Mar
6
The World According to the Peevish Kitty
Mar
6
It was bound to happen. Our hard-done-by old machine, Fred, cacked again on Friday. The poor bastard is on his last legs, but he keeps chugging along. Anyway, when he died on Friday (actually it was overnight Thursday) BDH had to do some quick ‘n’ dirty repairs — he works again, but at this point, we can’t access some data. And in particular, we can’t get to our photos.
What that means is… if you are looking for some recent photo postings in my Project 365 (or, Grammy, in the 365 we are doing of That Baby), you’re going to have to wait awhile. It will take some time for BDH to work his magic and make all our data accessible again.
But I tell you what — we are SO saving up to buy a new computer. And we’ll give Fred a decent burial when we do. Poor old bastard.
Jan
18
Okay. So. I made bread today. With a bread maker, so you know, it’s not exactly “making” so much as “preparing and dumping ingredients” but whatever.
And I think I have discovered the secret to making good bread. Are you ready? Okay. Here it is.
HORMONES.
When I was doing my infertility treatments, hopped up to the hilt on every baby-makin’ hormone known to man, I baked. A LOT. I made all kinds of stuff. Ask Kelly, she can tell you. She was often on the phone with me as I measured and kneaded and cut. Every day, the more hormones got coursing through my system, the more I would bake. I was up to my elbows in flour and baking up a storm.
And I made good bread. Oh yes. So much tasty delicious bread-y goodness it was not to be BELIEVED. My house smelled like… well, like a BAKERY, to be honest. And it was wonderful.
But now, I am a perimenopausal lump of infertile personhood. I am not making babies, no way no how, and no amount of science could make me. The hormones? I don’t has them.
And OHMYDOG THE BREAD DISASTER.
I am currently staring at this doughy lump. Some would call it bread. I mean, if you were starving, you would call it manna and be very grateful thankyouverymuch. But it does not look like any bread that I remember from my salad days of bread. It is a knobby, dense, baked disaster of a loaf. It is not so much a loaf as a mound or a knob or a stump of bread-like substance.
It tastes fine. But it is not what I wanted to make when I set out to make bread.
I wanted a nice smooth loaf of well-risen, well-kneaded yeasty goodness. And this? Is what I did not get.
And I have decided that it is because of the hormones. Or lack thereof.
There is a correlation, I know there must be. Because this is not the bread I remember. Could it be the yeast was dead? Maybe, but it rose some, and the yeast was good well into the summer of 2011 according to the package. So maybe some of it was dead. Was the recipe bad? Perhaps. I got it from a BHG classic cookbook, so you’d think it would be tried and tested. And I followed it closely, so you’d think it should go according to plan. Is it the breadmaker, for those of you who pooh-pooh the notion of making bread in a machine and not fully by hand? Well, the recipe was specific to a breadmaker, so I took that into account. Possibly the breadmaker needs replacing? Maybe, although at least the lump is cooked, and the timer seems to have worked, and so did the kneading bit at the bottom of the pan…
And yet…? Bread lump.
So I have to blame SOMEONE. Or in this case, someTHING.
The obvious culprit is hormones. So I am blaming them. Which works perfectly fine for me, because it gives me an excuse for being extra crabby as well.
Jan
11
What’s a girl to do when she has to feed a family and has little money? This is the question that has plagued stay-at-home moms — not to mention working moms, single women, their male counterparts, and just about anyone else who finds the month lasts longer than their money — since time immemorial.
Of course we’re not completely broke. And doG knows, with the size of us, we won’t starve any time soon. But money is tight in these times, like it is for everyone, particularly since it’s just after Christmas. So it’s time to start looking for some budget friendly meal options.
I’ve been on a bit of a kick today, checking out sites like the Broke Ass Gourmet, Cheap Healthy Good, A Year of Slow Cooking, and of course the ever-present Epicurious, to find some options. I love recipe sites. I get all sorts of creative urges when I go through recipes.
But it’s challenging looking at them from a budget-minded bent. Old standby items, like chicken for example, are no longer as affordable as they once were. Vegetables are tough to buy fresh because they’re out of season and are also expensive. And some of the other budget standby items just don’t work for us for various reasons.
Still, it’s a fun task if you like recipes like I do. We love food, there’s no denying it, so the prospect of discovering and cooking up something new is always interesting to me.
And ohmydoG, I collect recipes like a fiend. I have an addiction. It’s not pretty. I need to get some sort of efficient way to catalogue these things. I have software, it’s just the time to go through them and enter them into the software that I lack.
But I am game to try some new things. Soups, vegetarian options, things cooked in wonton wrappers and pastry parcels — I’ll give them a go.
But you know what the biggest issue is for me? Bear in mind that I am as cheap as cheap can be. So it’s not the seeking-out of budget recipes that bothers me. Nor is it the planning menus, or the shopping for these items.
It’s the looming “OMG WHAT IF IT SUCKS OR IF BDH HATES IT AND I HAVE TO THROW IT OUT” possibility. He has no problem letting me know (nicely of course; more as a way of learning from things than anything) when something we (or I) have made is not to his taste. Which happens occasionally.
For a cheapwad like me, perish the thought of throwing out perfectly good food! So what if BDH hates it? I’ll eat it all myself!! So what if it’s inedible?? I’ll choke it down!!
Or, the worst of all: “I’LL JUST HAVE IT FOR LUNCHES, JUST LET ME PUT IT IN THE FREEZER…” Where it sits. Untouched. FOR YEARS.
Yeah. I can’t throw it out. Even if I can’t eat it.
So I really have to learn to not only choose recipes that are easy on the budget, but with little possibility of failure. Therein lies my challenge. A fun challenge, but one that’s going to take some time and energy.
At least That Baby is easy to please. When all else fails, puree some frozen veggies and follow that with some yogurt and she is as happy as Larry. But you just know, when she starts really and truly eating what we eat… the rules of the game are going to change again.
Better get those recipes organized sooner rather than later, methinks.
Jan
8
Okay, since Kelly asked, here is our recipe for doro wat. (Goodness knows I got this from somewhere, it’s not like I came up with it by myself — but I don’t remember where, so it will have to be uncredited.)
Doro wat is a traditional Ethiopian chicken stew that is usually served on special occasions with a sour, tangy sort of flatbread/pancake called injera. We don’t like injera much, so we serve it over rice instead. Also, we are not fans of meat with bones in this house, so our recipe is done with boneless skinless cuts of chicken, whereas it is traditionally done with bone-in chicken.
Also, it requires an Ethiopian spice mix called berbere. It’s something we had to hunt around for, living as we do in the wilds of whitebread southern Ontario, but we ended up finding it at an African restaurant in the city where BDH works. But if you live near some ethnic foodstores, you could start your quest there.
It’s very hot — as in, spicy hot. We love spicy. So if you don’t like spicy food, move along… or try experimenting by cutting back on the spices.
Doro Wat
1 lb boneless skinless chicken thighs, cut into smaller pieces
1 lb boneless skinless chicken breasts, cut into smaller pieces
3-4 tbsp lemon juice (myself, I just grab a bottle of lemon juice and use a big healthy squirt or two)
2 tsp salt
1 tsp pepper
2-3 onions (If you like onions, go for more. If they make you farty — hey, it can be a problem! — maybe 2 is enough.)
3+ cloves garlic
2 tbsp fresh grated ginger
1/4 c butter
2 tbsp paprika
2 tbsp berbere powder
1 ½ tsp cayenne pepper
1/4c red wine
3/4c chicken broth
8 hardboiled peeled eggs (optional)
Sprinkle the salt and pepper on the chicken pieces. Put the chicken in a large ziplog bag with the lemon juice. Let the chicken marinate in the fridge for at least 30 minutes.
Put the onions, garlic and ginger in a food processor. Blend into a paste.
In a large pot, heat the butter over medium heat. Add the paprika and cook, stirring constantly, for 1 minute. Add the berbere powder and cayenne and cook, stirring constantly, for 2 minutes. (This step can be a little smoky, so put the range fan on.)
Add the onion puree to the butter and spice mixture and cook on medium heat for 5 minutes. (This step will make your eyeballs fall out of your head from whatever it is in onions that makes your eyes water and hurt, so leave the range fan on, for the love of doG!)
Add the wine, chicken broth, and chicken. Stir everything together. Bring the mixture to boil, then cover and simmer on low heat for 1 hour. Remove the lid and simmer uncovered for 15 minutes or until thickened. (By this point, your chicken should be tender and falling apart into bits of tender chickeny goodness. Yum.)
If desired, add the hard boiled eggs to the pot 5-10 minutes before serving. (BDH’s favourite part is the eggs. It’s no secret. It’s supposed to be one per serving, but it doesn’t always work out that way…)
Serve over rice.
Enjoy!
Jan
3
Three days into my Project 365 challenge, and I am learning already. It hasn’t been much, but I am picking up the odd thing here and there. And the camera I am using is one that BDH bought and learned to use well over a year ago, so he has been giving me tips and teaching me a few things as I go along. That’s been nice because reading the manual? Not my best thing.
(Yes, I was a writer of manuals in the past. And I complained that users never RTFM — “read the f—ing manual”. Yes, I see the irony. Shut up.)
So I have been tinkering and trying things. Some successes, and some epic fails. But it has been fun.
Here’s what I have learned so far.
It has been a good experience so far. I like taking pictures, although so far they’ve all been things in my immediate sphere of daily life. I know that one day I am going to have to branch out and try taking pictures Out There In The World.
But Out There In The World will have to wait until I am more confident. And when I don’t have Stinkerbelle on the loose. And also when it’s not so frigging cold out there.
I don’t mind staying in and taking pictures of the things around me. It’ll be a bit boring after a while, perhaps. But at least it will be warm.
And it will give me time to RTFM — read the f—ing manual.
Jan
3
Jan
2
Jan
1
ED: I’ve created a section for all the Project 365 photos. It’s under “Project 365″in the top menu. After a few days to get into the swing of the project, I’ll start posting the daily photos over there so they are all in one place. I think. I haven’t decided. I’m still tinkering.
Okay. Let’s just say, after a few days I will do*something*. Not sure what yet.
Oct
20
I have things to post. I do.
But Life, life-with-a-capital-L, has been happening. Not all good, not all bad, not all to us… but still. Life has been Happening. And so we have been busy, and I have been distracted.
So, I hope you will be able to make do with a short list of the more enjoyable stuff and also things, until I can do something more substantial.
So there you go. Life carries on as normal.
Oct
6
I got another fun parcel in the mail last week — this time from Elizabeth, her husband Trevor, and their beautiful girl Calla!
Elizabeth is one of those people who, were it not for the Internets (which I did break up with last week, you will recall, but I still love), I would never have “met”. She has been reading my blog for awhile, since our trip last year to meet Stinkerbelle and bring her home, when she herself was a few months away from travelling to bring home her darling girl. She was doing research for her trip and read about our adventures and lists and recommendations. And she decided to keep visiting, even after she was home with Calla.
Plus, as it turns out, her Calla and our Stinkerbelle were roomies at the Transition House. So that makes it extra special. We don’t have a lot of contacts with other adoptive parents from that time — we travelled mostly on our own, since few parents wanted to brave travelling during the joyful chaos of New Years in Ethiopia — so it was really wonderful to learn that our daughters had been together at the Transition House.
Now, Elizabeth is also one of those marvellously creative, crafty types that I envy. She sent along gorgeous cards with really lovely wishes for That Baby on them. I have not the slightest bit of artistic crafty talent, so I absolutely love that people take such care and can make something so lovely that Stinkerbelle can have as a keepsake. As well, she sent along a letter to tell our daughter about her family, her daughter, and their shared history. It’s really wonderful, and something I am sure That Baby will treasure as she grows older.
So the first square is a gorgeous batik from Elizabeth and Trevor:

Isn’t that a beautiful rich colour? And I lovelovelove batik, so I was enchanted. In her letter, Elizabeth says she picked the fabric because the colours reminded her a little bit of Africa. And she related a wonderful story of camping in Ethiopia, about a night filled with dance, love and music. And that story became a wish:
“Dance like no one is watching, love like you’ll never be hurt, sing like no one is listening, and live like it’s heaven on earth.”
May your life be filled with dance, love, music and many wonderful adventures!
Isn’t that lovely? You can see the card it’s written on peeking out from behind the fabric. I love that it comes from Elizabeth and Trevor’s own experiences, having the courage to embark upon the adventures in their lives that have made the best memories.
The second square comes from her beautiful Calla, who has a love of dogs, cats, fish and ladybugs:

Well Calla, we love ladybugs here, too — and so this fabric is perfect!
Calla’s wish is one of friendship, and given they started out their lives together, it’s really fitting:
May great friendships enrich your life with laughter, joy and comfort.
There are few things so wonderful to wish for someone than good friends! And included with that was a lovely Ethiopian proverb that adds a fun little touch:
“Move your head according to the music.”
Believe me Calla, she does! And her butt, too.
So thank you so much, Elizabeth, Trevor and Calla, for sending along such wonderful thoughts, wishes and fabric for That Baby’s quilt. Our adoption adventure started out together in many ways, and it will be so nice as the years go on to look back at this very special part of our daughters’ history.
Sep
30
It’s fall. I love fall. Although after the summer we had — or did NOT have, depending on where you live — it’s a bit of a non-event. But still, I am glad to see the change in seasons.
One of the things I love about fall is all the cooking: canning or putting things in the freezer for use over the winter, and making hearty, cool weather dishes again. And usually, I am making all kinds of good things with the harvest from my garden.
But not this year, not really. Two factors have made this a bum year for our kitchen garden. First, my garden was terribly neglected because of the attention required to a certain little someone. My catnapping kid didn’t afford me many opportunities to go out and tend to the garden as I normally would, and her lack of mobility meant we spent our time outdoors in places where she was sheltered from the sun and up out of the grass. So that meant, no time out in the garden, and weeds ran rampant. Next year will be much easier, because she will be able to run and play while I am out there.
The second factor that made for a less-than-bumper crop was the horrible weather. It has to have been the worst summer in a long, long time in terms of weather. It was cold and rainy, so my poor vegetables struggled to grow, and the plants that did manage to grow were either pretty blighted or had a really small yield. My tomato plants, which normally grow like crazy in their dry, sunny spot, grew to about half their normal size, yielded small sad little tomatoes, and then suffered the blight that seems to have affected tomato plants everywhere. The poor dying things tried hard, but it was not a great year for tomatoes. Basil, which also likes the sun and the heat and the dry weather, ended up all leggy and spotty. My green pepper plants barely grew, and then got overwhelmed by weeds. My onions are still out there, as I hope the extra time will help them fatten up. The only thing that did well were my green onions, which have made for a great batch of jerk.
So, I have harvested what I could. I brought in my sad little tomatoes, and left many of them to the local raccoons and skunks, so at least somebody is getting fed, right? The ones I did bring in are tiny little roma tomatoes. There’s not enough for a big batch of tomato sauce — it’s hardly worth the effort peeling, seeding and mashing such small fruit. But you know what the little romas are great for?
Bruschetta. LOTS AND LOTS of bruschetta.
So I have been making bruschetta for us to snack on, or to accompany meals, and it has been lovely. A bit of sad basil, some sweet onion, olive oil, garlic, salt and pepper, and some of our little tomatoes cut up small. It’s been delicious and really fresh. Because they’re so small, seeding them and chopping them up has been easy peasy. And despite their small stature, they still taste good. And as far as something to snack on goes, it’s pretty healthy. I buy some artisan bread from the day-old rack at the supermarket, which means we get some excellent breads at a fraction of their normal price, and toasting it in the oven means that being day-old really doesn’t matter. So we get something tasty, healthy AND at a bargain.
It’s not quite the same as life giving you lemons and making lemonade, but it’s close.
Sep
24
We are slow at picking up mail here at The House of Peevish. Usually we get junk mail and bills, and who wants to trudge to the mailbox every day for THAT? Not I. (Possibly That Baby, but she’s nuts for the Outsideland just now.) So we leave it for a week or whatever.
But this week, I was out walking That Baby and thought, “Meh, what the heck. I’ll check it.” And I am GLAD I did, because with all the bills and flyers there was a lovely surprise.
Kirsten sent us out some squares and a wish!
Now Kirsten is another friend who I have met through this whole Internets thing. She had been reading along with our adventures here, and one day decided to comment… and from that point on, we have emailed back and forth. It is amazing what we found we had in common.
Kirsten is in the midst of a long wait to adopt from Ethiopia, but like many of the adoptive parents I have “met” on the Internets, she seems to have it all together. She’s funny and bright and keeps a positive attitude despite the many stresses that come with this process. So, it was no surprise, then, when I opened the parcel from her to find a bright, sunny piece of gingham:

Now, who doesn’t love gingham, I ask you! It’s just so cheerful and homey. It’s the most comforting of fabrics.
But along with the gingham, Kirsten had prepared something gorgeous and crafty to add an incredible personal touch to That Baby’s quilt. Have a look at this!

Isn’t that incredible! What talent she has! I was so touched that she took the time to do something so beautiful and intricate. It will be a special square for That Baby’s quilt.
Now, I am not so much one with the craftiness. I knit, and I have been known to sew, BADLY, on occasion. But Kirsten not only embroiders, she makes lovely wishes too:

So pretty! (I am embarrassed to say that I have no such skills, and the wishes I sent out were so plain by comparison.) And, because I have strategically placed the card to hide Kirsten’s name and preserve her anonymity on Teh Intertubes, here is what the wish said:
“We all have the extraordinary coded within us, waiting to be released.”
My wish for you as you grow older is that you will always believe in yourself and the potential for greatness within you. I have always believed that the only person who stands in the way to fulfilling our dreams is our selves. If you have faith in yourself, there is nothing you can’t do.
Isn’t that wonderful? Who doesn’t want their child to fulfill their dreams? It’s the perfect wish for our dream baby.
With these, she had included a little note about the fabric, which was really cool. Both pieces came from items that had some significance in Kirsten’s life, which added a really lovely personal touch to them. They will be fun stories to tell Stinkerbelle when she is older.
The package we got from Kirsten was such fun to go through. All these wonderful items, all in one package! And all because Kirsten decided one day to make a comment on a post.
So thank you so much, Kirsten, for the lovely package and for the friendship over these last few months. Both are so very greatly appreciated!
And, as a lesson to all of us out there who lurk but never comment: Go ahead! Take the plunge! Comment! You never know what wonderful things will come of it.
Sep
17
Okay, gather ’round, fellow babies. For I have a story to tell you.
Once upon a time, there was a woman who had a baby. (A FANTASTICALLY GORGEOUS AND HAPPENING WOMAN, just so you know. And also? BRILLIANT. But I digress.) And that woman decided to make her baby a 100 Good Wishes Quilt. (This despite the fact that this woman has, like, next to no friends and doesn’t know 100 people, but hey. Hope springs eternal.)
Now this woman also has a blog, read by at least, say, one or two people out there on Teh Interwebs. And on this blog, she wrote about many things, most of them of no interest or import to the world at large. But one of those things was her quilt.
One day, she got a comment from a stranger. This stranger was named Carmen, and she was from Spain. She said she was also adopting, and would they like to exchange squares?
Now, the woman knew that the Intertubes were chock full of crazy people, and normally she would have just ignored such a comment. But there was something about this woman Carmen that made her think maybe it would be okay.
So she emailed Carmen, and they agreed to exchange squares.
And that started a very nice friendship, that lasts until this day.
The End.
Gripping stuff, right? Well, I agree. And it is all TRUE.
I know!
Squares #16 and #17 came to us quite out of the blue, from someone who is, in fact, named Carmen and who does, in fact, live in Spain, and did by some chance stumble upon my blog and suggest we exchange squares. And that was the beginning of what has turned into one of the best parts of this whole quilt-making adventure, because I have made a new friend.
Now, Carmen is one of those people who you just know has it all together, from the minute you begin talking (or in our case, writing) to her. She is funny, and well travelled, and always has something kind to say about what’s going on with you or your life. And this is despite the fact that she is going to be a single mom, and is currently in the midst of a torturously long wait for a referral from China. I mean, a 3-plus year wait. And yet, she always has something nice to say about what she has read on my blog, or to take an interest in what’s going on with That Baby. I know I would be curled up in a corner rocking and crying after a 3-year wait. But not Carmen. She’s just one of those people who seems to really take an interest in her friends’ lives.
Case in point: shortly after we exhanged initial emails — and I am talking within a week or two, here — we got a package in the mail. We opened it to find this:

Isn’t that ADORABLE? I was thrilled.
Carmen said she knew that while I was waiting for That Baby, I had a thing for giraffes. And sure enough, she went out and got this bright, sunny, baby-friendly fabric with giraffes on it.
SO PERFECT!
But it was also around Stinkerbelle’s first birthday, too, so out of the package dropped this little treat:

I know! SO CUTE! I started to cry. But if THAT was not enough, her wish for That Baby was also so gorgeous:
Now, I am not at ALL crafty. Ask Carmen or Shannon or anyone else that I have sent out fabric to — my wishes are all plain and boring. This? This is going IN THE BABY BOOK, man.
So if that were not enough, over the summer, Carmen went on vacation to Norway. (I know, right? Doesn’t she ROCK with all the travelling? I am jealous. But in a good way.) And shortly after, I got this:

She said she saw this while she was travelling and thought of us. Being the cat person I am, I loved it. Enough that I thought, “Ooooh, I could decorate a ROOM around this.” Just gorgeous. And a wish to match:

It’s a lullaby in Spanish for That Baby. So now, we will need to teach That Baby some Spanish!
See what I mean? Carmen’s just thoughtful like that.
So, thank you so much Carmen, for the fun, bright, thoughtful packages, and the lovely wishes for our daughter’s book. It will be fun to curl up under the quilt with her one day, and look at all the fabrics and wishes from everyone, and tell her that these ones came quite unexpectedly from across the world from someone who we are very lucky to now be able to call a friend. And a friend who we are wishing and hoping that will one day soon gaze upon the face of her beautiful child.
And the moral of our story? Even though there are a lot of crazy people out there on the Interwebs, if you are very lucky you will meet some wonderful people who could become friends. And if you are luckier still, they will be as awesome as our new friend Carmen.
Sep
16
So, I know there are those of you who have come here to read the latest adventures in my slipped back joint hokey pokey, or to find out what That Baby has licked today. But I have been terrible, TERRIBLE I TELL YOU, in keeping up to date with my Quilt posts.
I am, in fact, a procrastinating bastard.
So if you are here to read about That Baby or her kitty (who this morning pooped a hair elastic) then I am sorry to disappoint you. You can go and do other useful things and come back in a few days and life will go back to surreal.
But for NOW? Lookit US, we are getting ORGANIZED. And I am getting CAUGHT. UP.
Now, fortunately, because of the generous good nature of some of our quilt participants, this will be an easy task. Because the next two people who sent us squares sent us MANY GOOD THINGS! So catching up will be easy.
First up are squares 13, 14 and 15, all from my friend Joanne.
Now Joanne is a friend that I had the good fortune to meet when we both worked in HELL.
TWICE.
But we survived through good humour, which Joanne has in spades. She is also very creative and artistic. And she is not afraid of COLOUR. Oh no, she EMBRACES it. And she is a cat person of the best kind.
It is safe to say that Joanne rocks on many levels.
Joanne, one of the few people invited to our little wedding 6 years ago, threatened to wear orange, her favourite colour. And I told her to BRING IT. Because this? Is the fun and merriment and life that Joanne brings to a party, and this is what we love about her.
So it was no surprise when, in the squares she sent along for Stinkerbelle, orange was front and centre:



Each square came with a little bit of a story, which are just as funny and quirky and full of life as the woman who sent them. But they are personal, so I am not going to share here.
The wishes, however, are wonderful, and should be shared with everyone:
“My wish for you: a life lived exactly as you choose it. But, if you ever have to compromise, make sure you negotiate something that will make you happy.
Wish number two: the confidence to be happily who you are.
Wish number three is that you’ll laugh and play whenever the opportunity presents itself.”
I love them. They are exactly what I would wish for our daughter, who barrels joyously, loudly and without abandon through life. And what I want her to do, always.
So, thank you, Joanne — after years of understanding and encouraging these things in me, it is wonderful that you have now passed their magic on to my daughter.
And for splashing a little more orange into our lives. Because who doesn’t need a little more orange?
Sep
8
And now, back by popular demand (well, Janna asked, anyway. Shut up.) I give you… my PESTO RECIPE! Ta daaaah! *insert fanfare*
Okay. So it’s not actually MY pesto recipe. But it is the one I use, and it works well.
And, because I don’t have as pretty a garden this year — the weather being CRAP and all — I also give you pictures of last year’s bounty. My harvest this week will be more anemic-looking, but it’s still bountiful, so I will get a good batch of pesto. And because I have a ridiculous crop of green onions… more jerk! (We had our first taste of this year’s jerk last night and OH MY DOG. The closest chicken has gotten to heaven in a long time.)
I am glad it will be a cloudy week. I am looking forward to cooking.
Good doG how I love fall!