints.  So I head home, calling Mark to tell him to meet me in the driveway with the papers – which he had in his laptop bag as this was his chore to do – and a snack of peanut butter crackers for M.  Then we retrace our path back northeast and I recognize that taking the expressway during rush hour would mean certain failure so I hit the back roads.  I pull into the parking lot of the Target where the photo studio is located at about 5:30 (don’t judge – I had a massive coupon and the photos are way better then I expected. Cheap formal photos are a good thing).  As I get the girl out of her carseat I find that she did not so much eat her snack as lick off the peanut butter and discard the crackers all over the back seat.  Wonderful.

We hurry inside and I drag her past Halloween and princess displays (why does Cinderella have to be on everything?) to the Photo Studio.  I love the photos and as I’m admiring them I don’t see M pull a couple of sheets off the counter and proceed to mark them up with peanut butter smears.  The very nice Target lady offers to re-print them for free; I will just need to pick them up in 10 days.  Awesome. 

I grab some meds for the man-cold and do a quick look at the toddler girls clothing section where I find a pile of knit pants on clearance for $2.  New daycare back-up pants – Score!  Some of the prints are kind of fugly up but I load up with 4 of them, at least they will be long enough for her.  During the 2 minutes I am choosing the pants, M is wandering in and out of the clothing racks and I find her stuck in the center of one.  I haul her out and we walk the gauntlet that is the front of the store (again with all the princess stuff!) and I have to physically drag her away from the rack of shiny pink princess purses to get in line.  Here M promptly latches on to some $5 princess mini-doll and I have to bribe her to put it back. 

Back out to the parking lot where I’m trying to juggle 2 bags while keeping a firm grip on M’s hand and simultaneously trying not to crease the envelopes of photo prints.  I buckle her in the car and call Mark to ask about dinner.  It’s already 6:00 and M is hungry. He doesn’t want anything so I tell him that we are going to stop somewhere for dinner. 

Because it lacks any forethought or planning I decide to just turn into a McDonalds and M is ecstatic at the thought of her Happy Meal toy.  As we are crossing the parking lot I glimpse our reflection in a window. Her with wild hair, too-short pants and bright pink shoes; me with ill-fitting maternity pants (I don’t need them yet but the thought of an elastic waist sounded good that morning…but they are truly horrible pants), my in-need-of-a-cut hair pulled into a haphazard and crooked ponytail and my makeup is long gone.  We were quite the motley pair and I had to laugh at our image.  Once inside the first set of doors, M pried loose from my grip and ran straight into the inner glass door.  She hit so hard she bounced off and all I could do was laugh…really hard.   She wasn’t hurt and didn’t shed a tear but was a bit stunned, and she couldn’t figure out why I was laughing.  I scooped her up and we held each other tight, both of us laughing out loud for a minute.

She kept bringing up her run-in with the door throughout dinner and the whole episode made me purposely slow down and enjoy my one-on-one time with her. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful, but given the unhurried pace of my girl’s eating we didn’t get home until 7 which is the start of bedtime.  As I sat in her room for the next hour, waiting for her to fall asleep (again, a post for another day) I kept thinking over the 2 ½ hours we spent, just my girl and me, and had to smile.  From our disheveled appearance to my constant chirping of “hold my hand!” and “you need to listen!” it was a rushed and exhausting round of errands. But, of all things, a leisurely dinner at a fast food joint gave me a little perspective.  Sounds like a perfect evening to me.

*he really is pretty sick, but the man-cold stereotype still holds true.

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Don’t forget I’m giving away a 4-pack of tix to the opening night of Ringling Brothers & Barnum and Bailey’s “Zing Zang Zoom” at the Q over on my review page. You have one more day to enter!

April 14

Remember this? And this?  Well, there here is some more happy recent news:

We are expecting!

I am 13 weeks pregnant and the baby is strong.  I am also doing well.  Some morning sickness (worse this time, but still not daily) and fatigue (oh the fatigue!) have been my main complaints.

Like last time, I’m losing weight at a decent clip thanks mostly to the fact that no food sounds good and my usual vices (sweets) are unappealing (FYI – with M I lost 18 lbs in the 1st and 2nd trimesters but rallied like a champ and gained all that plus a couple more in the 3rd).  In “normal” times I do not keep ice cream in the house lest I eat the entire container in a single sitting.  Right now there is an untouched 3-week old carton of dairy goodness in the freezer because, meh.  I wish my cravings were like this when not pregnant. All I really want are apples and noodles.  And Whoppers.

…And maybe some bacon.

With M we did not find out what we were having but this time around we will.  We have an entire basement room filled with girl clothes in every size, so I want to know if I should hang on to it or start sorting it for Goodwill and sale.  The so-very-clinical-sounding “anatomy scan” ultrasound is scheduled for the middle of next month.

Just like before I have found a great hippie commune midwife practice which is a part of my regular OB/Gyn office and I am getting great care.

To sum up:
Baby D 2.0 will be arriving in April, 2010.  We already have 2 September birthdays in the house and therefore 2 virgos. Thank goodness that while the baby will share a birthday month with it’s daddy, it should not overlap signs.
All is well.
Send bacon.

The Circus is Coming! The Circus is Coming!

Updated 10/16 with Winner Information:
***Congratulations to commenter #6 – Teres
a! She said she hadn’t been to a circus in years, so I hope it’s even better then she remembers.

Don’t forget to use the coupon code below to get your own discounted tickets to the “greatest show on earth!”

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A few days ago I got an offer to host my first give-away on my site and I’m so excited!  MomCentral and Feld Entertainment asked if I would help get the word out about the Ringling Brothers & Barnum and Bailey’s “Zing Zang Zoom” show heading to Quicken Loans Arena in downtown Cleveland. It looks like a pretty cool, all-ages show; you can check out some photos here.  Show Dates are as follows:

Wednesday October 21: 7:30pm
Thursday October 22: 7:30pm
Friday October 23: 7:30 pm
Sunday October 24:11:30am, 3:30pm, 7:30pm
Sunday October 25: 11:30am, 3:30pm, 7:30pm
Monday October 26: 7:30pm

In addition to the circus, there is an All-Access Preshow an hour before each show where you can meet the performers, try on costumes, and even see an elephant paint.  This is open to all ticket holders.

Here’s the give-away: Leave a comment on this post and one person will be selected at random to receive 4 tickets to the show on opening night 10/21, at 7:30pm (don’t forget to go early for the Preshow!)  The winner will will be able to pick up their tickets at the Q’s will call window the night of the show. You have until 5:00 PM on October 16th to enter.

If you don’t win this contest or can’t make it on opening night, you can still save a few bucks with this offer: Purchase a 4‐pack of tickets for weekday shows for only $44, or receive $4 off any weekend ticket by logging onto TicketMaster and entering the coupon code: MOM.**

**Get 4 tickets for just $44 for weekday shows (Monday‐Friday matinee), or $4 off weekend tickets by entering the code “MOM”at select ticketing channels. Minimum purchase of 4 tickets required; additional weekday tickets above 4 can be purchased at $11 each. Not valid on VIP Gold, VIP, and Circus Celebrity seats or combinable with other offers. Other handling fees and service charges may apply.
Cleveland Show Dates:
Wednesday October 21: 7:30pm
Thursday October 22: 7:30pm
Friday October 23: 7:30 pm
Sunday October 24:11:30am, 3:30pm, 7:30pm
Sunday October 25: 11:30am, 3:30pm, 7:30pm
Monday October 26: 7:30pm

**Get 4 tickets for just $44 for weekday shows (Monday‐Friday matinee), or $4 off weekend tickets by entering the code “MOM”at select ticketing channels. Minimum purchase of 4 tickets required; additional weekday tickets above 4 can be purchased at $11 each. Not valid on VIP Gold, VIP, and Circus Celebrity seats or combinable with other offers. Other handling fees and service charges may apply.

Good Luck!

Dear FTC (AKA Disclaimer): I was given 3 free tickets ($36 value) to the opening night show by MomCentral and was invited to a “meet an greet” prior to the show.

I Was Feverish When I Wrote This, Forgive Me if it Goes Astray

On Sunday the heavens parted and the sun shine down for a key fewf hours that allowed our M to celebrate her birthday with her family.  After days of rain I was so grateful that the weather cooperated for a few hours, even if it was chilly (last year M wore a sleeveless sundress for her party – this year it was jeans and long sleeves).  I had borrowed an inflatable “bounce house” from a friend and the kids only got out for presents and cupcakes.  M was delighted to have almost her entire extended family to dote on her all day.

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In other news, last week I was a good hospital employee and got my seasonal flu shot.  This is only the 3rd or 4th time I’ve gotten a flu shot and just like EVERY. SINGLE. TIME before, I am now sick.  I know, I know – the vaccine does not use a live virus but for whatever reason I get sick in the few days following the shot.  I was so chilled last night we turned on the heat. The heat is on in September – something is wrong with this.  So far today I vegged out in my chair wearing layers and under 2 blankets and watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s for the first time.

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We have a weird neighbor who does odd jobs for some of the elderly people who live on our street, including mowing several of their lawns.  Right now he is mowing the yard right next door in the pouring rain. He’s wearing a rain coat, jeans and no shoes. He gives me the creeps.

In other strange neighbor/lawn mowing news: the old dude 2 doors down mows his yard wearing a baseball batting helmet, knickers, a wife beater and bags over his shoes.  It’s amazing what you learn when you stay home sick.

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The View is on the TV behind me and Yoko Ono is “singing”.  She sounds like a cat in heat.

Three!

Three years ago today, exactly at the time I am writing this, M was born after about 4 hours of labor.  She gave me an easy pregnancy and had a pretty easy birth. 3:03 PM on September 23.  I really do think 3 is her magic number.

Today she’s not so easy but my goodness is she a lot of fun.  Her imaginative stories, her budding love for jokes, an impressive memory and the constant singing have her dad and me laughing all day.  It’s not all rosy – she tends to not listen (at all), still has multiple potty accidents each week and hates to go to sleep – but the good far outweighs the bad.

Right now she LOVES to be outside – which is why our beach vacation was so perfect – and is getting really into drawing.  She likes to play tag and hide-and-seek and ride her tricycle and put stickers on anything and everything.  She is really into princess stories but we do our best to make sure things aren’t all-princess-all-the-time.  She would eat spaghetti everyday if we let her. She loves to change up the words in a song to see if we are paying attention. Every night we have to act out Sandra Boynton’s Barnyard Dance before settling down to sleep.

I really can’t get enough kisses from her each day. Her curls are wild because she refuses to wear barrettes or pigtails. She loves to twirl and dance. She’s our Magpie and she’s THREE!

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What I did on Vacation

P1060477We started off with a stop in North Carolina to see my college BFF, Lindsay.

P1060482We played in the fountains

P1060490And jumped in the pool

P1060498Then M perfected her bellyflop in the tidal pools on the beach (and for some reason insisted on calling them “dewyflops”).

P1060501We played in the waves (and “fed” them sand and shells)

P1060525And let the beach style our hair.

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We took a boat ride to see dolphins and explore some of the shoals exposed by the low tide

P1060575And found starfish, hermit crabs and tons of shells.

P1060600We played on the beach some more

P1060624And found a really, really big horseshoe crab.

P1060652It was a perfect week of sun, sand, ocean and exploring!

…AND the Kitchen Sink

“Those that say you can’t take it with you never saw my car packed for a vacation trip.” ~ unknown
The bags are pretty much packed (except for my husbands stuff, and well – he can do his own).  All the extra stuff is laid out on the dining room table.  I’m eating a dinner of the few perishables left in the house: 2 apples, left over birthday cake and milk. We are so ready to go – first a stop over to see my college BFF in the booming city of Saxapahaw, NC.  Then it’s off to the beach.
Oh, and here’s my new traveling tip: check out restaurant.com for the zip code you will be visiting before you leave.  If you are as lucky as I was, you will score gift certificates for a couple of places for mere pennies (thank you 90% off sale!) and maybe find a new favorite restaurant at your destination.
Au Revoir!

“Those that say you can’t take it with you never saw my car packed for a vacation trip.” ~ unknown

The bags are pretty much packed (except for my husbands stuff, and well – he can do his own).  All the extra stuff is laid out on the dining room table.  I’m eating a dinner of the few perishables left in the house: 2 apples, left over birthday cake and milk. We are so ready to go – first a stop over to see my college BFF in the booming city of Saxapahaw, NC.  Then it’s off to the beach.

Oh, and here’s my new traveling tip: check out restaurant.com for the zip code you will be visiting before you leave.  If you are as lucky as I was, you will score gift certificates for a couple of places for mere pennies (thank you 90% off sale!) and maybe find a new favorite restaurant at your destination.

Au Revoir!