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About 3 years ago, I learned how to bake.

I took a pie making class at Rudy’s, taught by a woman who had won more than her fair share of blue ribbons for her delicious pastries.  The class went really, really late–she made five pies for us during the class from start to finish! Although I was tired by 11pm, I sat in the front row and took scrupulous notes. I then attempted to make the pies at home later that week for Thanksgiving.

Before that class I had never really made much of anything; we ate out a lot and had a lot of meals in a box…but that class made me realize that I could make food at home–far better than anything I could buy.

That class, really, changed my life.

I enjoy baking like a lot of people enjoy TV. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Learning to bake gave me the confidence, and interest, to learn how to cook. And learning to cook, in turn, has made me a good, ’50s style homemaker, with dinner from scratch nearly every night. Knowing exactly what my family is eating–every single ingredient–is a blessing. And knowing that I can make anything in a grocery store myself, only better, is something to be proud of and thankful for.

Let’s be honest: there are some really, really bad green bean casseroles out there.

Bleh.

My Aunt Linda’s recipe, though, is not one of those. It is, hands-down, the best green bean casserole I’ve ever had. It is so good that I finally begged my mom to get the recipe from my aunt so I could make it for my family this Thanksgiving. I can remember, very clearly, Aunt Linda arriving with the casserole and my Mom being so delighted that she had brought it, repeatedly commenting on it and taking a good whiff of it each time.

The recipe is somewhat similar to this one I found at Taste of Home.com . Another take on the same idea can be foun at CookingwithMichelle.blogspot.com . But honestly? I think Aunt Linda’s is the best.

Aunt Linda’s BBQ Green Beans

2 Cans of canned green beans slightly drained
4 slices bacon – chopped
1/4 medium onion – chopped
1/2 Cup Ketchup
1/4 Cup Brown Sugar
1 Tab Worcestershire Sauce

Drain most of the liquid form beans.  Brown bacon and onion and drain fat.  Add Ketchup, Worcestershire sauce.  Pour over beans – do not mix!  Bake 20 minutes & 350 degrees.

 

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Anyone who has ever had to separate their family for work knows what a blessing it is to have everyone together, under one roof. Those who have been lucky enough to never have to experience a spouse leaving for a job should really take a moment and be thankful for it.

Two years ago Matt accepted a job in Virginia, even though my job, our home and life, were in Idaho. He took the job because the real estate market had tanked and he was the marketing director for an over-stretched real estate company. That job not only had no future, the expiration date was fast approaching and we were worried about how to pay our bills if he were to lose that job.

He looked for work, but there wasn’t any in Idaho. The best job he could find was on the other side of the country. He took it and left, unsure of when he’d be back. I became a single mom to a 3.5 year old who worshiped his Dad. Life was hard. Yes, we made a pretty decent income between the two of us, but it was eaten up by the expense of having two housing payments, two grocery bills, two sets of utilities. At the end of the day, I think we actually had less–financially and emotionally.

…finally this past February we were reunited, after more than a year apart.

It hasn’t been all smooth-sailing since February; going from being single to living together again is a rough transition. But being able to talk in-person instead of over the computer sure is nice. Having someone else to take out the trash is great. Having  dinner with my husband every night is something I no longer take for granted.

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I was picking up some supplies to make our holiday ornaments and gifts at JoAnn Fabrics when a lady came over and offered me her coupon: $10 off a $50 purchase. My purchase amount was exactly $50.67 before tax, so it worked out perfectly.I just think things like that are amazing.

My life has been full of little moments like that and I personally delight in creating those moments for others because I know what a big difference it has made for me.

When I was 17 and interning in Bellevue, Seattle at KLSY radio I drove about 180 miles a day; I was too young to get an apartment in Seattle, so I had to drive from my parents’ house each day. This was the summer when gas cost just 85 cents a gallon, so  it wasn’t so bad on the pocket book, but it did mean I had to fill up my tank every day.

I was about 60 miles from home, 30 miles from work, when I ran out of gas. I pulled in to a  gas station and tried to use my parents’ credit card. It was declined. I didn’t have cash or check or anything else to use; my parents were in Hawaii so I couldn’t get a hold of them. I called the card company and they had suspended the card because of the “suspicious” activitiy–my parents hadn’t called the credit card company to tell them they’d be using it in Hawaii.

So there I was, stuck.

I called my grandma, my boyfriend, my cousin, my best friend, my boss. I couldn’t get a hold of anyone to come out and pay for my gas.

So I began to cry.

That’s when the young man behind the counter told me not to worry about it. He went to the ATM, took out $20 of his own, and gave it to me. The total was $8.60 and he told me to keep the change, that I might find I need it later.

That moment has stuck with me for the last 10 years; I have repeatedly tried to pass on his kindness to others. I’ve bought groceries for strangers and for students; bought lunch for homeless folks on the street; created scholarships for my students and personally paid the tuition of one of them.

I’m not rich; i never have been and likely never will be. But when I have an extra $20, or on the rare occasion that I have an extra $100, I know there is someone out there who needs it more than I do. And the fact that I am able to help someone else, and not need that help, is something to be so thankful for…because I know it is only luck, and a matter of time, before I will need that good karma to pay me back.

I FINALLY learned how to make rosettes! Don't they look awesome? I made about 100...

I spent today baking with ladies more than twice my age.

I made Krumkake for the first time today; it tastes as good as I remember from my childhood.

I was the youngest by at least 50 years.

Some of the hundreds of sandbakkels we made...

And I loved every second of it.

Some of the items I brought home from my all-day baking: I got to use several different kinds of rosette irons, including a Christmas Tree and a Candy Cane, flower, star and snow flake. Very cool.

I baked so much with these ladies that I brought home a lot of treats for my boys. They were all too eager to finally try the goodies I’ve been talking about for years.

I think Logan's expression says it all...

And I was all too eager to share with them a priceless piece of my childhood; an edible memory; a bit of my self, dusted with powdered sugar.

Logan eating his second Krumkake...he ate the first one before I could get a picture!

Logan picked out a Krumkake to eat. He likes them as much as I do. And I like that, a lot.

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…even when life really, really, REALLY bites…at least you can log on to Failblog.org or awkwarkfamilyphotos.com or CakeWrecks.blogspot.com and laugh at other people…and their creations.

It’s all in good fun, of course…but there is something so uplifting about Schadenfreude…so go ahead, log on and have yourself a good, hard laugh. You’ll feel much, much better.

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Thank God for GPS.

Moving to a new time zone means I have no clue where I am 99% of the time. Luckily, being without a car means I can’t get too lost…most of the time.

But when I have had a car, I have gotton very lost, very fast. The highways here go from a 2-lane road to a 6-lane race course with no real warning. I once was trying to go to Costco and ended up at the Capital Building. It was scary. I called Matt, in tears, because I didn’t know how I’d managed to get to a national landmark, and more importantly, I didn’t know how to get back home.

…that is part of the reason I don’t mind living without a car.

We use a ZipCar from a couple times a month to go grocery shopping and such–and on those dates I am so deeply thankful to have a GPS system that self-corrects if I miss a turn or mysteriously end up on a 55-lane high way to hell.

Driving in DC and Va is scary; the drivers go 20+ miles over the speed limit, they don’t signal, they are aggressive to an extreme I never encountered driving in Seattle or Idaho. Then add in that some exits from freeways can be on either side of the road, and driving, for me at least, is stressful at best…frightening at worst.

So having a little GPS device makes a world of difference. It gives me the confidence to drive to other towns for doctor’s appointments and errand running because I know I will actually make it to those doctor’s appointments and not the Capital Building.

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…I’m not talking about bras…perhaps that will be a later post….because good, supportive bras are indeed something to be thankful for.

Today I’m talking about the kind of thing that recently happened when our son was (yet again) attacked by a bully at his school.

You may remember my mentioning Logan’s punching a bully in the nose last month. Unfortunately, the self-defense didn’t stop the little twerp from going after Logan again. And again. And then yesterday leaving a gash on his cheek; a giant red and bloody scratch stretching across most of his left cheek from a stray fingernail and a claw-handed attack on my son’s face. It was simply because my son was within arm’s length. Logan had done nothing to this boy; they weren’t playing, they weren’t arguing. The Problem Child just decided he didn’t like something–anything–Logan was doing (which, it turns out, was just getting in line because recess was over) so he clawed him and left a mark.

…But this post isn’t about that…its about what has happened since.

I have been blown away by the help of my friends, former students, former coworkers, friends-of-friends…it honestly feels like anyone whose path has ever crossed mine has come out to give their two cents…and it makes me feel rich with support.

I’m so thankful for all the advice, support and personal stories of their own struggles with bullies. This town is new to us; this whole school thing is new to us; dealing with difficult and aggressive children is new to us. So the support we have been given has been much needed.

As we continue to deal with the principal, teachers and the Problem Child’s parents, I know I will continue to need advice from others. And I’m so thankful to know that I can get it in enormous amounts.

For another, simpler, version of Garlic Mashed Potatoes, check out Mike's Kitchen Blog by clicking on this image. His post from 2007 has a fabulous step-by-step guide with images.

I will generally eat any and all mashed potatoes–as long as they are homemade. I hate the stuff that comes out of a box; I hate the stuff at resturaunts. So basically if the potato is mashed and has some margerine or butter, I will eat it gone…I’m so not picky.

But there are obviously some mashed potatoes that are better than others, and below is the recipe that I think may be the very best of the bunch. It doesn’t bring in any unexpected flavors like rosemary or cheese; it just enhances the traditional mashed potatoes with some garlic….ok, A LOT of garlic.

This recipe comes from Cooks Illustraited–so you know it has been tested, tested, and then retested some more. Yes, it is a little finicky–but the results are worth it.

Garlic Mashed Potatoes from Cook’s Illustrated
Serves 4

*Avoid using unusually large garlic cloves, which will not soften adequately during toasting. Yukon Gold, red, russet, or white potatoes can be used — each turns out a different texture. For smooth mashed potatoes, a food mill or potato ricer fitted with the finest disk is the best choice. For chunky mashed potatoes, use a potato masher, decrease the half-and-half to 3/4 cup, and mash the garlic to a paste with a fork before you add it to the potatoes.

Ingredients

22 cloves garlic (small to medium-large, about 3 ounces, or 2/3 cup), from 2 medium heads garlic, skins left on
2 pounds potatoes, unpeeled and scrubbed
8 tablespoons unsalted butter (1 stick), melted
1 cup half-and-half, (warm)
1 1/2 teaspoons table salt
Ground black pepper

Instructions

1. Toast garlic, covered, in small skillet over lowest possible heat, shaking pan frequently, until cloves are dark spotty brown and slightly softened, about 22 minutes. Off heat, let stand, covered, until fully softened, 15 to 20 minutes. Peel cloves and, with paring knife, cut off woody root end. Set aside.

2. While garlic is toasting, place potatoes in large saucepan and cover with 1 inch water. Bring to boil over high heat; reduce heat to medium-low and simmer until potatoes are tender (a paring knife can be slipped into and out of center of potatoes with very little resistance), 20 to 30 minutes. Drain.

3. Set food mill or ricer over now empty but still warm saucepan. Spear potato with dinner fork, and then peel back skin with paring knife. Working in batches, cut peeled potatoes into rough chunks and drop into hopper of food mill or potato ricer along with peeled garlic. Process or rice potatoes into saucepan.

4. Stir in butter with wooden spoon until incorporated; gently whisk in half-and-half, salt, and pepper to taste. Serve immediately.

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Perhaps this is premature, but I am so excited about this weekend.

If you haven’t already read about my obsession with a culture that isn’t my own, I suggest you do so before continuing…if only to fully grasp my fascination with all things Jul.

I am going to the Sons of Norway for a baking workshop of sorts…I provide free labor for their bake sale, they teach me how to make lefse, krumkake, rossettes and all those other amazing Holiday Cookies. I already sorta know how…but dang am I excited to get 7+ hours of a hands-on workshop on the making of my favorite treats! And its free!

I am so happy I might dance.

Maybe even Folk Dance…

Check out the :40, 1:13 and 1:50 mark for a glimpse of my childhood, and my fondness for folk dancing (I used to preform this exact dance)

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