Author - Lorri

Family Cookbook

Being an Army Family, we move quite a bit.  Not counting our recent emergency move, we have moved 9 times in the last 14 years. That’s a lot of living out of boxes and ordering fast food.  After about a week, the eating out/ordering in thing gets old.  As much as I dislike cooking, I start looking forward to getting back to some healthier, home cooked meals.  The first few times we moved, I would pack my recipe box into our car.  Then once our kitchen was unpacked, my recipes would be readily available and I could start cooking whenever I was ready.  At some point we decided that we were carrying too much stuff with us in the car and I let the recipe box get packed with everything else in the house.

That worked out fine for a couple of moves, until we moved to Fort Leavenworth.  Almost the entire house was unpacked and I couldn’t find that recipe box.  I was able to put together some meals using the cookbooks I have, but we were really missing our favorites.

I couldn’t imagine where the recipe box could be.  We pulled things out of the outdoor shed, we double checked closets.  Nothing.  I tried with minimal success to find recipes online.  I found similar things, but not exactly what I was looking for.  Of course, I kicked myself for not just hand carrying that darn recipe box.

Finally, after about a month, one little box in the guest room caught my eye.  It was labelled “Living Room papers.”  I had seen the box several times, but never opened it because the recipe box had not been in the living room.  It was in the kitchen, of course.  But I couldn’t figure out what they meant by “living room papers.”  So I took a peak.

Right on top – my recipe box.

If you’ve ever had so called professional packers pack up your house, then you know exactly what happened.  For the most part, they do pack the contents of one room all together.  However, when they need just one last thing to fill up a box, they will go into other rooms to find just the right sized item.  And they don’t bother labeling the box in a way that you’ll know to look for your recipes in a box from the living room.

So it was that year that I started our family cookbook.  I bought a very nice cookbook from Hallmark along with matching recipe cards.  I started the painstaking task of writing out every one of our family’s favorite recipes.  Yes, I could have typed them into the computer, but I was, in part, trying to create a keepsake.  I wanted the recipes to be in my handwriting for my children.  I also included our favorites from other cookbooks.

When I came to a recipe that had been given to me by someone else, I included the person’s name, where and how I knew them and any special circumstances surrounding the recipe.  Having moved around so much, I have recipes from the friends I had made all over the world.  Some of the stories behind the recipes are simple, like Patty’s Spinach Dip that she served at Thanksgiving in Sierra Vista, AZ while we there for the Military Intelligence Advance Course.  Others are more amusing, like the bean dip that my friend Melanie and I loved so much that at every get together, our other friends would know to make 2 plates, one for Melanie and I, and one for everyone else!

My Family Cookbook and Lost and Found Again Recipe Box
 I actually hope to make a family favorites cookbook for each of my children when they leave home.  But if somehow that doesn’t happen, at least they will have this one book to fight over treasure. My current family cookbook is getting full, in fact, it’s not going to hold many more recipes.  As much as I don’t want to, I may have to find a bigger binder for it.  I don’t really want to rewrite all the recipes again, so I’m going to have to look into a way to preserve the recipe cards while moving them into a larger, sturdier binder.

If you would like to start your own family cookbook, I would recommend starting off with a pretty decent sized, no frills binder and a pack of sheet protectors.  Type out the recipe into any word processing file and print it out from your computer.  This way, the recipe itself will be easily read.  Hand-write any story that goes with it, even if you hate your writing.  Future generations will cherish it, even if you don’t!  If you can, take a picture of the person who gave you the recipe and include it on the page.  Even better, try getting a picture of the person actually cooking the recipe or holding the completed dish!  This is how I plan to create each of my children’s cookbooks.  Depending on your time and motivation, you can embellish your recipe pages with all sorts of scrapbooking supplies.

I now have two copies of all our favorite recipes, one in my personal cookbook and one in my recipe file. If a recipe card gets misplaced, which does happen on occasion, at least I have my family cookbook to fall back on. Now when we move, I let the packers take the bulkier recipe file and I carry the binder with me. When we moved to Korea and needed to fly there, I actually put the cookbook in my carry-on because it would be just my luck to have my luggage lost!

Well, It’s About Time!

It’s finally snowing!  We’re not going to get much, but it’s something!  I love the cold winter weather, especially the snow.  In all our years in the Army, we’ve always lived right on the edge of snow country – we get some, but not alot.  The last couple of years have been sparse, barely enough to go sledding in.  We were hoping for some substantial snow this season, but it’s been unseasonably warm until now.  My children are outside of course, attempting to make snow angels in the whole quarter of an inch that we’ve gotten.  The temperature is dropping and I admire their enthusiasm.  I might be out there with them if I knew where my snow boots were!

You Say It’s Your Birthday?

It’s my birthday, too, yeah!

Suffice it to say that I’m still in my 30’s. 

One of my birthday presents arrived last night, one of them new-fangled iPod Nanos.  I’m so hip and happening, I can hardly stand it.  We actually went to the PX on Wednesday to buy one, but they were still all cleaned out from the holidays.  We looked at other MP3 players.  Actually, I looked at them while dh went on and on about gigabytes and storage and what I did and did not need.  I just smiled and looked pretty.  When he stopped talking, I asked him if these very nice, tiny little things were iPods.  Then he decided that I was pretty clueless and therefore, did not need an iPod.  We sent in search of socks while he very patiently explained to me that iPod is a brand name, like Kleenex and Walkman.  And that these iPods play music (which I knew). 

Back at home, I did some research, figured out exactly what my dh was talking about, discovered that indeed, an iPod (the brand) was what I wanted, found a good price and bought it.  Even got one-day shipping for $1.99.  Then I bought a shiny pink iPod case on eBay.

Yesterday, while waiting for the UPS to arrive with my present, I uploaded all my favorite songs from my best of the 80’s CDs on to my computer.   The iPod arrived right before we all left for our Cub Scout Pack meeting, but I had time to plug it into the computer and get it all charged up and ready for use.  I’m actually looking forward to my workout this afternoon.  It’ll be nice to listen to Songs From My Youth instead of watching myself in the mirror.

So anyway, it’s my birthday.  My grandpa will be happy to tell you about the night I was born and that my mom went on and on about how beautiful I was and how he thought I looked like a drowned rat. LOL!  Grandpa’s – gotta love them!

Shameful, Shameless Plug

Is there a blog you love to read that doesn’t have a huge following?  One that deserves recognition?  Well,there is a new award, just for these undiscovered gems.  Here’s the deal:

Hiddentreasure
Announcing the First Annual Hidden Treasure Blog Awards .  The idea is simple; to recognize blog authors of excellence, with deserving posts which may go unnoticed. 

All
of us have our favorite blogs, the ones we read faithfully.  They are
dear friends, like a comfortable pair of shoes, perfectly broken in. 
But, we can also find ourselves in a rut, reading the same blogs week
after week, and overlooking those hidden gems which may require a
little more digging.  But, as my mom taught me, anything worth having
is worth working for.

So, if you’re up for an adventure I invite you to join me in a treasure hunt.

The Rules

Step 1:  The Treasure Hunt

Your
mission is to scour the mommy blogosphere for hidden treasure.  Read
through archives, visit new blogs and find that well-written gem.  This
can come from a favorite blog which you already read or a blog you’ve
discovered during the treasure hunt.  But, the idea is to find
well-written posts which are off the beaten path. 

The categories are:  Children & Family, Faith, Marriage, Motherhood, Homemaking, Humor, Current Events and Life.
No profanity, questionable or offensive material is permitted.  Keep a
list of the hidden treasures you find for submission in the next step.

Step 2: Nominations

Nominations
will open on February 1, 2007.  Everyone may nominate a single post in
each category.  The three posts with the most nominations will advance
to voting.  So, if you find a great post feel free to pass the word.
Nominations will close on February 7, 2007.

Step 3:  Voting

Voting
will open on February 8, 2007.  One vote per category.  Voting will
close on February 13, 2007.  Winners will be announced on February 14,
2007  The nominated post with the most votes overall will be awarded Best In Show.

I believe Jules at Everyday Mommy will be taking the nominations on her site.  From now until February 1st, just bookmark your favorite posts so you can find them easily when nominations open.  Now, I’m not saying you all need to nominate me or anything.  But look! I just happened to add a list of my more memorable posts right there in my sidebar.  How handy.  Actually, nominate any post, mine or someone elses, that you feel is noteworthy.

200

I went to the gym with Philip today. I spent 30 minutes on the treadmill doing the “fat burning” workout. I made my little legs walk about 2.7 mph. That’s quite a brisk walk for someone my height. I don’t run anymore after injuring my knees playing varsity soccer. Our coach used to make us run stadiums all the time and those steps were just way too tall for me to try to running up. So I don’t run at all anymore. Anyway, so there I was, walking my little heart out, sweating like a pig. The first 15 minutes were fine. I amused myself by watching the gauges on the machine tell me how fast I was walking and how many calories I was burning. The second 15 minutes were a bit tougher. All the treadmills are conveniently facing a wall of mirrors so you can watch your out of shape self jiggling along. Lovely. I discovered that Nicky B and I have the same legs. Fat thighs on a baby – very cute. On me, well, not so much. I tried to distract myself watching the subtitles on the soap opera on TV. I started wishing for an Ipod. I checked my heart rate. I tried not to look in the mirror. I contemplated the wisdom of trying to exercise. Really, if God had wanted me to exercise, he would have made me Florence Griffith-Joyner or Mary Lou Retton. Honestly, I think God likes me as a couch potato. When the man on the treadmill next to me left, I turned around and stuck my tongue out at my husband. That was when I noticed that there was a woman on the machine behind me. Heh heh. Oops. Finally the work out was over. I sludged through 1.3 miles, uphill, both ways. I burned 200 calories. I was sweating. I hate sweating.

So on the way home I got thinking. One Poptart, not one package, but ONE Poptart is 200 calories. How long does it take to eat one Poptart? Maybe a minute. And it took 30 minutes of sweaty, heavy breathing, elevated heart rate excercise to burn it off. Kind of puts it in perspective, doesn’t it? A Big Mac has 704 calories. That’s an hour and a half on the treadmill! One homemade chocolate chip cookie has 138 calories. I don’t think I can eat just one cookie. Now I’m not going to go crazy counting calories. Frankly, I’m too busy to be bothered. But it really does make you think. Because really, are you just going to eat the one Poptart and leave the other one all alone? Of course not. You’ll try not to eat the other one, but a single Poptart isn’t that big. You’ll find yourself still hungry and go eat the second one, for a grand total of 400 calories. Yikes.

Check out this site: What Does 200 Calories Look Like? Pictures of different foods worth 200 calories. So many good/better choices out there. If weight loss or healthier eating was one of your New Year’s resolutions, you’ll definitely want to see this.

Ah, Youth

Look what came in the mail for me yesterday:

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A wonderful birthday card from Orlando Bloom!(click on the Valentine to see that it really is from him)I guess he was no longer able to contain his youthful exuberance for me and had to make his feelings known, regardless of the consequences. I showed my husband right away, of course. Not that I could have hid it from him for very long. I think my giggling as I came through the door would have alerted him that something was up.

I have to admit, I’m not too surprised at Orlando. After all, take a look at my picture, I’m very cute! What does surprise me is that he would make this bold move and send me a love offering through the mail. What if my husband had intercepted it? Of course, Philip’s not a big guy, maybe Orlando thinks he can take him.

I’m sorry Orlando, but I just cannot run away with you. My children would insist on coming along and somehow I don’t think that they will fit well into your 20-something, Hollywood lifestyle. Plus, my husband would probably come after us and he’s got a black belt in Tae Kwan Do and I don’t want him to mess up your pretty face. I am flattered, though. I hope we can still be friends.

Ten Things…

…I Love About the Letter T

  1. Tamales!  With homemade Spanish rice and beans on Christmas Eve, with eggs on Christmas morning.  Oh who am I kidding, I love them any time of the year! There’s a dozen in my freezer right now!
  2. Tatting.  I am a self taught tatter.  I have a baby bonnet as a perpetual work in progress and my favorite finished projects are my snowflakes.  Tatting is rythmic and soothing and highly portable.  Often you can keep a whole project in a makeup case.  And if you pack baby nail clippers instead of scissors, you can bring your project right on to an airplane.
  3. (Chai) Tea.  I get Vanilla Spice by the case from Mocafe.  You get free shipping when you buy in bulk.  My day just can’t get a proper start without my chai.
  4. Keeping Track of Time on my cuckoo clock. (follow the link, then click on the picture for a good view).
  5. a Tanker.  My husband started off his Army career as a Tank Platoon Leader in the Gulf War.
  6. Thomas KinkadeI absolutely love to see how his paintings change as the lights are lowered or raised.  Absolutely amazing.
  7. The Tiki RoomAfter a hot day of standing in line at Disneyland, sitting in the shade of the courtyard, eating a pineapple spear and watching the tikis come to life is just what your poor aching feet need.  Then you can sit in the air conditioned Tiki Room and enjoy the show.  I bet you can even sing along…
  8. Tradition, when it is meaningful, not done just for the sake of tradition.  Traditions connect us to both our past and our future. 
  9. Tasha the Cat (Fluffy, not Fat), our beloved animal companion of 18 years. I had her for over half my life.  I’m hoping that the Good Lord who cares for the lilies of field will see fit to bring our faithful little kitty to heaven for us.
  10. Taking a walk along the Potomac with my family.  Just a block and a half from our house, we can stroll along this amazing river.  We can see the Washington Monument, the US Capitol and the Jefferson Memorial on our treks.

Thanks, Dawn!

If you would like to participate in this meme, leave me a comment, and I’ll assign you a letter!

Public Service Announcements

Typepad (my blog host), is going to be doing some sort of system maintenance mumbo jumbo on Friday night, 9pm Pacific time.  My blog will be inaccessable during that time.  I’m telling you now, so don’t be emailing me wondering where I am.  If all goes well, my blog will be back where you left it on Saturday morning.

In anticipation of my blog becoming widely popular any day now, I bought my own domain name.  My blog isn’t moving, just it now has 2 addresses.  Do you want the particulars?  Probably not.  You IT types probably already know what I’m talking about, the rest of you have already  started glazing over as soon as I said "domain name." Bottom line…You can now access my blog with either the address you’re looking at right now or…drum roll please…

www.themacandcheesechronicles.com

Learn it, live it, love it.  Make sure you’ve got the "the" in there.  You can change your bookmarks if you want.  Or not.

In conclusion, don’t look for my blog on Friday night and you can now find me at www.themacandcheesechronicles.com.

(By the way, there is a far more interesting post from earlier today.  scroll down and enjoy the cuteness that is Nicky B.)

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