Stymied by a steady, cold rain this week-end barring the garden gate to our Mom and Daughter grass seeding and sod project, C3 and I audibled for crafts and wine while we waited for the Kansas April showers to rumble through.
We played a lot of frisbee with Scout too.
We drove through torrents of rain to the Depot for sod in case the weather cleared and we also picked up a cheap plastic hanging pot, potting soil and jute twine. All females in my brood have glue guns but you will need one for this project. All Texans pack glue guns.
This craft is perfect for two. One to operate the glue gun and adhere the twine and another to turn the pot. Just check to be sure the twine is lining up close and there aren’t a lot of gaps. We wrapped the plastic hanging basket wires too for that extra something something.
Thank goodness the sun finally peeked out so we could get outside and enjoy nature, seeding and sodding a lawn and planting spring flowers, pole beans and finding the perfect spot for our DIY jute pot.
We woke up to a steady rainfall and rumbling tummies Not sure why rain equates to craving waffles on this drizzly morn but it did. I am not a fan of Waffle House because it is essentially a little, yellow box of grease so I broke open the newly acquired, The Love and Lemons Cookbook, by Austin author Jeanine Donofrio, and decided to test drive a new recipe titled Vegan Carrot Waffles. RM groaned behind me as he peered over my shoulder at the title of the recipe. #WaffleHouse is trending in his mind. My healthy cooking preferences often tests his middle of America meat, potato, vegetable mentality. But I ignored his whimpers because when I reviewed the ingredient list, while vegan, these waffles were also dairy free. And the carrots made sense because who doesn’t love a good carrot cake?
We have two family members whose bodies recently have declared war on dairy in any form. But they still love waffles. So Mom wanted to give this waffle recipe a shot so when they visit next time we can pull out the beloved Texas shaped waffle maker and whip up a batch. Admit it, how many states are so proud they have a waffle iron shaped to their image? Ok, Colorado, maybe, since it is the state most resembling a square or perhaps, Wyoming? Which one is more Belgian waffle-like to you, dear reader.
Back to the recipe.
In a bowl, combine 2 cups of whole wheat flour, 2 tsp. baking powder, 2 Tablespoons ground yellow flax (I keep a baggie full in my freezer, don’t you?) and 1/2 tsp. of cinnamon.
In another bowl, combine 1 cup grated carrots (about 3 medium size ones), 2 cups almond milk at room temperature, 1/4 cup of melted coconut oil (I pick this item up at Trader Joe’s (TJ’s)), 1 tsp. of your best vanilla, 2 Tablespoons of real maple syrup and a dash of sea salt.
Fold the carrot goo into the dry ingredients and stir until just combined. Cook the batter in a preheated waffle iron. They come out fluffy but crisp on the edges. Serve with maple syrup (and a little bit of butter if you dare), fresh berries and mint from your garden. A side of bacon can’t hurt especially on such a mucky Sunday morning. I cook my bacon on a cookie tray in a hot oven. You may elect to sprinkle a little honey and smoked black pepper on the strips before baking (put down some aluminum foil on the pan first for easy clean up). I like my bacon crunchy too.
This is one hearty breakfast. A Texas-sized waffle will fill you up.
Now that the sun it out, go out and plow the back forty. It never stays wet and dreary for long in the Lone Star State.
You should check out the author’s Love and Lemons blog for more wholesome, yummy options. Pretty pictures too.
I fell in love with basketball when I was a very little girl of six or seven, maybe even younger. I still love it and plan to play a game of HORSE with RM this week-end if the weather cooperates. If you don’t know what HORSE is, I am sorry because you have missed out. I have probably played a thousand rounds of HORSE in my lifetime. Such fond memories of time spent with my dad out on the concrete basketball court shooting hoops. He always had a court poured immediately, at each house we lived in, before he thought to remodel the bathrooms or applying a fresh coat of paint.
Basketball was a big deal for my dad and for our small Kansas town. The grownups started us early learning to dribble, pass and do layups from either side (left or right). I played with my brother and their friends which improved my game considerably. I practiced all the time on our court and started playing on teams as soon as that was an option. Coach Groves focused on the fundamentals and we practiced those skills over and over again until we mastered them. We didn’t have select teams back then but Dad would get the keys for the Jr. High gym so we could get in and shoot around during the summer and on school breaks. He challenged me to make 25 free throws without missing and I eventually developed such an accurate shot that I was asked by coach to shoot most technical foul shots for my hometown team. Older girls from the high school team mentored us early on and we scrimmaged against them when we were in middle school.
My dad paid for me to go to basketball camps during the summer where I developed my skills even further and also made new friends and learned from other girls. These camps were held on university campuses. It was a blast but I don’t know if I have ever been as tired as I was after a week of basketball practice all day long for a week. And the blisters on my feet proved it.
But what I now appreciate from the years I spent playing point guard is what it taught me for life. I played and learned to:
be physically active and fit
develop life skills like leadership and resiliency
have fun and provide for emotional well-being
be with my friends (boys and girls)
be on a team
Playing basketball helps young girls learn basic coordination and team-building skills with an added bonus of making new friends along the way. My father and I have passed the love of the game onto my family as we are in the middle of March Madness with our beloved University of Kansas Jayhawks on the road to the Elite 8.
So if you have a young girl in your life, pump up a basketball, find a basketball court, and play a game of HORSE with her. It may change her life, like it did mine. Thanks, Dad.
RULES of HORSE
H-O-R-S-E is a game played by two people on a basketball court. The idea of the game involves matching baskets. The player who makes shots that the opponent does not duplicate, wins the game. Example: The second person shooting must duplicate the first person’s shot, if it is made. If the second shooter misses, he/she receives the letter “H”. If the first person’s shot is missed, the second shooter may attempt any shot. If his/her shot is made, the opponent is obligated to duplicate it. Each time a shooter misses a shot that he/she attempted to duplicate, a letter is “awarded”. The game continues until one person accumulates 5 letters or H-O-R-S-E. The Rules 1. The person who will shoot first will be determined by coin flip or basket shot. 2. Shots can be attempted from anywhere on the court. No dunking or stuffs. 3. Shots may be “slop” shots or “called” shots. “Called” shots must be made as the call indicates or counts as a miss. “Called” shots must be called before the shot. “Called” shots are as follows: a. Bank – off backboard and into basket, may touch rim. b. Bank Swish – off backboard and into basket without touching rim. c. Straight In – must go into basket without touching backboard or rim. d. Swish – directly into basket without touching backboard or rim. e. Opposite Hand – if shooter is right handed the shot is attempted with left hand and vice versa. f. Jump Shot – both feet off court when ball is released. g. Set Shot – both feet in contact with court when ball is released. h. Hook Shot – ball is released in arch over the body. 4. Trick shots involving spins and ball movement prior to release are not allowed. 5. No shot may be attempted twice in a row from the same spot to give the opponent 2 consecutive letters. 6. All games will be self-officiated on the honor system. 7. Match – best 2 out of 3 games.
Not everything retro needs to return and the highly processed casserole or hot dish is one that needs to remain in the past. My mom was the casserole queen of Main Street (we really did live on Main Street) in Anytown, USA in the 1960’s and 1970’s. Give mom a pantry stocked with Campbell’s Soup, a freezer full of Birds Eye vegetables and a protein and she had a hearty meal on the table in 30 minutes or less. Oh, yeah, don’t forget the carb (rice, noodles, or biscuit).
Casserole was her nightly “go-to” for this busy working mom due to its versatility, as well as the time-saving aspect of literally throwing everything in the ingredient pool at once. But most importantly how economical these oven-baked creations were for her raising a family of four kids, three of the growing boy, eating machine variety. Casseroles were everywhere back then. In school lunches, at potluck dinners and always at church suppers. Taste was never the point, it was how quickly and cheaply, it could get to the table. These dishes were so full of salt and other highly addictive, unnatural, preservatives that we soon grew to love, crave, the comforting taste of the goo.
I still love the stuff. Green bean casserole anyone? But I no longer use canned soup (RM still tries to slip celery and mushroom soup into the pantry), use more fresh vegetables and limit the fat, sugar and salt content in our dishes. I still make some of the old dishes especially the ones from my hand-written or typed recipe collection but I have found ways to lighten them up and get rid of all the preservatives.
The first dish I learned to make in my youth was a goulash casserole. Mom’s recipe went like this:
Brown two pounds of ground beef. Add one can of tomato paste, one can of mushroom soup, one can of corn, 1 /2 lb. of Velveeta, liberal dash of salt, pepper, paprika (it’s why we called it goulash) and cooked egg noodles. Place in your Corningware French White casserole dish (still have one) and bake at 350 degrees until hot and bubbly. What’s not love? It’s a heart stopper!
Other favorites from her recipe box included tuna casserole with canned peas, tuna, celery soup and generous amounts of Miracle Whip with those same egg noodles and bake it until heated through. Or my personal favorite — hotdog casserole made with cut up hot dogs, chopped bacon, canned baked beans, dollops of catsup, mustard and Worcestershire (say that three times fast) sauce, and topped with slices of American cheese. Bake until processed cheese is melted and browned. Takes less than 30 minutes. Good gracious those hot dishes were good. Good eating! Easy fixing! As the ad below reinforced. And so bad.
To my mother’s credit, she learned that cooking like this was harmful to our health and she changed our diets considerably in the late 70’s with weekly, scratch made bread, Czech-style noodles and yogurt, seeking out local, farm raised eggs and chickens, and lots of dark greens from her garden including tons of fresh herbs. So like her, let’s leave these greasy gratins and other overly processed colon clogging combinations behind us, where they must stay, for the sake of our hearts, and only in our memories.
When it comes to women in science and engineering, there is a shortage. Little girls are just as curious about the world around them as little boys, but somewhere between examining snails on the sidewalk and taking AP Calculus, they don’t seem to show up in representative numbers. Educators and researchers continue to try to pinpoint the source.
Many of you may have already seen the video link below that went viral several years ago. In the ad, three girls are bored watching princesses in pink on TV. So they grab a tool kit, goggles and hard hats and set to work building a machine that sends pink teacups and baby dolls flying through the house, using umbrellas, ladders and, of course, GoldieBlox toys. I often tell my engineer husband that more young women would go into engineering if the hard hats were another color than white and that everyone didn’t have to drive a truck and more importantly that their teachers were challenging them with engineering problems that appeal more to their interests.
Preparation for engineering professions is more than the single message many girls hear – take more math and science classes.Women want to be creative and collaborative. They want to design systems that make people healthier and safer and preserve the environment and make the world a better place. What they don’t hear is that scientists and engineers do all of these things. Engineers design everything – absolutely everything – in our built environment. Engineers are much more than a single story. So encourage a girl to be curious today and every day. Boys too.
Mom worked full-time while raising four children and she wanted it to be easier for me than it was for her. When I was in high school, she bought me a t-shirt that said, “A Woman’s Place is in the House and the Senate” and I recall both positive and negative remarks from teachers and classmates when I proudly wore it to school. Mom was a proud feminist, subscribed to Ms. magazine, and referred to herself as a member of the “women’s libber movement“.
I remember conversations with my Mom about discriminatory work practices that were so common in her generation and still in mine. I was sexually harassed when I was younger. I was french kissed by one boss while still in high school and in another, whistled at and catcalled every time I walked out on a factory floor. Female co-workers would warn me about certain male bosses not to accept lunch invitations from. When I had a joint banking account with my husband at a local credit union in the 80’s, I wasn’t allowed to conduct certain financial transactions because he was listed as the “primary” on the account.
Mom shared a ridiculous story about when she smoked in her early twenties, which was in the 1950’s, that she had to do so in the basement of her own home because good wives of teachers didn’t smoke in public or were even seen smoking through their own home windows.
Mom was my role model. She showed me how to juggle career and family on a daily basis, how to get organized, how to manage my time, how to carve out small moments for self-care, how to stand up for myself and how to ask for help and get it. She helped many women and children in her career in social services trying to reduce barriers, provide support, and improve the human condition.
I know Mom would be surprised by today’s attacks on human rights and would support a renewed wave of support for all to include policies to:
pay the same as men do for the same job
recognize and value doing so much of the hard work required or expected of raising children
become much better at supporting working women, and mothers
control our own destiny in this world, without regard to our gender, race and physical appearance
Mom died a long time ago when I was in my 30’s. What would Mom say if she was alive today?
I know she would be shocked at current events especially the hate talk, backtracking on human rights and loss of decorum in our government leaders. She would say – you can do and be better.