2009 Year of Pleasures #26

Bees loving poppies

My garden is in shambles right now. The ranunclus have all died back, the blooms on the hydrangeas have browned, and the glorious poppy tangle is pretty much over.

But I’m still getting the occasional bright red splash, and you can bet money that if there’s a poppy open, there’s going to be a little bee right near by. When the poppies were at their most lush, there were so many bees it looked like flies on something rotten. I think if I ever succeed in getting my little farm with some of my own honeybees, I’m definitely going to need some poppy fields to keep the little guys busy.

2009 Year of Pleasures #25

Paper Stash

I wish I had a scratch and sniff blog. Because the smell of my studio brings me so much pleasure I’d love to find a way to share it with all of you.

Fabric Stash

I don’t know, some combination of the paper, and the fabric, and the wood furniture…I almost always stop upon entering the room and take a big deep breath. It just smells like possibility to me.

Father’s Day

We spent Father’s Day in Orange County with Bear’s family, and we couldn’t call it a fun weekend without tossing everyone in the pool.
Dad and baby

Atti kept trying to drink the pool water.
Splash

This little guy is a moleman, just like his mom. Every time we go outside together we both screech like vampires.
Melting in the sun

Get a load of this ‘do. Who needs hair gel?
Wet Hair

Atti’s developed such a strong personality, every day it’s more fun to watch him interact with the world.

Eggs Benedict Pizza

Eggs Benedict Pizza
As part of my meal planning/recipe organization project, I’ve been going through all of my collected recipes and seeing which ones work for me. I have a binder full of recipes I want to try, and a journal full of notes on recipes in progress, and once I’ve got something down pat, I add it to the notebooks. I’ve started calling these “the canon.” So once I finish fine tuning a recipe just so, it goes into the notebooks were it becomes canonized.

My meal planning schedule makes Friday night pizza night. I have to admit, I really don’t enjoy pizza all that much. I don’t know why, I used to like it fine, I just developed a weird aversion to it. Even so, I had to keep this night on the schedule for Bear, and for Atti as he gets older and starts bringing friends around – I think pizza night will be a big hit. But I had to do something to keep myself interested, so I put on the ol’ thinking cap and started coming up with the most gourmet pizzas I could. This is my new favorite one.

Eggs Benedict Pizza
Pizza crust – your favorite recipe
Monterey Jack cheese
Canadian Bacon
6 eggs
Hollandaise sauce

Hollandaise sauce
1 lb butter, clarified (melt the butter and only use the clear yellow part, not the milky solids)
Dash of salt
Dash of peppercorns
½ C white vinegar
1/3 C water
6 egg yolks
1 – 2 T lemon juice
Salt and cayenne pepper to taste

Combine the vinegar, salt and peppercorns in a saucepan and cook until nearly dry. Add the water and stir thoroughly to pick up all those vinegar crystals, then strain out the peppercorns. Allow to cool. Add the egg yolks to the vinegar mixture in a non-reactive bowl and beat well. Hold the bowl over a pot of boiling water and beat until the yolks are thick and creamy and reach the ribbon stage. This is when the eggs are thick enough that they start to hold some shape and look like ribbons trailing off the whisk. This will give you quite a work out if you do it by hand, but it’s a whole lot easier to use a hand or stick blender. Remove the bowl from the heat. Ladle in the butter slowly while beating the eggs, only a few drops at a time at first and waiting until all the butter is fully incorporated. If the sauce becomes too thick to beat, add the lemon juice and continue to add the butter. Add lemon juice, salt, and cayenne as needed to taste. Strain if necessary to remove any egg clumps.

Mix up crust, brush with olive oil. Distribute Canadian Bacon and top with grated cheese. Bake. When the crust is done, crack six eggs around the top of the pizza. Leave in the oven for 1 minute and then take out. Carry over cooking will take the eggs the rest of the way. Serve with Hollandaise sauce for dipping.

Eggs Benedict Pizza

When we made Hollandaise sauce in class, it didn’t really thrill me. It’s creamy and buttery, but tasted on it’s own you don’t really get what all the fuss is about. I’ve had Eggs Benedict plenty of times, even a particularly fantastic Crabcakes Eggs Benedict, and absolutely loved them, but I never walked away craving the sauce. That’s the particular gift of Hollandaise sauce. It doesn’t overpower, it spotlights. The flavor blends in and makes everything else just shine. It’s totally worth the trouble.

2009 Year of Pleasures #24

A dream come true…

Dance Party

I’ve never been a baby person, and whenever I would talk with friends about having kids I always used to say that I wish they came out at three years old. That’s when they can talk, and color, and play, and until I had my snuggly little guy, I just never saw the appeal of them any younger.

I have since become a convert to babies, especially little baby necks that just beg for nuzzles, but I am in absolute heaven right now – still trailing the last of babyhood, accepting all my smothering kisses, and yet starting to communicate with the world, starting to play. This is really a spectacular age.

Atticus is just as music obsessed as ever, and the other day when a particularly bouncy song came on I just couldn’t help myself. We spun and bopped and danced around the living room together, Atti laughing like a madman the whole time.

Dancing

This motherhood stuff. It’s pretty great.

Atti’s on a roll

Look at him go!

Ladies and gentlemen, my son can now officially sit up on his own.

A new day has dawned. Now I can take him to Target and not face the struggle of carrying him in my arms while I push a cart, or trying to push a cart and a stroller at the same time, or trying to haul around a 20 lb car seat full of 20 lb kid.

No, no. Now I can sit him in the cart like a regular old kid. Now he can sit up, supporting himself, without any help. Now he’s getting closer and closer to independence.

Atticus can sit up!

I’m so proud of this guy I can barely stand it. He’s such a little champ.

Next step? He gets his eye operated on July 7th. It’s terrifying, but good. I’ve learned that every single thing is connected, and once he’s got those eyes fixed I’m sure that he’ll keep this streak alive and accomplish even more.

What a little wonder.

Summer Projects

Atti’s slowly but surely gaining enough mobility that we can start to hang out in our little backyard now. We splurged on a fancy exersaucer knowing that he’s going to be spending a lot of time in there while he masters standing on his own, and now that he’s through throwing tantrums every time I put him in it, we can take it outside and all hang out together in the sweet breeze.

Family Outdoor Time

This is heaven right here. Sleeping Bears and Kitties, a little boy hard at play, and I’m sitting back in my chair with an ice Cold coke and hands busy with the rhythm of stitching up and down.

Atti's stocking in progress

This will eventually become Atti’s Christmas stocking. So far all the stockings I’ve done for us have come from this book. I really love the dense, illustrated patterns that almost look like needlepoint canvases. A blanket of tiny cross stitches just looks beautiful all finished up, and the intricacies of the pattern with all the different shadings keeps me interested the whole way through. This pattern is a little boy sitting in a rocking chair in front of a fireplace, reading a storybook. At first I thought it would be a little too old fashioned, but Bear insisted. He thought Atti absolutely required a stocking with a boy reading a book.

Between this, my 12 Days of Christmas ornaments, and a whole lot of projects I have up my sleeve for the new trees, I have a lot of stitching ahead of me. But that seems to be what’s calling to me this summer, so I guess it’s about right.

2009 Year of Pleasures #23

Kicking Back

The patio furniture arrived last week, and this weekend it was finally sunny enough to enjoy it.

Whoever started the outdoor couch trend is a hero in my book.

A Cure for the Blues

With as frequently as the sad days descend around here, I pride myself on how hard I work to avoid the pity parties. For every weak day I share with all of you, there are hundreds more weak moments that I force myself past with a stiff upper lip. And then when I just cave in and need a day to feel sad and worried, I never indulge myself too long. I know I need to feel my feelings, but I also don’t want to spend a lot of time on things that won’t solve any problems.

So, with that being my focus I set about kicking my gloom this weekend. I did my usual routine of indulging in things that bring me pleasure, I slept in, watched lots of lame movies, and then decided to tackle a smallish but nagging project so that I could feel like I had accomplished something. We picked up a bunch of plastic bins from Target, I busted out the good old P-Touch labelmaker, and I went through everything in Atti’s closet to see what still fit and what could be packed away.

As I was folding all those tiny clothes, I couldn’t help but get nostalgic about where he’s been. All the preemie clothes that we dressed him in in the hospital, threaded over tubes and wires; the clothes we were given from friends and marveled at, thinking he would never fit; the clothes that were permanently stained with spitup from the months and months we tried to get him to eat and keep it down despite the acid reflux. All those things that terrified me last year, are no longer an issue. He’s faced all those early threats and tackled them, I have no doubt that he’ll just keep right on going.

And then, if I needed another reason to kick off the self-pity, yesterday Atti decided to crawl:

Maybe he realized he was starting to freak Mama out and it was time to stop playing around.

2009 Year of Pleasures #22

Good Book
All last week was gloomy and rainy and, sure enough, that was also the week that all the new patio furniture arrived. [As an aside – if you’re looking for patio furniture, Overstock.com is awesome and has free shipping.]

I may not have been able to go put the new outdoor couch to work, but the rain is perfect for one thing – curling up under a blanket with a snuggly baby and sticking my nose in a good book.