I realized last night that I have been waiting almost half of my life to be able to go trick or treating again. I think I retired my game at age 15, but now, 15 years later, I get to throw this elephant on my hip and gather the goods from door to door. I love trick or treating! Hopeful for some peanut butter cups.
Happy Halloween everybody. One year ago today I was in full blown labor. Just the memory brings halloween terror like nothing else. Birthing this elephant felt like birthing an elephant. But I'm so glad he's here. I still remember the pain (not sure when mama-amnesia is supposed to kick in) but I would do it again and again and again knowing the joy and love this boy has brought into our lives.
blog friends
Well, I've always loved this little blog for a number of different reasons. But one of the best is when a friend from the past comes wandering through. Like Anna. Anna just added her pic to the "followers" over there on the right and it made my day.
I guess I'm just so grateful that people visit at all. This is very much a scattered mind-dump of my life, what I'm thinking, what I'm eating, pictures of my sweet baby boy. It's random but it also feels very true to who I am.
Anna was on my camp staff in Nebraska and was rock solid. A huge bummer of dropping out of facebook was losing ties with a whole lot of summer staffers who I love dearly. So, anyone else out there?!! Former camp counselors? Friends from Gustavus? Zoo School? Shepherd of the Valley? Girl Scout Troop 933? I'd love to know you're here!
rory's birthday
We celebrated Rory's birthday this weekend. It was fun and I made it a big deal. And in full disclosure, I made it a big deal because I was using his birthday as a teaching tool. For him. For me. Completely for me, really. And he knew it. He called me on it in the middle of the day, "are you trying to show me how you'd like your birthday celebrated?" Well yes, yes I am.
We were in California for my birthday this year and it was nothing short of phenomenal. Because of my friend Shannon. Shannon went above and beyond for my birthday. The day began with a hot homemade breakfast, receiving a collection of good magazines and books to enjoy throughout the day, 30 balloons delivered to the door (!!!), time for a nap, a 90-minute massage (!!!), and dinner out at a great restaurant. She killed it. It was all Shannon. She commented to me during the day that she believed women have to do this for each other...that we should actually have a girlfriend on our birthday who makes our dreams come true. I have a feeling she was using my birthday as a teaching tool for her husband too.
Rory didn't get me anything for my birthday. Or a card. (He would argue "a trip to California!") And then our six year anniversary came along and neither of us got anything for the other, not even cards. We ate at Noodles that night because the wait was too long at the restaurant we had chosen and wrapped up the evening taking in the Eastview marching band at their Homecoming game. (it seemed more romantic in my head...cuddled under a blanket, taking in a fall football game. Instead I just ran into a whole lot of kids I used to babysit...)
So we're working on this. My work included making sure this year Rory had the best birthday of his life.
Here's how the day went down:
1. While in the shower, spouse makes you coffee and places a large surprise gift in the middle of the living room floor.
2. You open your gift while drinking your hot brew. What? A nail gun and air compressor? I never even asked for this, and I love it. This is the perfect gift for me right now.
3. Breakfast at Original Pancake House with Ivar and your dad. (I had nothing to do with lining this up, but I like it. You should always try to see your folks on your birthday.)
3. Home to work for the morning, walk down to your desk and find 40 framed pictures of your baby boy all over your desk. You remember having said months ago, "you know what I would love? just tons of pictures of Ivar in my office. I think it would make me so happy."
4. Trip to the Zoo. Meet up with Father-in-law and nieces. Share a spirited conversation.
5. Drop off Ivar with Grandma and Grandpa Harrington for the night.
6. Head to new restaurant in Uptown: Muddy Waters. Take your time getting there, drive down Minihaha Parkway.
7. Visit Sugar, Sugar buying and sampling lots of fancy candy treats for the movies ahead.
8. Drive to The Riverview Theatre and watch Planet of the Apes while stuffing yourselves with candy and popcorn.
9. Stay for the next movie, Crazy Stupid Love. Because you can. Because tickets are just $3 a piece. Because your baby is with grandma and grandpa and this is the first movie you've seen together in nearly a year.
10. Head home for more surprises.
And that, my friends, is one way to celebrate a birthday. And here it is posted in 10 easy steps forever on the internet to serve as a sweet little reference for future birthdays. Like my 31st. Which will be here before you know it.
The next night we had my cousin Kathy over for Rory's Harvest Feast. It was delicous. I made butternut squash soup, Kathy brought an incredible salad and we had a rosemary roast chicken and all of the vegetables from the garden. Happy Birthday, Rory. It is easy to celebrate you.
so busy.
The boy keeps me on my toes. He's really into the kitchen now. He loves standing by the dishwasher, gets a thrill out of opening the tupperware drawers, squeels at the loud noises the stainless steel bowls make when they're thrown on the wood floor. It's a bit louder than usual around here, but also very exciting. I gave him a spatula and showed him how to hit the bowls and collanders and he looked at me like I actually just might be the coolest mom in the world.
fall garden
Rory's garden produced all season long. He just got these carrots out, found all of these potatoes as well as onions. So we're going to roast a chicken and eat all of his garden fresh produce.
I married a doer. He just gets things done. He says he wants to garden, and he builds the raised beds, mixes the soil, plants the seeds and sows the harvest. He says he wants to build a compost, build a rain barrel, build a fence and then he does it. We woke up on Saturday morning and he said, "how about a fire in the backyard?" So we spent our morning sitting by the fire. It was chilly, and Ivar looked like he was going to launch to the moon, but it was a memory made and so much fun.
conversation after church
Rory: Shoot! Was Jack in church today? I needed to talk to him.
Becca: You know. I didn't see him. Lisa was at the Tea table, I saw Maddie in the bathroom, Josie in the nursery and Kyle when we walked in, but I didn't ever see Jack.
Rory: (big frustrated sigh) I need him to tell me how to get past this part of Legend of Zelda.
(moments later)
Rory: Josie, this is Rory. Is Jack there? Where is he? Can I get his cell number?
Rory: "Jack. It's your uncle Rory. Are you on a bus right now? (pause) How did your marching band do? (pause) Jack. I'm stuck in this one room and there is a big spiderweb blocking the door. I can't get through it. I can't cut it and it won't break. Swooshing? With my lantern? Hang on, I'll do it again. Oh yeah! That did it! I'm out!
Becca: You know. I didn't see him. Lisa was at the Tea table, I saw Maddie in the bathroom, Josie in the nursery and Kyle when we walked in, but I didn't ever see Jack.
Rory: (big frustrated sigh) I need him to tell me how to get past this part of Legend of Zelda.
(moments later)
Rory: Josie, this is Rory. Is Jack there? Where is he? Can I get his cell number?
Rory: "Jack. It's your uncle Rory. Are you on a bus right now? (pause) How did your marching band do? (pause) Jack. I'm stuck in this one room and there is a big spiderweb blocking the door. I can't get through it. I can't cut it and it won't break. Swooshing? With my lantern? Hang on, I'll do it again. Oh yeah! That did it! I'm out!
a few of my favorite baby things
I have been wanting to write this post forever. I have been thinking about it since Ivar was born. And after just talking to a friend of Rory's who was trying to process his first trip to Babies R Us to register for their babe-to-be, I decided it was time.
This begins The Baby Gear Post.
I will never forget Rory and my first trip to the big box store that is Babies R Us. I think I've written about it before. It blew our mind: a baby store the size of Best Buy, the size of Borders, the size of the food building at the state fair. How in the world did a baby so tiny, one that was currently doing just fine in my snug little womb, need so much crap? We walked every aisle bewildered. We ended up in the back of the store, me looking at nursery sets, bumpers and quilts while Rory found his respite in the glider rocker, self soothing as he rocked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. We had just entered a land of crazy.
And it sort of really is. Babies all over the world and all throughout history have survived with much less gear. Before Ivar was born I was convinced that we would never bring one of those enormous exosaucers into our house. They are a space suck if there ever was one. We have a sweet little Minneapolis home and there was no way I was going to let something that bulky and obnoxious eat up a quarter of my living room. Well. Turns out we got two. No joke. One for the upstairs and one for the downstairs. I don't see it so much as a space hog anymore as I do a little gift of genius. Ivar loves it, he stays occupied, and when he's in it I know he's not licking the bottom of our shoes. (got one from a friend and one at a garage sale)
All this to say, every item has its season. And somethings you will never need. For sure, you don't need to get it all at once. The day will come when you'll say, "you know what would be handy? a seat I could set Ivar in so he can't move, that would surround him 360 with toys that he can't throw on the floor." And that will be the day you'll give in to the exosaucer.
All this to say, every item has its season. And somethings you will never need. For sure, you don't need to get it all at once. The day will come when you'll say, "you know what would be handy? a seat I could set Ivar in so he can't move, that would surround him 360 with toys that he can't throw on the floor." And that will be the day you'll give in to the exosaucer.
After nearly 12 months of enjoying our little boy, I give you...
Becca's Top Five Favorite Ivar Things:
Becca's Top Five Favorite Ivar Things:
1. Glider Rocker. I've fallen asleep in ours more times than I can count. I love it. Can't imagine mamahood without it.
2. Room Darkening Shades. We got ours from Target (the cheapest brand) and have them hung with Ikea curtain rods that were $1.25 a piece. They are tight against the wall and it means that in the middle of the day I can make Ivar's room dark as night. I swear this has more to do with his happy long naps than anything else.
3. Sleepsacks. Ivar couldn't stand the ones that swaddle with velcro. He wanted his arms by his face. So we got sleeveless sleep sacks and dressed him in a longsleeve onesie. These were my saving grace in the middle of the night. I couldn't handle trying to change his diaper when he was wearing footsie jammies. Trying to wrestle his legs back into the outfit about did me in at 3 am. The sleepsack was a gift from above.
4. Rumble Buns. I thought everyone called it a rumble buns, but I guess I made that name up. The rest of the world calls it a bouncer. Ivar napped in his for the first 8 months of his life. We brought it with us on vacations and he slept better in this than in the pack and play...until he got too heavy and his bottom was bumping the floor.5. Carseat Cover. Ivar's first six months of life were winter. I never put a coat on my son until this fall. I thought this thing was so slick. If it was really cold I'd cover him with a blanket and then cover the seat. And usually he was a whole lot happier in it than he is pictured below :)
If I were to do it all over again:
1. I'd skip the diaper bag. You definitely still need a bag...but the marketed diaper bags seem bulky, have so many pockets and the one we got was so cumbersome. We ended up getting a medium size mail-style bag at Target that has one big section with two side pockets on each end. We love the size. Feels more manageable. Go for gender-neutral...dad ends up carrying it a lot.
2. I wouldn't get the stroller system. We got a grayco something or other with the infant seat that can lock into the stroller. If I were to do it again I would get a stroller frame for when the baby is little (for something like $70) buy the infant carrier and carseat base separate and then get a good running stroller. Those Bob running strollers are really something. (But crazy expensive!!) Not only are the wheels big for a comfy off-road ride, but the visor to block the sun goes all the way down to the babies toes. You can fully cover your baby. I don't know. I'm still on the fence with this one because it's all expensive, but I guess I think it would be worth it...
Looking back, I'm glad I...
1. Returned everything I didn't immediately love. For real, I have no guilt about this. Hope this doesn't offend anyone, but I became well known at Target and Babies R Us making sure that I returned the stuff I didn't think I wanted and buying the stuff I knew I'd love. Babies are expensive and I love that I love everything I kept :)
2. Kept up with thank you notes before Ivar was born. Because wow. The gifts just kept coming. I still am writing notes, but now I'm caught up so I try to write the note immediately as the gift comes in. It is so important to have a running list that is left out so that everything can be written down as the gift is opened. Life gets a little nutty after the baby comes.
That's my two cents. How about you?!! What were/are your Baby-must-haves?
pb smore
I have never liked s'mores. They're too sweet for me. I don't like toasted marshmellow and would rather just eat my hershey chocolate plain and then munch on the graham crackers.
The fact that I don't like smores really wouldn't be that big of a deal to the average person. But I'm in camp ministry. And if you're in camp ministry, you really should like s'mores. This was pointed out to me at the camp I worked at in Nebraska by the returning counselors who were fiercely loyal to the woman whose job I replaced. They found the fact that I didn't like s'mores to be the only evidence they needed to prove that I was never going to measure up. "She doesn't like s'mores" was said as if I had just admitted that I didn't actually like children, people, the outdoors or Jesus. It was virtually a deal breaker.
But something happened this weekend. Jacqueline recommended we put peanut butter on our s'mores. I was intrigued, gave it a whirl and guess what? Not only did I finish my first smore, I made another. I was one of those people who goes back for more! S'more!
It's so good. The peanut butter takes the edge off of the marshmellow and basically it turns the whole thing into a gooey glorified reeces. The s'more you see pictured above? Just made it in the microwave.
The fact that I don't like smores really wouldn't be that big of a deal to the average person. But I'm in camp ministry. And if you're in camp ministry, you really should like s'mores. This was pointed out to me at the camp I worked at in Nebraska by the returning counselors who were fiercely loyal to the woman whose job I replaced. They found the fact that I didn't like s'mores to be the only evidence they needed to prove that I was never going to measure up. "She doesn't like s'mores" was said as if I had just admitted that I didn't actually like children, people, the outdoors or Jesus. It was virtually a deal breaker.
But something happened this weekend. Jacqueline recommended we put peanut butter on our s'mores. I was intrigued, gave it a whirl and guess what? Not only did I finish my first smore, I made another. I was one of those people who goes back for more! S'more!
It's so good. The peanut butter takes the edge off of the marshmellow and basically it turns the whole thing into a gooey glorified reeces. The s'more you see pictured above? Just made it in the microwave.
A North Shore Itinerary
So it has come to my attention that not everyone I know has been to the North Shore. This is crazy pants. What is crazier still is that there are Minnesotans that I know who have not made the trek north. People. You've got to make the trip. In my mind, not visiting Lake Superior and living in Minnesota would be the equivalent of living in California and not ever taking a drive to see the ocean. We're land locked here, and this large body of water is the biggest sea we've got...big and mighty, strong enough to sink the Edmond Fitzgerald. There's a song about it. I used to sing it with my dad.
Anyway, for those of you who are interested and have never been, I've got some favorites to pass along. I think it's important to have a few places to hit on a first trip somewhere. Rory and I went to Door County a few years ago based on rave reviews, but I think we stayed in the wrong place, ate at the wrong restaurants and went at the wrong time of year. It just didn't do it for us. So hopefully these insider tips will help you plan a successful and enjoyable first visit. Pretend I'm that Samantha lady from the Travel Channel who takes you on weekend getaways. I've got three days that will make for a lovely introduction to the North Shore.
Two nights, Three days on The North Shore
(If you can go for three nights, that's really the best but obviously not always an option. And if you can go up midweek, do. It's busier on the weekends.)
Day One:
**Drive to Duluth. You may want exit on Lake Drive and head to Canal Park for a trip to Caribou Coffee and a walk up and down the shoreline to watch the aerial lift bridge go up and down as the huge ships pass under it.
**Take Scenic Route 61 to Two Harbors. On the way, stop at The New Scenic Cafe for their soup/salad/bread special ($9, all homemade).
**Stop at the DQ in Two Harbors. Get a blizzard.
**Unpack, settle in and start the good book you packed. (Cove Point Lodge is our personal favorite, in Beaver Bay)
Day Two:
**Start your morning slowly. Start a fire, read your book some more, drink your hot drink.
**late morning: drive up the shore to Temperance River for some trail hiking, skipping rocks and bouldering. Be sure to collect your favorite rocks along the shore.
**Four miles up the shore is Tofte. The Coho Cafe has great pizza. I'd get a pizza and take it back to Temperance River for a picnic. But that's just me. They also have a really incredible-looking bakery. You might also want to get a sweet something for later.
**Head back to Cove Point for some afternoon swimming/hot tubbing/napping.
**Eat your own supper: sandwiches, chips, soup
**Light the fire and make smores and play games. And be sure to open to the window to listen to those waves pound on the shore.
Day Three:
**Enjoy another lazy morning. This is vacation.
**pack a picnic, pack the car, check out of the hotel and head to Gooseberry Falls
**There is a great interpretive center and awesome trails all around (and on) the falls. beautiful, beautiful beautiful. Take lots of pictures. Be sure to dress your son so he looks like an escaped convict.
**Eat your picnic lunch at the falls.
**In Two Harbors, stop at The Vanilla Bean Cafe and get a few Pasty's to go. They're so good, and about $5 a piece. Put them in your cooler and you'll have supper already planned when you get home. You'll love yourself later!
So plan a trip! Summer (camping!) and Fall are the best times to go, in my opinion. But winter is cozy too with lots of cross country skiing and snow shoeing trails.
Are you sold yet?!! Hope so! Hope you go!
crunchy leaves
We took a long drive up to Tofte and drove into the Superior Forest to look for the "tunnel of maples." The leaves had all fallen off the maples, but it was still beautiful with birch trees. Jackie, Peter and Henry joined us and as you can see, Henry really took to the leaves. Ivar, on the other hand, was not a fan.
the north shore of lake superior
You know that popular backdrop used by JCPenny's in the 70's for their photo shoots? Doesn't it look like we're standing in front of that?!! But we're not. That's the real deal behind us and some serious flash in front of us.
We just spent three nights vacationing on the North Shore and it was wonderful. For me, a vacation is when you don't really have to make a whole lot of decisions. Travel is different...then you are always discovering, always looking for something new. But we've been to the North Shore so many times that we have found our constants. On the North Shore we have rituals: a stop at the Scenic Cafe on our drive from Duluth, a pasty eaten at The Vanilla Bean cafe in Two Harbors, lots of time hiking around on the big boulders by the water, a good book, a trip to Temperance River, Gooseberry Falls and evenings spent lounging in front of the fire.
The leaves were past peak, but obviously still stunning. Made for easy photos that would make lovely postcards. We had friends join us the last two nights with their little baby and we loved having their company. And the weather was amazing. On the verge of almost too hot for a fall trip up north. You know it has to be cold enough for the fire!
We just spent three nights vacationing on the North Shore and it was wonderful. For me, a vacation is when you don't really have to make a whole lot of decisions. Travel is different...then you are always discovering, always looking for something new. But we've been to the North Shore so many times that we have found our constants. On the North Shore we have rituals: a stop at the Scenic Cafe on our drive from Duluth, a pasty eaten at The Vanilla Bean cafe in Two Harbors, lots of time hiking around on the big boulders by the water, a good book, a trip to Temperance River, Gooseberry Falls and evenings spent lounging in front of the fire.
sidekick
I took this picture while canning all of that rhubarb sauce. He was my faithful sidekick that day, very interested in the bubbling pots and pans on all of the burners. And equally interested in the puff snacks I was feeding him to keep him safe and happy in his high chair.
This is Ivar before his teeth came in. I love this boy so much. Can't hardly handle how much I love him. Recently my niece Mara said, "Aunt Bec, Ivar's legs sort of feel like a really soft butt and they even have a crack." (showing me the folds in his thighs.) I confirmed her observation, "Isn't he the best?"
This is Ivar before his teeth came in. I love this boy so much. Can't hardly handle how much I love him. Recently my niece Mara said, "Aunt Bec, Ivar's legs sort of feel like a really soft butt and they even have a crack." (showing me the folds in his thighs.) I confirmed her observation, "Isn't he the best?"
Canning 101, part 2
My grandma just sent the Martin County Living magazine to me. My aunt Louie is on the cover this month for her canning! (Her name is really Mary Lou, hence the nickname. I've never called her Mary a day in my life.) She is the MASTER canner. She has a room in her basement filled with all of her canning: peaches, tomatoes, V8 juice, spaghetti sauce, tomato soup, dill pickles, green bean pickles, beats, lots more...She literally starts sometime in June and cans all throughout the summer and fall. She has a huge garden and spends three months preserving her harvest.
I think this is why I was intimidated by canning. Because Louie goes gangbusters. But now that Rory and I have given it a whirl, it is not as overwhelming. And it turns out that Aunt Covergirl is one handy and well studied resource for canning tips and tricks. Her tomato soup recipe is out of control good...more of a bisque with texture than the thin tomato soup you're used to.
Here are the fruits of my first canning attempts. From Left to Right, Tomato Soup, Rhubarb Sauce, and Spaghetti Sauce. We have 10 jars of soup, 12 jars of rhubarb and 3 jars of spaghetti sauce. Aren't they so pretty?
Just a few reflections from these three successful attempts at canning:
1. Did you know that pureed, raw tomatoes are pink? When we made the spaghetti sauce we were so weirded out by this. Once the mix started cooking it began to turn that bright brilliant red, but for a while it looked...not delicious. It reminded us of when we were in Tanzania and ordered french fries. We were so excited for some comfort food but then the ketchup came and it was hot pink. We couldn't figure out what it was: turns out it was raw tomatoes mushed up. Ketchup in its purest form.
3. You should really use canning salt when a recipe calls for canning salt. Not table salt. And just because you really like salt, you shouldn't add additional table salt before your spaghetti sauce reduces from a kettle full to three pint jars. It was tasty, but I do think we were hypertensive for a week or two.
4. The part of me that really likes color wants to can peaches and pickles to add more color to the shelves where we keep our canning. It would make for such a lovely rainbow.
5. It's more fun to can with a partner. Rory and I canned the Rhubarb and Spaghetti Sauce, Mom worked her magic on the tomato soup.
2 bay leaves
2 large green peppers
I think this is why I was intimidated by canning. Because Louie goes gangbusters. But now that Rory and I have given it a whirl, it is not as overwhelming. And it turns out that Aunt Covergirl is one handy and well studied resource for canning tips and tricks. Her tomato soup recipe is out of control good...more of a bisque with texture than the thin tomato soup you're used to.
Just a few reflections from these three successful attempts at canning:
1. Did you know that pureed, raw tomatoes are pink? When we made the spaghetti sauce we were so weirded out by this. Once the mix started cooking it began to turn that bright brilliant red, but for a while it looked...not delicious. It reminded us of when we were in Tanzania and ordered french fries. We were so excited for some comfort food but then the ketchup came and it was hot pink. We couldn't figure out what it was: turns out it was raw tomatoes mushed up. Ketchup in its purest form.
2. Sharing your cans of goodness with someone is really top honors. You should feel very, very loved if someone gives you a jar of their homemade jelly or a pint of their pickles. These jars become a part of the family and we are keenly aware of the number of jars we have left at any given moment.
4. The part of me that really likes color wants to can peaches and pickles to add more color to the shelves where we keep our canning. It would make for such a lovely rainbow.
5. It's more fun to can with a partner. Rory and I canned the Rhubarb and Spaghetti Sauce, Mom worked her magic on the tomato soup.
Alright. Well that concludes my thoughts on canning. I'll leave you with Aunt Louie's tomato soup recipe. Even if you don't plan on canning, you should give this one a whirl. (though you might want to cut it in half, or quarter it...) It is so good and hearty!
AUNT LOUIE'S TOMATO SOUP
24 cups of tomatoes, chunked2 bay leaves
20 celery stalks
10 large onions2 large green peppers
1 cup flour
1 1/3 cups butter, melted
1/2 cup sugar
8 teaspoons canning salt
Chunk vegetables, cook for 35 minutes. Put through food processor (or blender). Combine remaining ingredients, add to above mixture. Cook for five minutes. Pour into hot jars, process to seal in hot water bath- 15 minutes for pints, 20 minutes for quarts.
Yum and Yum. It's a winner.
canning 101, part 1
I've been sitting on these pictures for quite some time (since June) but have been wanting to post about a new skill we have acquired: canning.
First though, a story. All of this rhubarb came from Mom and Dad Groves. From an enormous rhubarb plant that someone planted on the side of their house without asking their permission. That someone was me. And I did it in haste when we were housesitting for them and my mom brought over a rhubarb plant for my house. Unfortunately we were moving to Alexandria the next day and I didn't have time to drive to Minneapolis to plant it in my own yard. Not wanting it to waste, I decided to dig up my inlaws yard instead.
Heh.
But somehow in the mix of moving, I forgot to tell them that I had dug up their woodchips and planted a large and growing leafy fruit (or vegetable? What is rhubarb?!!). It wasn't until the next year that, while the family was gathered, Mom Groves asked if anyone had any idea where this large plant had come from. And then I remembered that I had forgotten to tell her.
Thankfully she's a good sport and even lets us harvest from the produce-I-planted-without-permission. :)
The jars need to be clean and then really, really hot. Some do this in the dishwasher, but this flat skillet worked like a charm for me with the boiling water steaming up the insides of the jars.
I got this handy mcdandy canning gadget kit from Walmart for $6. Every tool in blue that you see was included (the jar grabber, funnel for filling, magnetic lid majigger, and head space measure thingy)
Meanwhile, the lids need to be simmering so they are hot and ready to seal.
Using the funnel you fill your hot jar with your hot food to be canned. Each recipe will tell you how much "head space" to leave. Most of the time it's just 1/2 inch of air at the top.
This magnetic grabber is similar to that fishing game where you have a magnetic pole and try to catch the plastic chomping fish who open and close their mouths as they circle round and round. It's good to find the grown up version of toys you love.
Then you wipe the rim, ensuring no food got in the seal, and screw down the ring (which is not hot so your fingers will not get burned.
You put your cans in the water, making sure they are covered by at least one inch of water. Each recipe tells you how long to boil them, how long to let them rest without any heat. Then you take them out of the water, set them on a towel and wait for the sweetest sound of your life.
The ping of success.
Each jar's lid will ping if it has been sealed correctly. When I first got instructions on how to do this my Aunt Annie said you'll keep track of how many pings you hear. I didn't believe her. How would I keep count of all 12 cans if some of them ping right away and others not for an hour or so?
But guess what? You do. Because they are like your little babies now, and you're proud of them and somehow you do keep count all night long and you say excited things to your husband when he comes in the house like, "We've got NINE pings!"
Of course, if you do lose count, you can also check them. If the lid clicks up and down then it didn't ping (which means it didn't seal properly) and then should be eaten within the next few days. But so far, I've heard that sweet sound for every jar I've canned.
I think the greatest trick is this: don't be afraid of canning in small batches. I have canned three times this summer/fall and none of it felt overwhelming. My Aunt Louie cans enough to feed Martin County, and I may get there. Hennepin County has a lot of mouths to feed though, so it might take some time. But until then, as a newbie, start small. It's still seriously satisfying.
Secondly, the bigger challenge in canning is that you are basically prepping a whole recipe AND THEN going through the process of canning. I think it might be smart to split it into two days. Make your sauce and then reheat it the next day for the canning. It's the cooking and canning in the same day that makes it a process. Either task on its own is not that huge of a deal.
Hope you're enlightened. We are so fortunate to have a grocery store with all the canned goods we could ever want. Can you imagine our grandmothers canning to ensure enough food for the winter?!! Now that would be stressful! But this is fun and empowering. Give it a whirl sometime.
First though, a story. All of this rhubarb came from Mom and Dad Groves. From an enormous rhubarb plant that someone planted on the side of their house without asking their permission. That someone was me. And I did it in haste when we were housesitting for them and my mom brought over a rhubarb plant for my house. Unfortunately we were moving to Alexandria the next day and I didn't have time to drive to Minneapolis to plant it in my own yard. Not wanting it to waste, I decided to dig up my inlaws yard instead.
Heh.
But somehow in the mix of moving, I forgot to tell them that I had dug up their woodchips and planted a large and growing leafy fruit (or vegetable? What is rhubarb?!!). It wasn't until the next year that, while the family was gathered, Mom Groves asked if anyone had any idea where this large plant had come from. And then I remembered that I had forgotten to tell her.
Thankfully she's a good sport and even lets us harvest from the produce-I-planted-without-permission. :)
Now you'd be surprised. Canning is not all that tricky. My bff Heidi let me in on this secret. In my head canning was a huge process that required hours and hours, patience and precision. And maybe this is still all true, but its just not all that complicated. It is a process, and it does require some patience and it does take time, but it's not really super hard.
Don't count on the following as a complete tutorial. If you're looking for the nitty gritty I'd recommend the Getting Started Guide on the Ball fresh preserving site. It's got pictures and spells out each step in great detail.
But in an effort to debunk the difficulty of canning, let me show you my pictures.
First, you don't need a huge kitchen to can. It might be nice, but it's not necessary. It is necessary that keep everything organized though. As is true with everything, it's more fun and less stressful if you have a nice system in place.
I got this handy mcdandy canning gadget kit from Walmart for $6. Every tool in blue that you see was included (the jar grabber, funnel for filling, magnetic lid majigger, and head space measure thingy)
Meanwhile, the lids need to be simmering so they are hot and ready to seal.
Using the funnel you fill your hot jar with your hot food to be canned. Each recipe will tell you how much "head space" to leave. Most of the time it's just 1/2 inch of air at the top.
This magnetic grabber is similar to that fishing game where you have a magnetic pole and try to catch the plastic chomping fish who open and close their mouths as they circle round and round. It's good to find the grown up version of toys you love.
Then you wipe the rim, ensuring no food got in the seal, and screw down the ring (which is not hot so your fingers will not get burned.
You put your cans in the water, making sure they are covered by at least one inch of water. Each recipe tells you how long to boil them, how long to let them rest without any heat. Then you take them out of the water, set them on a towel and wait for the sweetest sound of your life.
The ping of success.
Each jar's lid will ping if it has been sealed correctly. When I first got instructions on how to do this my Aunt Annie said you'll keep track of how many pings you hear. I didn't believe her. How would I keep count of all 12 cans if some of them ping right away and others not for an hour or so?
But guess what? You do. Because they are like your little babies now, and you're proud of them and somehow you do keep count all night long and you say excited things to your husband when he comes in the house like, "We've got NINE pings!"
Of course, if you do lose count, you can also check them. If the lid clicks up and down then it didn't ping (which means it didn't seal properly) and then should be eaten within the next few days. But so far, I've heard that sweet sound for every jar I've canned.
I think the greatest trick is this: don't be afraid of canning in small batches. I have canned three times this summer/fall and none of it felt overwhelming. My Aunt Louie cans enough to feed Martin County, and I may get there. Hennepin County has a lot of mouths to feed though, so it might take some time. But until then, as a newbie, start small. It's still seriously satisfying.
Secondly, the bigger challenge in canning is that you are basically prepping a whole recipe AND THEN going through the process of canning. I think it might be smart to split it into two days. Make your sauce and then reheat it the next day for the canning. It's the cooking and canning in the same day that makes it a process. Either task on its own is not that huge of a deal.
Hope you're enlightened. We are so fortunate to have a grocery store with all the canned goods we could ever want. Can you imagine our grandmothers canning to ensure enough food for the winter?!! Now that would be stressful! But this is fun and empowering. Give it a whirl sometime.
a big catch up
Rory and Ivar dressed alike for church yesterday. It was adorable. And then when we got to church, Rory's dad was wearing the exact same thing. There were pictures taken on phones, but my camera was out of battery (you've got to be kidding!). You'll have to trust me, it was even more adorable.
I also got a picture taken yesterday because this is the last time you'll see me in this sweet little dress. The zipper broke while I put it on, and I was stuck in it until later in the afternoon when Rory used a pliers and a whole lot of brute force to force the zipper back down. It was a cute dress, but it's time to turn it into a pillow or something now...
So October! I am ready for you! I am ready to slow down my life a bit, rake some leaves, decorate with lots of pumpkins and prepare for the blow-out party of the year: Ivar's first birthday. How on earth does a year fly by so fast? Not sure. Motherhood is like finding that there actually is a warp speed.Each week of September I had some sort of speaking engagement. It felt great to get back in the game. I spoke two Wednesday nights at Cedar Valley on Living your life as a good story, and it turned out really neat. The talks were loosely based on Donald Miller's book A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, which I really, really love. But as I worked on the material and the stories I would tell and the writing prompts I would assign the talk really became my own. It felt good and I was grateful for the opportunity.
I also went with my folks to Shepherd of the Valley's senior retreat at Camp Wapo. Ivar came along and charmed the socks off of everyone, as he does, and also brought the median age down by decades.
I decided to speak on Heaven at the senior retreat and what we know of Heaven based on Scripture and personal stories of walking with a loved one to death's door. There were stories shared in that room of sitting beside a loved one...a parent, a sister, and for some a child, as they breathed their last breath. These stories made every hair stand up on end, telling of a holiness that is beyond our comprehension. There were lots and lots of tears shed, and a sweet remembrance came over the room: we really are eternal beings. Heaven is our actual home.
When that talk was over Rory called to hear how it went. The words, "so good" or "great" didn't fit at all. All I could say was, "full. It was so full." The moment felt thick with the Holy Spirit, like the peace of God filled all of our hearts for the very same hour. It was a moment of community and stories that I never ever want to forget.
And then last week I had a board meeting for Mount Carmel Family Bible Camp. This wasn't a speaking gig, but I am finding that serving on this board takes up just as much mental mind space! We are in the midst of calling a new executive director and have a huge transition ahead. I have spent much time praying, writing, worrying and then praying some more as we proceed to call such an important servant to fill this position at Mount Carmel.
So folks, that's where I've been. I've missed this blog a lot. I use this space as a life diary and baby book of sorts, so to fall behind is like a triple guilt trip: baby book, journaling and blog slacking all rolled into one.
It's good to be back.
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