Saturday, March 30, 2013

What's in a Name

Totally random.

I just sent off a recipe to a friend, and I'm never sure what to call it.

I have the fancy title of Indian-ish Chopped Salad.  And it never sounds right.

Indian Chopped Salad sounds like its been chopped by people from India

Chopped Indian Salad, well, that just sounds terrible.

Chopped Salad Indian Style...not right.

What's a girl to do?

Here's the recipe.  It is fabulous and perfect with the red lentil curry, tandoori chicken and roti!

Sorry there are no pictures, I just post as the spirit moves!

This recipe would make enough to feed 12 as a side – because it’s a chopped salad it doesn’t look as big, but it’s compact.  I usually make a half recipe for our family.

½ c lemon juice (or 1-2 fresh lemons, squeezed)
¼ c white sugar
¼ c oil
1 tsp salt
½ tsp cumin
1 T dried cilantro, or ¼ cup fresh, chopped fine.
1 T chili powder

Mix, shake, chill

1 head romaine
1 cucumber, seeded - or should this be un-seeded, de-seeded? Inquiring minds want to know!  Or was it enquiring?  Make it stop!!!
1 large sweet red pepper, seeded
2 green onion
1 mango, de-un-post-pitted and all that

Take all the ingredients and chop them all very finely.  You want all the pieces in the salad to be roughly the same size, including the lettuce – that’s what makes it fantastic.  Put dressing on it just before serving.

Friday, March 22, 2013

When Testosterone Reigns Supreme

We have a very boy-heavy household.  Which is exactly and extremely the opposite of how I grew up.  Not that I was ever a girly-girl, but it was just different.  So every once in a while I have a "I am in uncharted territory" moments where I can't help but smile and shake my head.

Take for example last week when I came across a clipped news article one of my boys brought home the other day. 

Mom, am I really doing a blog post about farts?  I'm sorry Mom.  I'm sure you raised me better. 

Maybe I should just blame homeschooling.  Except I know plenty of homeschoolers who wouldn't find farts nearly so interesting - at least not interesting enough to clip and save an article about said topic. Remember:  homeschooling doesn't make kids weird.  Weird parents make kids weird. 

So here I am writing about farts and feeling fairly confident that the weird ship has already sailed.  Dang. 

Part of the problem is that my finely tuned sense of humour that didn't make it much past "grade four boy" level.  So maybe God knew what he was doing when he blessed with only one girl and then four wonderful boys.

I have considered embracing the "if you can't beat them join them" mentality, but I'm not sure it would up my coolness factor, and we all know that good parenting is a result of your kids knowing you are cool. 

Deep thoughts to ponder. Or as Keanu Reeves would say:  "Whoa."

May your Friday be fantastic and smell like...cupcakes.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The Deathly Dearth

So - another month between posts.

This dearth of posting might lead one to believe that I have perhaps a) run out of things to say or b) that I don't think about this blog much anymore. or perhaps c) I am suffering from a terrible case of writer's block

My response to this would be a) Ha!   b) Nope.  Think about blogging every. single. day. If there was a way to access and complete all of the partial blogs I write in my head each day - I'd be off the charts  c) I think I have the opposite problem of writers block.  I think of too many things to write, and then I don't know where to start. Cooking?  Homeschooling?  Worship?  Parenting?  Life? Marriage?  I am suffering from a lack of focus.

Oh look. A Squirrel!

I guess what I'm trying to say without saying it is this:  I want to write more, but I'm a bit nervous about doing so.

Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi.  You're my only hope.

The End.