In the Kitchen with Kids: A Play Kitchen You Won’t Hate

Before we had a child we swore up and down that our house wouldn’t become a giant toy depository. Piles of kid toys- especially in the form of single function plastic crap with missing pieces- give me the willies. The Family Purchasing Clause of 2007 states: “One small child, consisting of 33.33% of the human inhabitants, shall not occupy 75% of the space, nor shall items that are solely for her purpose.”

People shook their heads and gave us those silently judging “Oh they just don’t know what it is like when a metric shit ton of plastic crap descends on your house. It is unavoidable! It just happens! I think they might be un-american!”  Well, it is over 4 years later and we have fairly easily avoided it.  Turns out it is completely possible- if you share a similar value and are intentional and conscious.

Generally, it plays out a little like this: if there isn’t a space for it, which in our small house is likely, then we don’t get it. We value anti-consumerism, so don’t tend to buy, or keep, things merely for the sake of having them. We aren’t militant about it, but that is the goal. Items serve a purpose and are used regularly, or we don’t have them.  Most potential purchases get examined by a web of personal values, space to keep/store, and finances. Kid items aren’t exempt.  If something can’t be put away after playing to contain it, then we don’t get it. Things are pretty organized. Games have a place; as do blocks, cars, stuffed animals, puzzles, and books.

Cooking is also a value I hope to instill in the Babylady.  Kids learn skills and values through play and modeled behavior. If you want your kid to cook they need to see you cooking, take part in cooking, and play at cooking. But those play kitchens? $400 for a nicer wood one? Or less for a crappy plastic one.  Both take up a ridiculous amount of space and are singularly purposed. Ugh. What to do?

Enter the Ikea Bekväm Step Stool . People have varying opinions on IKEA.  To the naysayers I say, whatevs. You can organize your kid like nobody’s business and do it in a manner that won’t make you shudder every single time you look at it. We need to reach high objects. We think a play kitchen could be fun for her. She wants to “help” us make things.  Transformation time!

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image from IKEA (Bekvam Step Stool)

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Finished

Bekväm Stool Hack

Need: Bekväm stool ($14.99), 4 Pannå coasters ($1.99), paint in any color, a few screws, 4 rubber concave wall door stops (something like this ~$6/total), and heavy-duty craft glue.  Optional: an old shelf organizer & some staples.

  • Assemble stool, which is surprisingly easy. Yay!
  • Paint stool color of choice. We chose black, for no real reason that I can remember. Maybe we had it on hand?
  • The top of the stool will accommodate 4 coasters-turned-burners. I got red to simulate a hot stove.  I adhered them with some heavy-duty craft glue and then put a screw in the middle of each.  The glue has held up for the past 3 years so the screw was probably unneccessary.
  • Space the doorstops along front edge and glue/screw in place.  Voila! You now have knobs!
  • I happened to find an old shelf organizer (somewhat like this) that we weren’t using to turn into an oven rack. You could use an unused file tray or something else.  Goodwill usually has a lot of this type of thing. Or skip this step all together.  I painted the organizer to match the stove and used a staple gun to attach it underneath.

That is it!  For less than $30 (and that is if you get everything new) you can have a new play kitchen for your kid. That is small, unobtrusive, AND useful to everyone!  It is her kitchen, her helping stool, but it works as originally intended for us to get things down from high spots. Win!

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February Mid-Month Meanderings III

It is the time of the year that I am completely over the rain. Fed up with the dampness. Tired of the mud. It is raining buckets out and I’m heading out-of-town. I am off to Iowa with the Babylady to visit my folks. It is no Hawaii. Or Mexico. Or St. Kitts. But still- give me Iowa winter over Seattle’s any day. The sun shines in Iowa. A lot. The air is crisp and invigorating. I’ll take it.

(In case you were curious, my dad is still waiting for a new liver and remains at the top of the list, but nothing yet.)

Before I head out, let’s take a peek around.

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Late winter crocuses make me smile

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The parsley overwintered without any protection! It hasn't done this so robustly before. Cool!

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The rainbow chard is still going strong in the hoop house

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The return of the chives

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Indian plum budding

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I'm finishing of the last of the bottle edging

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The Babylady started a few peas inside and transplanted them. Growing up the new trellis. Details on that coming soon!

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Garlic and leeks

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The arugula is rocking my world!

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Some mint overwintered too!

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Annie is broody. She has hung out on the prized nest box for 2 weeks.

I’ve got seeds started!  I will be having a spring plant start sale as part of my new business, Brown Dirt. If you are local, stay tuned!  So far I’ve planted 22 varieties of tomatoes, 8 kinds of peppers, 5 types of eggplant, celery, artichokes, shallots, yellow/red/sweet onions, scallions, and more!

I’ll write about my seed starting set up soon, but this is a work in progress. The seedlings trays are all over the basement while I gather up more lights.

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Part of the seed starting set up. I need to get more lights to fully light the trays.

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Itsy bitsy tomatoes

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Crocus love!

We have some rhubarb starting to poke through and all the fruit trees and berries are in some stage of  budding. While it doesn’t feel like spring will ever come, the garden shows me it will.

That is all the meandering for this month.  I looked back and it is good to know the garden is consistent. This is last year.  Even the same chicken is up to tricky business.  I took a peek at 2 years ago and I am amazed at the changes in such a short time.

What is popping up in your garden?

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Loafing Around with Sourdough

I’ve been intrigued by bread baking for a long, long time.  A few years ago I began baking most of our bread using the Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day.  Decent bread for sure. Easy. Really, it is very difficult to mess up.

But something is missing for me…something I want. The depth of flavor in a sourdough risen bread is just better. More interesting.  But I am afraid of kneading. I’m afraid of big, floury messes. I’m afraid of making finicky recipes. Oh, hell, let’s just call it what it is…I’m a big scaredy cat.  Of so many, many things. You really don’t even want to know.

Tea is have a year of cooking challenges as well. She has chosen some kitchen projects that many people aspire to do but need a bit of help, inspiration, and hand-holding. The first month is for Sourdough.

Between the pasta and the bread, I have definitely started 2012 in a floury film.

My friend Mel is the head baker at Grand Central Bakery (go on, click & take a peek! It is her! Hi Mel!)  Mel is awesome. Funny, adorable, smart, and amazing in the kitchen!  And she is a bread geek.  I dig people who geek out on things- not matter what it is. Geekery rules, says me.

So, naturally, I emailed her right away. Something along the lines of “Help! What is the best way to make my own sourdough starter? I’m doing this thing. I know I could find one, but I’d rather make it. Oh, and do you need eggs? Because we have a ridiculous amount.”  

I got hooked up with a starter recipe, using rye flour and water. I was surprised at how quickly it became active since our house is pretty cold. And by cold I mean we keep the heat  set at 60° and I walk around with a perma-blanket around my shoulders. I have no idea why it got active so easily.  Perhaps it is just warmer hanging out there by the stove. But I really don’t think it should have become active so soon.  But, hey, it was bubbly, expansive, and tangy smelling, so what do I know?

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Bubbly starter in the jar

After 3 rounds of baking sourdough bread, I have determined that I am confused.  So, if you’ve come hoping for sourdough wisdom, sorry. We’re just learning over here. Trying to toss off the training wheels, so to speak.  Let’s take a look at where I’m starting. Because in a month I am going to be rocking the sourdough. You heard it here first.

Round #1

I burned it. Boo. Yet! It was clear to me that the insides had better flavor than other bread I’ve made in the past, so I still took it as a semi-victory.  Why did I burn it?  Well, my behavior seems to show that I think the absolute best time to start a project is when I am getting ready to put the Babylady to bed. I have no idea why I do this, but it is a completely predictable idiosyncrasy I have.  So, yep, I didn’t set a timer and was in her room and forgot about it. Oops.

Round #2

This boule was pretty! I was really excited about it because it looked so nice. However, it was dense.  So very dense.  Again, good flavor, so I was hopeful!

Round #3

Much better texture and crumb!  I let this one do the final rest too long though and think it caused it too blow out the pretty diagonal cuts on top.  It didn’t look pretty, but tasted pretty great.  For 24 hours. And then was almost too hard to cut.

Methods:

The method I’m using calls for taking my loose starter and creating a stiffer levain.

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The stiff levain to be added to the rest of flour/water later

The loose starer is firmed up to a stiff levain by adding a higher percentage of rye flour to water than when just feeding the starter.  I let it sit out for about an hour and then refrigerate overnight.

The following morning I mix together a flour blend (white and whole wheat) and water and allow to rest (or autolyse if you are feeling fancy) for 20 minutes. Resting allows for better gluten formation. I think. And maybe better water absorption?

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2nd batch at autolyse stage. I think it needed more water. Or more mixing. Or more of both.

After the rest period I added the salt, honey, levain, and a bit more water.  Put it in an oiled bowl and allowed to rest for 3-4 more hours.

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The 3rd batch done resting and ready for shaping. I don't think it is smooth enough.

After this rest period, the bread is shaped and allowed to rest again. A lot of resting- it gives a new understanding to “loafin’ around.”

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This is the 2nd batch (the dense one)-- the dough wasn't smooth at all so I think I didn't mix it enough.

Then we bake it in a 450° on a hot stone with a steam pan on the bottom rack.

Results:

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The 2nd batch was the best looking of the 3 attempts, but so dense. Hockey puck-ish.

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The 3rd round was not so pretty- the cuts went way. It was the best textured though!

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The 3rd round was the ugly on the outside-great on the inside loaf

I sent an SOS to Mel and got some tips on storage, feeding, timing and such. So stay tuned for Sourdough, Part II in the next month or so.

Have you had success with sourdough at home?  I’d love the hear about it!

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Cook It 2012: Pasta

Caroline over at Cook It Grow It Can It had the perfect idea to tackle the things she wanted to learn in the kitchen and turned it into a challenge. Each month she presents a skill to try or improve on. Seems perfect for someone like me that has a ridiculously long list of kitchen-y things I want to learn, but could use a little focus.

January is homemade pasta, which I’ve been scared to try (still). I think I am actually more afraid of the mess than I am of turning out an inedible product. When I know how to do something comfortably, I am fairly neat about it. But when I am fumbling through? Complete flour bomb.

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Incidentally, my Dad and Grandfather made this butcher block 30+ years ago. Now it is mine and I love it!

About this time last year I made some of the ugliest pasta you’ve ever seen.  Ugly, but awesome! That is what happens when you a) don’t read directions for a new pasta maker and b) you chose the end-of-lunch-child-naptime as the ideal time to bust out the new pasta maker for the first time.   I was a bit scarred from that experience and didn’t try it again until my Dad was up visiting a few months ago.  Reading the directions helped tremendously, as did an assistant that has made pasta before. Thanks Dad!

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Ball of dough resting. Have a mentioned how much I love having my own chickens and fresh supply of eggs? Look at that color!

I still needed a strong kick to give it another solo fling though. All I can say is thank goodness for food challenges! I’m a girl who needs deadlines! So deadline looming, I finally cracked open the directions and made a plan. I have learned I can’t do anything in the kitchen involving flour without the kiddo needing (and quite desperately) to help.  So my ladies played a few riveting games of Go Fish while I got it all ready and then went for a walk while I rolled it out. (whew!)

I experimented in mixing flour types and I really liked how this turned out- both in taste and workability.  I’m looking forward to mixing up different flour types next time. Local Kitchen makes hers with 100% whole wheat and it looks fantastic, so I’ll probably try that next time.

Basic No-Frills Pasta

  • ~ ½ cup whole-wheat pastry flour
  • ~ ½ cup semolina flour
  • ~ 1 cup unbleached all-purpose white flour
  • 3 fresh eggs
  • 1 teaspoon of olive oil
  • few pinches of kosher salt
  • water as needed to mix

I mixed it in the food processor until it held together, adding water bit by bit until it held together in a ball. Not wet, but not crumbly either.  Let it rest for 20 minutes or so before you begin to work it.  If you have a pasta machine, follow the instructions!

The biggest thing I learned this go-around was to trust the instructions that have you run the sheets through the machine about 10 times before beginning to thin them. It seemed to me that all the folding, rolling, and running through machine would overwork the dough. But, like magic, the dough became increasing supple with each successive trip through the machine. Cool!

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Stretching it out

It recently came to my attention that the Ladyfriend only likes pasta cut spaghetti-thin.  She isn’t a fan of fettuccine or linguine.  She doesn’t really dislike it. It is more that she prefers spaghetti.  However, she is having a lot of taste and appetite changes due to some medicine she is currently taking. It is difficult to find anything that tastes remotely edible to her…so I wasn’t chancing it.  And I wasn’t sure that I was up for the challenge of cutting noodles that thin, machine or no machine. It seemed like it could go terribly wrong.

I went to lasagna. Most recipes for lasagna called for boiling the noodles for a few minutes before layering the lasagna to avoid gummy pasta. so I did that.  I wish I could tell you about the lasagna but I made it up on the fly, so I can’t. But I will say that the noodles were the star. Tender, yet held up to the lasagna, and were flavorful in their own right.

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A quick boil

Pasta recipes are pretty much the same- flour, water or oil, salt, eggs.  But the type of flour you use, as well as an herbs or flavors you add in, make the combinations endless.  Now that my confidence is up I can’t wait to start experimenting!

I might even let the Babylady help.

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Next up? Cook It 2012: Bread.   I’ll be telling you all about my sourdough troubles before then though.

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Chicken Butts

It is unseasonably perfect in Seattle- which is to say that it isn’t raining, misting, or cloudy. I blew off everything to build a hugelkultur-ish bed in our parking strip.  I will tell you about that soon, but today is for the chickens.  Tired from the shoveling and lifting, I let a few chickens out to play while I sat and watched them.

I adore chickens, that is no secret. I recently told the Ladyfriend “Um, honey? Can I tell you something? I really like chickens. A lot.”  As I said in a Facebook post- “some people hold babies, I hold chickens.”  I love their soft feathers. I love their noisy bawking. I love the eggs. But what I really love is their fluffy butts.

Perhaps I was inspired by a post this morning by Krista and Jess and their chicken with a few mystery butt whiskers.  Go check it out if you have any clues to their mystery. My barred rock used to have one as well, but on close inspection it seems to be gone, so I have no idea.

Why do I love their feathers and fluffy butts so much?  Just check them out! Enter: one of the Annies (the buff orpinton), Mountain Mama (the rhode island red), and Aspen (the speckled sussex).

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How could I not? They are so…..fluffy!

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And round.

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They blow in the wind.

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That alone would be enough for me. But they also leave me these:

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Just for reference, the egg on the left is a “normal” size egg. The one on the right is enormous. Like duck-egg huge. While a normal chicken egg will weigh 2-2.25 ounces, this egg weighed 3.4 ounces!  It had a double egg but was far larger than any other double yolked eggs my girls have laid.  It was big, and so thick and fresh that it was like a pancake when I cooked it up!

Happy weekend all!

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Cruise Control

I don’t use cruise control as a rule. I tried it out on the first of my 14-or-so odd trips driving cross-country eons ago and put in the pile of Things That Are Not For Me.

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You see, I am a bit of a control freak. If you’ve known me for a long time this isn’t exactly a news flash. But for me I have only really just begun to unravel it and realize that.  Sure, I knew I liked things just so. But that was because I (clearly) knew the best/most efficient/easiest/most logical way to do something. (Ahem.) It made sense. To me.

I knew I liked to plan things, orchestrate situations, and obsess about manners, ways, and methods. But, again, that was logic. It was efficiency. Right?

No, wrong. Sigh. I got this totally wrong.  Control.  I managed my anxiety by controlling, well, everything.  And I actually thought I was controlling everything. But, did you know that we have no control over much of anything? True story friends.

My illusion of control has slowly been shattering since I met the Ladyfriend. When you are in relationship with someone who is a therapist by-some-of-her-gobs-of-education, some insight to your ways get spelled out for you.

Then we had a baby. I was pregnant and if that doesn’t deliver a blow  offer up a lesson in loss of control, I don’t know what does. There is shit that happens to your pregnant self that they just don’t warn you about.  Once they are born you realize that “Crap, this actual human being now lives with us. And I have zero control over her. How the hell is this going to work?”  Yes, you can guide, teach, model, and extol all sorts of desired behaviors. But in the end, there is no real control.  Now, I don’t actually want to control my child. It was just particularly eye-opening to me just how little control I had versus how much control I thought I possessed.

Oh, sweet illusion of control.

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My Dad’s illness fast-tracked my life learning. I have tried all kinds of things to control the situation. Learn, read, educate myself, and manage. Obviously, it helps to know what you are up against, but I actually thought I could control outcomes by what I was doing. Sure, I could know enough to advocate, push for things, interpret tests, and all that. But I couldn’t actually control what was happening in my Dad’s liver. I couldn’t stop the growth of a clot in his portal vein system. I couldn’t control whether he got on a transplant list.  I couldn’t actually control a thing.

Just like my dad’s clot, that can’t be removed or teased out, it is difficult to separate what is a behavior that is beneficial and what is a habitual way of being.  While helpful, learning and advocating was also the only way I could manage my anxiety. Or, at least, the only way I could without going into a medicated nap. Managing my anxiety via control is my habitual way of being.

As my Dad got the call that he was at the top of the transplant list I was stunned and overjoyed. Then I fell into an existential hole. The intellectual knowledge of my lack of control has been seeping into my head, but there still remained a disconnect with my actions. In an instant, full of disbelief, tears, and humility, I really got that I can’t control anything. Anything at all. I just have to let it happen. I just have to be present, breathe, and let it happen.  That is it. That is all I can do. It was visceral.

The next week I didn’t do anything. I was convinced that anything I planned to do was an attempt to control matters. The depth of that for me, at that time, rendered me useless.  If I couldn’t control anything, then why bother? Why bother doing anything at all? Why start a business? Why work so hard to raise an amazing kid? Why get out of my pajamas?

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It was a profoundly unsettling awareness. The Ladyfriend and I drove their car from California to Iowa for them and I couldn’t help but reflect.  Such vastness is ideal for contemplation.

We humans are so small. So insignificant. So unimportant. It seems like that should be scary. Or something really bad. But somehow, in that smallness and vastness, lies infinite possibility.

It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks. It doesn’t matter if we fail. It doesn’t matter if we mess up. What matters is being present to the moment. Joy. Expansiveness. Passion. Laughter. It is here we find strength, happiness and purpose. All that vastness? It is openness. Openness is love.

Surrendering to the insignificance is oddly soothing.  Like looking at space, the Ladyfriend says. It is perspective.

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Towards the end of our drive I realized I had put the car on cruise control for a fair chunk of the 27 hours. It seemed like Something Important then, but I wasn’t sure how. I didn’t share it with the Ladyfriend sitting next to me because I wanted to mull it over. (Not to mention that saying “Hey! I’m using cruise control!” to your passenger when driving I-80 through Wyoming and Nebraska, as if it is something actually note-worthy, makes you sound kinda nuts. Even to your partner.)

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I finally recognized it as significant shift away from control.  What a perfect metaphor!  A letting go of my illusion of control.

Put it on cruise control and enjoy the ride.

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All the pictures were taken on my phone from a moving car so forgive the blurriness.

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New Year’s Resolutions. Or Something Like That.

I’m a bit late to the New Year’s Resolution game. Or at least I am late in writing about it. I do have some things planned. Several personal goals. A few things I’m participating in. Some garden attention.  There will be a lot going on in addition to waiting-on-pins-and-needles for my Dad’s liver transplant.

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1) Get My Business Launched.  I am in the process of starting a business doing edible garden design and helping people with backyard chickens, wildlife habitats, and pollinator gardens.  I mentioned I had something up my sleeve back in August so it has been in the works for a bit now and I’m about ready to launch!  Sometime in the next month I’ll fill you in more on this, beg for you to spread the word, shamelessly ask for business, and spill my hopes and dreams.  Stay tuned! Woot!

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The robins love the berries

2) Run a Marathon. I’m signed up to run the Seattle Rock n’ Roll Marathon June 23rd.  Yes, I’ve run marathons before. I ran Seattle twice and Sacramento once. Plus the marathons at the end of each Ironman triathlon, but those are separate in my mind from the marathon as a unique event.  They are more intended shuffle than run. If you add it up though, that makes 5 marathons. I like to run, what can I say?

I need to exercise. I crave it. And yet, I’m not doing it. Sure, there are reasons. I have a really hard time not thinking of them as excuses because I am trying to be more mindful of context in my life. While not insurmountable, context does matter. Sick Dad. Soul-sucking job. Parenting. Partner with mystery illness during and post PhD process. Wrist surgery, a herniated disc and subsequent healing process.   It all adds up and, eventually, something goes. For me it was exercising. I fell out of the exercise habit.

I have had some unsuccessful attempts to get my groove on, but what I know is that nothing gets me back in the mode better than signing up for an event. An event just difficult enough that I can’t blow off training.  On impulse one night I signed up. Eeeps. Yep. Marathon pre-training starts Monday.

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Ice on the plum tree. I hope I still get fruit.

3) Lose Weight. I so hate putting this on the list. It is such a typical new years resolution that I just inherently balk at it. There is such a tyranny of (and obsession with) body size and weight in this country.  I am no weight freak. Just because someone is super skinny in no way makes them healthy, nor is someone a bit heavier necessarily unhealthy.

Other than a time about 10 years ago when I rather quickly gained, and then lost, a chunk of weight, I have been roughly the same baseline weight  (±10 pounds) since early high school– at least 25 years. I’ll never be a string bean nor do I want to be. However, I am 100% certain that at my so-called baseline weight, a weight some would say I could stand to lose 10-15 pounds (or 20), I am in much better shape cardiovascularly than most anyone.

The bottom line for me is that I feel better at my pre-pregnancy weight. And since the Babylady is now 4 it seems it isn’t going away by itself (damn it). Postpartum things got away from me. I was pretty lax. I knew I was training for an Ironman triathlon and was breastfeeding. I just assumed the weight would just fly off me. I mean really? How could it not fall off?  I was breastfeeding and everyone tells you lies to you that you will drop all your weight that way. I was exercising approximately a bazillion hours a week.  Except, it didn’t fall off. Sure, I dropped some during training, but it came on again after training was done. So, here I am, at a weight that feels really uncomfortable to me.  With more excuses that I care to list about why it hasn’t changed.

I know how to do it. I know I will do it. Up till now I’ve lacked commitment and consciousness.

However, know that I won’t stop drinking, restaurants/take out when I want, give up pizza, bacon, butter, or full-fat cheese.  Puh-lease. There will never be any fat or sugar substitutes, or mystery snacks here.  It is all the same good stuff people. You know, just a little less if it.

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Cool lavender

Which brings me to cooking challenges. You may think such things to be against the idea of weight loss and exercise. And you are wrong. Totally untrue. The more you cook at home, the more you control what is in the food you eat. The better you get at preparing things, the less tempted you are to go out. The more prepared you are to make awesome things, the more likely you are to make awesome things.

Cooking. It is key.

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Icy, feather grass

4) Can and Preserve More. I was on a canning streak doing Tigress’ Can Jam in 2010. I learned a lot. Made some amazing things (and some awful things). I carried the seasons through the year. It was great.  And then in 2011 I didn’t can much at all. Tomatoes, for sure. But not much else. No relish. No chutney. Sad. This year I’m going to review the end of the month round ups by Tigress (you can see the list of the monthly round ups on her side bar), as well as the lists I made of things I wanted to try. I’ll pick something and preserve it.

Perhaps even more important to me with the Can Jam though was that I got connected with some really fantastic people (and you peeps know who you are) that I’ve come to love and respect more than most people I know ‘in real life.’  It is a fantastic community and I am grateful to those I know. Internet love.

grow and resist snow and ice bamboo

unhappy bamboo

5) Grow it Cook it Can it: Do it!  Caroline realized that in making her kitchen resolutions she had the perfect year-long project of activities to become more accomplished at doing.  At the end of last year she put forth a challenge of “a year of twelve different skills, mainly centered around making foods from scratch that I may not currently be doing, or that I want to do more of, especially thinking about those last few ingredients that I still buy at a store.”  Sounds pretty great right?  First assignment is Pasta. Which is about perfect as it is about top of the list of things I want to perfect. I always have fresh, likely-still-warm eggs on hand. Flour and salt. And a pasta machine. All that I lack is the confidence to bust it out more often.  I want to get good enough to avoid completely destroying the kitchen in a flour cloud.

grow and resist snow and ice robins and hawthorn tree

Robin love

6) Tea and Cookies Cooking Challenge A few days ago I noticed that Tara at Tea & Cookies is doing a cooking challenge too.  It is similar, yet different from the one at Grow It Cook It Can It. This challenge focuses more on things like pie crusts, soufflés, and croissants.  I am excited because I have some weird cooking hang ups. For a long time I would not make things that called for cooking milk. Which is ridiculous, but it seemed so finicky. Of course, it wasn’t. I am the same way about pie crust. I say I can’t make one because it sounds hard. But really I haven’t ever tried. No more avoiding things I know I can do.  First challenge is sourdough, the Ladyfriend’s favorite bread.

grow and resist snow and ice foilage

7) The ongoing adventure to grow more of what we want and need. Erica at Northwest Edible Life just posted a spreadsheet she did to help her planning on how much to plant. I am excited to give it a try and not my usual methods of “Oh just put in as many tomatoes as we can!“, “Let’s grow some completely inefficient use of space corn because it is fun!“, and “I think we should devote a lot of space to eggplant that only I eat just to see if we can grow it!

Those are the biggies for 2012!

grow and resist snow and ice Rhode Island Red, Mountain Mama

Mountain Mama checks out the snow and ice

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