My Momma Must-Haves

It’s been quite a hiatus for me in the blogging realm of my life, but for a very good reason:

This lil duckling has become the center my life since we first found out he was coming our way back in August. He’s now 8 weeks old and has so much personality, he can do so many things on his own now (I swear he’s about to crawl away every time we do “tummy time”), and every day is such a blessing to spend with him. All we do is play, snuggle, take walks, and nap, and nothing else gets done – it’s hard to account for our time at the end of each day – and fortunately thats ok with the hubby! I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So, he’s now napping, and I have my chance to jot some things down I’ve been thinking about sharing. I know a lot of new moms and mommies-to-be right now (the summer must have been super fertile in 2012), and there are a few products that have gotten me through my pregnancy and the first month of my baby’s life that I want every mom to know about.

1) Skinny Girl Mommy Belly Butter – This stuff kept belly stretch marks away (I have absolutely none) and smells DIVINE, like vanilla frosting!

2) Miracle Blanket – My little one sleeps so much better at night when he’s swaddled, but he still likes to move those limbs like crazy and is a little Houdini for even an expert’s swaddle. This swaddler is wonderful because it snuggles our little guy into the sweetest little pea pod without messing with velcro or zippers or anything that is difficult when you’re sleep deprived, and there’s no chance of him escaping. I am so grateful to my cousin, Jessica, for sending these to me. She said they’d be my best friend, and she was so right!

3) Baby Aquaphor – I use Aquaphor to treat any weird skin thing – itchy, sunburnt, rashy, etc. – so I did not hesitate to buy the baby version of the product, knowing it would come in handy for all those sensitive skin issues that babies so often develop. Little did I know that it would work like a dream on diaper rash, even better than the max strength Desitin. And even better – no white gunk under your nails or weird white smears that inevitably find their way onto the the surface you least want it (your outfit as you are ready to leave the house, your baby’s outfit as you’re ready to leave the house, your changing pad, all of the above simultaneously…). I’m telling ya, it’s spectacular.

4) Gentle Giraffe Sound Machine– Our little guy is going through a nightly routine of evading sleep and fussing like crazy, with no end in sight most nights. We received this giraffe (also comes in other animals) as a gift and hadn’t used it yet. I thought it would help when we are starting more routine naps, but one night, we were at our wits end. Baby had been fed, changed, swaddled, pacified, rocked, fed again, on and on, and nothing was making him happy. We finally broke out the giraffe, turned on the sleep sound (sounds resembling those you’d hear in the womb), and our little man’s eyes have never closed so fast. Simon, as we fondly refer to our giraffe, is now an official member of our family.

5) Play Gym – My guy does not stop moving when he’s awake. The arms and legs just flail around as if he’s just waiting for something to come in his path that he can hit and/or kick. He just LOVES “going to the gym,” as I call it, where he gives sweet little froggy and puppy rattles a whack, kicks some dangling shapes, pulls on the links with all his might, and stares at himself in the attached mirror. He loves tummy time on the mat, and is captivated by the musical, light-up star that is fixed above his head. What’s even better is that little man can play peacefully by himself, while I race around the house to see how much I can get accomplished before he starts to think I abandoned him and throws a fit. It’s a fun game we play. Funny how that time seems like a good half hour, when in reality, it’s probably only 5 minutes. I never knew I could be so efficient.

6) Trader Joe’s Granola Bars – Really, any hand-held food. I never imagined how difficult it would be to eat with a newborn! The Sweet, Savory, and Tart Trail Mix Granola Bars from TJ’s were my snack of choice to bring to the hospital (thank God I did, because I was famished during those 2 am feedings), and I lived on them for breakfast for the weeks that followed. They have everything you need – protein, carbs, healthy fats, and chocolate!

7) Pandora – Specifically the Baby Einstein and Lullaby channels. Such a great mix of songs to play for babies, and a far better alternative to having the tv on in the background during playtime. The Baby Einstein channel has everything from motown to instrumental versions of classic rock (Rockabye Baby albums are great!), like “Sweet Child of Mine” and “Don’t Stop Believing,” to sing-a-long songs. And commercials seem like adult interaction! The Lullaby channel has classical music, sweet bedtime songs, and popular slow songs (Adele! Ellie Goulding! Elvis!).

8) Witch Hazel Pads – A post-partum life saver. Without getting too graphic, these friends soothed the parts that got abused and repaired during childbirth. An absolute must-have; ask for extras when you get discharged from the hospital. I used 2 whole containers of them.

9) Soma “Cool Nights” PJs – These are the SOFTEST pjs ever. One of my patients at work recommended them to me a year ago, and I am so glad she did. I asked specifically for Soma PJs for Christmas for the sole purpose of bringing them to the hospital for little guy’s birth. Button down PJ tops are the best for those frequent and late night feedings. I lived in them, and I’m not ashamed to say this, for 3 days straight. Nothing was more comfy. If you can’t get Soma specifically, Target has similar soft/stretchy pjs. Just get something soft, baggy, cute, and cozy.

10) Resolve Spray ‘n’ Wash – Who knew breastfed baby blowouts could ruin clothes so quickly?! I knew about blowouts, but I didn’t know that mustard stuff could leave its lovely color long after a wash. Fortunately, I discovered the wonder of Spray ‘n’ Wash – it works like a charm. I don’t even follow the directions entirely, I just rinse off the yuck, soak the area with the spray, and let dry until the next load of laundry goes in. No remaining yellow evidence can be found after the wash!

11) Arm and Hammer Diaper Pail – With respect to those yucky blowouts, this bad boy is a dream. Some people say, “Why not just empty the trash every night? Why not just get a normal trash can that has a heavy lid?” BECAUSE this thing seals in the stink like a pro. I am a huge fan of Arm and Hammer products, especially the laundry detergent and deodorant, so I chose this over the Diaper Genie. The great thing is that every time you close the lid, the bag of diapers is “churned” as I like to call it, twisted to seal off the bag so the odor is locked in. When it’s time to change the bag, the top end clicks together to seal in the stink, so your trash doesn’t even smell like a baby lives there. Brilliant! I even saw, on Pinterest, a way to make up your own bags to save money (though the bags aren’t too expensive and well-worth the money for a happy smelling house!).

12) A loving, helpful husband – I couldn’t have survived the last 8 weeks + 9 months without him. He has been incredibly helpful, encouraging, understanding, entertaining, and selfless, among so many other great qualities. I could go on and on, but just know that if your husband is anything like mine, you’ll be impressed at how wonderful he’ll be during the pregnancy, birth, and recovery, and it will be a true joy to watch him as a father. You, like me, will thank God that He led you to such an amazing man and that the two of you could make such a beautiful miracle in your little baby. Our lives are truly blessed!

*{I also couldn’t have survived without my parents, his parents, our siblings, and the countless family and friends who helped us get through the pregnancy and the first few weeks after little man arrived!}

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I could write a novel about all the funny anecdotes, advice I’ve learned both from trusted mothers and first-hand, and more experiences about my new adventures in mommyhood. It’s been such an amazing journey, such a joy to see God’s handiwork and experience a whole new kind of love I never imagined possible. I’m just trying to soak it all in before all these sweet moments are just memories, keeping in mind this quote from one of my favorite songs: “by the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone.” Here’s to making the most of this summer and experiencing childlike wonder all over again!

Nomenclature (-or- A bit of a personal tangent)

You may be wondering why this home and cooking blog is entitled Ducks in a Row. Why not something like Design and Dishes by Deanne? Or something maybe a little less cheesy than that, but obviously with an alliteration (I loves me a good alliteration). Here’s the story (apologies for the super long post):It’s a Pitlyk Family tradition to designate one’s house as a Pitlyk house by displaying concrete ducks in the front yard. This dates back around 100 years, and such ducks have since been made from the same 100-year-old concrete duck mold by my grandpa. When I had friends over to my house growing up, I would always tell them to look for the ducks in the yard. It was an easy marker of a fun and fabulous household (if you know a Pitlyk, you know good times are to be had in their presence). When the hubby and I bought our first house, my dad took the initiative to gift us with our very own set of Pitlyk ducks, making us the first grandchildren to have them (he was very proud that we were going to carry on the tradition). He borrowed the antiquated mold from my grandpa and tirelessly worked to pour and shape the concrete, let it harden, and paint the his masterpieces for us. It was part of our housewarming gift from my parents, and I was elated to find the perfect spot for the ducks in the front yard. I tested several spots and duck formations before settling on aligning them right in front of our porch for all to clearly see. My neighbors must have thought I was off my rocker. They also probably thought we were the type of patient to adorn our lawns with gnomes, flamingos, and the like. Nay, OUR lawn ducks are classy and timeless.

Now what does this all have to do with my blog?

When thinking about my blog, I knew I wanted to write about cooking and baking and crafting and home renovating, common themes in the blog-o-sphere. But, true to my nature, I had to find a way to set my blog apart from the rest.

In all aspects of my life, from school projects to extra-curriculars to packing for vacations to planning a wedding to buying someone a birthday gift, I have always, ALWAYS planned, organized, and meticulously worked to insure that I had all my ducks in a row (let’s not even get into dating…). All my moves were careful and well-thought out. I may have been in my head too much, but I enjoyed having my life in order, goals in mind, and a plan to achieve them. And to truly have my ducks in their said row, there must always have been some sort of special flair added. This usually involved staying up until the wee hours of the night to bedazzle a project display, make props or themed baked goods to share for a presentation, or to travel to 7 different stores to find just the right coordinating bracelet to match the outfit I bought my mom for her birthday – always lots of stress, but always, ALWAYS worth it. You can tell from my recipes/projects/tangents that the details make a difference in my book.

         

Now, I have new types of ducks to line up. Life as a big girl. A new home and marriage, work, church, family, friends, hobbies… Aligning the major aspects to my life requires a special kind of skill set, one that I am constantly evolving. No longer is it school first, everything else second (well, for now). It’s a mesh and a blend of everything I hold dear. As my life evolves, and I accomplish my dreams, big and small, I know keeping those little duckies all in order will take a lot of patience and a lot of balance.

Balance.

One thing I have always worked at. Turns out, when you come with a Type A personality, you sort of dive right into a lot of things and other things, like relaxation, exploring hobbies, spontaneity, etc. go by the wayside. Not to say that, in the pinnacle of my Type A days, I abandoned my family, friends, and general happiness. I just may have burnt myself out on the things that were temporary. My new intent, as part of getting my ducks in a row (sorry, metaphorical overuse), is to be consistently aware of what is truly important and what makes me happy. Lately, those things include family time, being cozy in and enjoying our home, cooking/baking/crafting per usual, church involvement, exercising,  reading (I know some of you are shocked), and just being in the present. I am at a much-needed limbo phase of my life right now, and I am soaking it up. I’ve heard from a lot of people close to me, especially my mom, that I seem truly happy and entirely myself these days, which is absolutely true. I’m finding the balance I’ve always needed. Thank goodness I don’t have kids yet. Who knew balance would be so difficult to attain when you’re just in charge of yourself (and occasionally your spouse).

 

Fast forward to next August, when I’ll be telling you a whole new story. Word on the street is that PA school will knock one’s socks off, and not necessarily in a good way. I look forward to the challenge of surviving (and succeeding) in school, while still finding time to do the things I love and enjoy the company of the people I love. And I’ll DEFINITELY be doing a lot of stress baking, so you can look forward to all those recipes!

 

So there you have it. A little off topic, a little on a tangent, but now you know where the literal and figurative ducks’ history lies. For all intensive blogging purposes, I’ll try to stick to the more poignant subjects: cookies, curtains, crocheted scarves, and all things cozy, but don’t be surprised if you stumble upon a few posts here and there about surviving the demands of a master’s level program while trying to satisfy an insatiable need to be a 20-something Martha Stewart. This could get hilarious; can you imagine, accidentally packing my cookbooks to class instead of my pharm textbook or dissecting my chicken before I roast it?

Ok, I may have already done the latter… so maybe this balance business is innate and won’t be so difficult after all.

Just like Grandma’s…

Raise your hand if you’ve seen this out on the counter for dinner:

Leftovers. Sometimes that’s a disappointing sight, but depending on the contents of that saran-wrapped vessel, it can be quite a little treat, no? Chili, for example, is an excellent option in leftover land. As is Christmas ham. Thanksgiving turkey. Rum cake (trust me). And, of course, grandma’s meatloaf.

My grandma, Marie, makes THE BEST meatloaf. She has a number of homemade specialties that only she can execute correctly: meatloaf, stuffed pork chops, Thanksgiving stuffing, green beans with ham hocks, chicken noodle soup (you know it’s good when it turns to jello in the fridge from all the fat), mostaccioli, pineapple upside down cake that could turn you diabetic with just a bite. All amazing, and all only perfect if SHE makes them. Of course, her recipes are memorized and undefined, a little this, a little that, so to recreate them would involve video taping her while making each dish and typing a manuscript from the tapes. I might have to do it some day soon. It would be worth the effort.

She lived with my family from the time I was a baby until the time I entered high school, and on days where my mom was out of town (i.e. no one to cook) or just days she felt like treating us, we’d feast on these old-fashioned, stick-to-your ribs recipes. The kind that you see in “Leave it to Beaver.” The kind that always involved corn mixed into your mashed potatoes and 7 servings of green beans. So. Good. Now, she doesn’t cook as much because she lives in a retirement home that serves her meals (of which she highly disapproves – “They put fancy things like ‘chicken cordon bleu’ on the menu… why can’t they just say chicken with ham and cheese? Their soup is too salty, and no one wants quiche as a lunch option 4 times a week!”), but she still whips out the good stuff on holidays and special occasions.

Fortunately, I’ve gotten close to mimicking Grandma’s meatloaf recipe, and I even managed to lighten it up in doing so. I omitted the eggs and used ground turkey instead of ground beef to reduce the fat and cholesterol. The bones of the recipe are the same, which is actually quite healthy.  Yes, I know meatloaf is not a novel or glamorous recipe, but its one of those salt of the earth recipes that everyone should know how to make and should serve to their families from time to time. It’s humble, American, comforting, and so, so delicious.

(*note* Sorry there are no pictures from the preparation phase of this recipe… I made it quickly for myself last night and was so amazed with how it turned out that I just snapped some shots of my leftovers for lunch today. That’s how meatloaf is meant to be eaten anyway, right? I knew you’d understand.)

Just like Grandma’s Meatloaf

1 Tb. olive oil

1/2 c. chopped yellow onion

1 1/2 ribs celery, finely chopped

1 lb. ground turkey

1/2 c. oats

1/8-1/4 c. bread crumbs (start with a little bit at first, then add more to combine)

1 Tb. dried parsley

1/3 c. ketchup, plus more garnish and for dipping

1 1/2 Tb. Worchestershire sauce

2 Tb. milk

1/4 tsp. onion powder

1/4 tsp. garlic powder

pinch of salt

pinch of fresh cracked pepper

1. Preheat oven to 375°F. Spray loaf pan with nonstick cooking spray.

2. Sautee the onion and celery in the olive oil until the veggies are soft and the onions begin to become translucent.

3. In a medium bowl, combine all ingredients, including the onions and celery, until all are well-incorporated. Go easy with the bread crumbs, using the 1/8 cup first and adding more as you go. You just want the mixture to combine like dough and not crumble or be too soggy.

4. Shape mixture in loaf pan. In hindsight, I should have used my mini, individual serving loaf pans, because it would provide more surface area to obtain the crispy edges that I enjoy so much. Personal preference. Drizzle ketchup on top (I like just a little, but you can slather that baby to whatever extent tickles your fancy). Bake at 375° for 35 minutes, or until no longer pink throughout.

5. This must be eaten the only way meatloaf is meant to be eaten: hot with cold ketchup. Not chili sauce. Not tabasco. COLD KETCHUP. It’s classic and timeless, just like a lovely strand of pearls or a vintage sports car.

Let me tell you guys. This stuff is GOOD. No one will know how healthy it is, too. Not even my dad, who is a skeptic when it comes to healthy ingredient substitution. I may have contributed to his cynicism – I once presented my family with a low-fat banana bread made with yogurt that imploded before his eyes. Now, with everything I cook, he reminds me not to use “any funny ingredients.”  I bet I can get this one past him, AND get Grandma’s seal of approval.

A Wintery Mix: Buffalo Chicken Soup AND Beer Bread!

While I was working the night shift Wednesday night, this happened.

Despite the horrendous traffic problems that ensued as a result of this winter wonderland, I was elated. I had the day off and have been itching to whip up some soul-warming soups. In my quest for inspiration, I found a stand out pin on my Pinterest recipe board. Leave it to BHG to satisfy my needs.

 

Upon further investigation, I realized that this recipe is chock full of cup upon cup of ooey gooey cheese. Sounds spectacular, right? Right. But still, I would hate to sabotage our healthy eating habits if I can prevent it. I’d seriously lose sleep over it. Eater’s remorse. You all know what I’m talking about.

So. I got resourceful. I kept the bones of the recipe, but toned it up where I could. Let me tell ya, you’d never know that this was lightened up. I think it’s partially because you’re distracted by the perfecly executed spice and creaminess of the beloved buffalo chicken dip, but with a nice crunch of good-for-you-veggies. It’s rich and filling like a typical cream-based soup, but you’ll have no eater’s remorse knowing that it’s lightened up. Plus, spicy foods speed your metabolism, so it has that going for it too. The hubs and I had this for dinner, and we each were fully satisfied with 1 bowl and a generous slice of beer bread (more on that later).

What else can I say? It hit the spot on a frigid, slushy, wintery night. A tall order that this soup met, and with flying colors at that.

Buffalo Chicken Soup

(please don’t be intimidated by the list of ingredients… it’s super easy, and these were all ingredients I had on hand – you probably do too!)

adapted from Better Homes and Gardens

 

3 boneless, skinless chicken breasts

olive oil

1/2 tsp. garlic powder

1/4 tsp. chili powder

1/8 tsp. smokey paprika

salt and pepper

1 c. celery, chopped (I used 3 stalks)

1 c. carrots, diced (I used 3 carrots)

1/2 medium white onion, diced

1/2 green bell pepper, diced

2- 14 oz. cans low sodium stock (I used chicken, but take your pick OR use homemade)

1.5 c. skim milk

3+ tsp. hot sauce (I used WAY more than that!)

1/4 c. grated parmesan cheese

1 c. shredded low-fat colby jack cheese (or cheddar, mozzerella, bleu cheese, or a combination of them!)

3-4 tbsp. Neufchatel cheese (it’s low-fat, skim-based cream cheese)

2 tbsp. butter

1/3 c. all purpose flour

1. Preheat oven to 400° F. In a small bowl, combine 1.5 tsp. olive oil with garlic powder, chili powder, paprika, salt, and pepper to make a rub. Distribute rub evenly among raw chicken breasts and coat each. Place seasoned chicken breasts in a small pan and roast in oven for 35 minutes or until cooked through and tender. Allow to cool, and shred into small pieces.

2. While chicken roasts, in a large stock pot, drizzle 2-3 tbsp. olive oil and add the carrots, celery, onion, and green pepper. Cook on medium heat until the onions soften and start to become translucent.

3. Add broth, milk, and hot sauce to stock pot, and stir. Mix in cheeses and stir until melted. Add shredded chicken, and stir.

4. In a separate saucepan, melt 2 tbsp. butter with 1 tbsp. olive oil over medium heat. Add 1/3 cup flour and stir constantly, making a roux-like paste. Stir until lightly browned and thickened. Spoon some of the liquid from the large stock pot into the roux to temper it, then add the roux to the stock pot, tablespoon by tablespoon. Stir briskly to prevent lumps – this should thicken the soup considerably.

This is tricky for some people, so here are some pictures to help:

     Pre-roux (watery)               Roux ingredients                   Roux’s ready!                  Much thicker!

5. Taste and add more hot sauce as needed. Apparently I needed a lot.

**Garnish with: a dab of ranch dressing, a drizzle of more hot sauce, and a sprinkle of colby jack cheese!

Of  course, this soup would not be compete without something with which you could absorb the very last bit of cheesy, spicy goodness. The second I decided to make this soup, I knew I HAD to make beer bread. It seemed like a perfect fit. I found this happy little recipe that you should check out at Tasty Kitchen (a spectacular site for recipe hunting).

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I basically followed the recipe as written, but I added some parsley and chives to the batter and used a Sam Adam’s Old Fezziwig Ale because I wanted a deeper beer flavor that I couldn’t get from a lite beer. I also really liked that particular beer’s name.

Fezz-i-wig.

Enjoy this delightful wintery mix of cozy comfort foods, and fair warning, you will probably want to double, triple, or quadruple the recipe. It’s that good.

World Series Madness!

I don’t know if you heard, but the Cardinals and the Rangers are going to duke it out in game 7 of the World Series tonight.

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As a life-long St. Louisan, I have to take part in the festivities. Though my one true love of the sports world is football, and it takes me every ounce of effort to sit through all 9 innings of baseball, I’ve got to have team spirit and represent the STL. It’s part of my livelihood to be spirited. In fact, I was voted “Most School Spirited” in high school, an honor in which I take great pride. Is it bad that I still brag about that, now 6 years later? I hope not because I think it’s awesome. In fact, here is one of my award-winning ensembles for one of the spirit days. I find it rather pertinent:

Don’t make fun of me (well you have permission to make fun of the face I’m making in the second photo). That outfit won me free Homecoming tickets that year. I never had to buy tickets for any dances in high school, in fact, and it wasn’t because my dates bought them. Because I never had dates. Not because of these outfits though. By choice. Why am I defending myself?

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So. How do I take part in the baseball craziness if I’m not a huge fan of Americas Past-time? The only way I celebrate anything. I bake.

I actually made these red and white delights during game 5, when our dear friend Kyle was over. The boys were playing pool in the basement, and I was strategically trying to kill a few innings worth of time. I wanted to make celebratory Cardinals cookies, obviously ones that were red and white. What are good red and white combinations?

Cherries and white chocolate.

I scoured Pinterest for the perfect white chocolate cherry concoction, and came across a lightened up version of a Paula Deen recipe. Plus, they had oats, which are proven to lower one’s cholesterol, so even though a lightened Paula recipe is still equivalent to the butteriest, sugariest recipe ever, at least the fiber in the cookies can help whisk away all that bad stuff.

This is how I apply my Nutrition degree.

So, if you have time before the game, whip up a batch of these scrumptious nuggets of Cardinal Cheer!

White Chocolate Cherry Oat Cookies (Or Cardinal Cookies) (Or Rally Squirrel Delights)

adapted from Bobby Deen’s Recipe

1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 cup oats
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 cup white sugar
1/4 cup packed brown sugar
4 Tb. butter, softened
1 large egg
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup plus 2 Tb. white chocolate chips
1/4 cup maraschino cherries, cut into quarters  (may also use dried cherries or candied cherries)
1. Preheat the oven to 375°F.

2. In a large bowl, cream white and brown sugars and butter until light and fluffy. Mix in egg and vanilla until combined.

3. Gradually beat in flour, salt, and baking soda until well mixed. Add oats, combine.

4. Fold in 1/4 cup of the white chocolate and cherries until just mixed.

5. Drop by rounded tablespoons onto greased baking sheet (I use a Crate and Barrel silicone baking mat inside my pans, which is AMAZING for baking!), two inches apart.

6. Bake until golden and the white chocolate is melty, 12-15 minutes, rotating the baking sheets halfway through.

7. Let cool. Meanwhile, melt remaining 2 Tb. of white chocolate chips. Drizzle over cookies and let cool. Bet when still a bit warm so the chocolate is still melty!

8. Enjoy and GO CARDS!

“Opa!” Burgers

Sometimes things just pop into my head, and until I carry out that thought or task or whatever it may be, it will not escape my mind. Earlier this week, I was searching for something new to make for dinner and came up with an idea for Greek turkey burgers. I went to the store to get pita, feta, and other miscellaneous Greek-sounding things, gung-ho and ready to whip these bad boys up. But then, I came home, and hubby had taken it upon himself to defrost some chicken. My bubble was officially busted. While it was awesome that he took initiative to cook dinner, I couldn’t help but daydream of an overstuffed pita full of yumminess all week long.

Today, I got some peace of mind. And it was SO delicious.

You know you cook something spectacular when your husband, after one bite, says, with a mouthful, “ohhhhmmmmnnnhhhnnmmmmmm,” or something to that effect, which I interpreted as a caveman-esque way of saying, “wow this is good, great job honey!” Sort of the Tim-the-Toolman-Taylor version of “yum.”

You know what I mean? No? Let me enlighten you.

Yes, I grew up in the 90’s.

Back to the burgers.

These are healthy, delicious, and a nice break from the usual cheeseburger. Plus, anything inside grilled pita makes my heart smile.

“Opa!” Greek Turkey Burgers

1 lb. ground turkey, thawed

1/4 c. pimento-stuffed green olives, finely chopped

1/4 c. crumbled feta cheese

4 halves of pita pocket bread

1/3 tsp. oregano

1/3 tsp. parsley

1/4 tsp. garlic powder

1/4 tsp. onion powder

dash of dill

dash of tarragon

salt and pepper to taste

Garnishes: hummus, sour cream, thinly sliced tomatoes, thinly sliced cucumber, lettuce, etc.

Preheat grill.

1. Combine turkey, olives, feta, and spices with hands until well mixed. Feta will still be chunky, but that’s what makes these burgers so delicious!

2. Evenly divide mixture into 4 equal parts. Pack into patties and grill for around 5 minutes on each side or until cooked through.

3. Grill pita for 1 minute on each side or until lightly toasted.

4. Spread a thin layer of hummus inside each pita pocket, then top with a thin layer of sour cream.

5. Stuff each pocket with cooked turkey burger and garnish with tomatoes and cucumber. Serve with your favorite summery side dishes!

DO YOU SEE THAT YUMMY CHUNK OF FETA? Yea, they’re that good.

I ate mine so fast and forgot to pay my sides any attention. They had to wait until I wrote this spectacular recipe down. Enjoy!

A Poll! Open House Party?

Now that the house is shaping up and we’re getting our act together, AND the temperatures have broken 100 degrees for more than a day, it is finally time for us to show our house off! I’ve been thinking about having an open house in September, an opportunity for family, friends, and new neighbors to come over, hang out, eat good food, play games, and see all the things we’ve done to our abode.
Here’s where I’m stuck. What kind of party do I want this to be? Of course I have to have a theme, or at least a general direction for the party. I’m cheesy like that. So, I’ve come up with a few options for you to consider:
1) Post-Game Tailgate

We all know how I am an ENORMOUS Mizzou fan, so my initial idea was to center a party around a televised Mizzou game. Then, I realized… we don’t have cable. So the next logical idea is to have the post-game party at our house! Tailgate food, yard games, and lots of fun and friends. I could even put on awesome football movies in the background. …OR…

2) Ice Cream Social

Who doesn’t love ice cream and the fun of making your own giant sundae? Thanks to BHG for the idea (and bascially all the inspiration for my house)There would be a frosty buffet of a million different ice cream/sorbet/sherbet flavors and even more creative and delicious toppings. Plus yard games and board games and other fun things. …OR…

3) Fall Fest

I’m thinking caramel apples, seasonal beer, a gourmet hot dog bar,  a fire pit, s’mores, oh, so many good ideas. Fall is definitely a favorite among my friends and this would be a great, festive way to kick off the season. And, of course, fun and games for all. …OR…

4) Cocktails and Cookies (Milk and Cookies for the lil ones)

I’ve done a dessert bar before, and it seems to be a hit. Plus, it’s fun to make a million different kinds of cookies – good practice for Christmas! I found a Milk and Cookies party on Pinterest, and though I’m pretty sure it’s meant for 3 year olds, we could perk it up with a few fancy-schmancy cocktails for all to enjoy (my crowd loves their libations) – Bailey’s milkshakes, Vanilla vodka and root beer “floats” (I have this root beer thing going on), and something with that spiked whipped cream I saw at the store the other day.

So, thoughts? Should I combine some of these ideas? Let me know what you think! What would be the most fun for all to enjoy? Vote in my poll and leave a comment!

Tastes Like Liberty

I am excited to present my first recipe for this blog!!! It took a lot of thought and consideration in deciding what recipe to post, since I have about a million pictures on my computer from various cooking endeavors that I plan to share with you. I wanted to start on the right foot and post something unique and special. So here it is… nearly 2 months after I made it.

On the Fourth of July, I was in charge of bringing delectable sweet treats to my parents’ annual pool party. I wanted to make something with an Americana feel that was unique and soothing on a hot hot day! I immediately thought of a root beer float cupcake recipe I found here. However, to foil my plans, there were already going to be cupcakes at the party. Still, I couldn’t get this root beer float idea out of my mind.

Then it hit me. Ice. Cream. Sandwiches. Perfect for a pool party. Perfectly American.

Picture it. Rootbeer flavored cookies + ice cream in the middle = Root Beer Float deliciousness.

….

Yum.

I have made homemade chocolate chip ice cream sammies in the past, but not root beer inspired ones. So I searched the internet for some help. I’m great at concocting these delicious sounding ideas, but not so good at developing my own recipes for carrying them out. This is where I want to improve in my domestic capabilities. I’d love to have base recipes memorized and just know how to modify them to create these dreamed up delicacies. Someday I will conquer this!

                     (I should warn you, the cookies spread.. As evidenced by the above photo!)

After critiquing and scrutinizing several recipes for ideas, I came across this gem from Cafe Johnsonia. I envisioned them combined with frosty chocolate chip ice cream and a teeny bit of frozen frosting. After daydreaming of this combo for a few seconds, I immediately hit the grocery store for this stuff…

Root Beer Extract. Scrumptious. I may have been a little heavy-handed with it. I may have eaten a spoonful of it by itself. It’s that good. And who ever heard of such a thing as too much root beer? Not I.

Root Beer Float Ice Cream Sandwiches
adapted from Cafe Johnsonia

* Disclaimer *This recipe requires several hours of chilling/freezing, so plan accordingly!

1 c. unsalted butter
2 c. brown sugar
2 large eggs
2+ tsp. rootbeer extract and 1+ additional Tbsp. (separated)
3 1/2 cups flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. salt
1/4 c. water (if necessary)
1 container vanilla frosting or a batch of your fave homemade buttercream
1 quart chocolate chip ice cream, slightly softened

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
2. Cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy.
3. Beat in eggs, individually, then add the 2 tsp. root beer extract (can add more, of course, to achieve the desired root beer-i-ness)
4. In a separate bowl, combine dry ingredients and whisk, then slowly add to wet ingredients. Beat until combined and creamy – should be a bit sticky. This is where you can add the water if the batter seems too dry (I didn’t have to).
5. Chill batter for at least an hour, then scoop/roll into 1 inch balls and evenly space on cookie sheet, leaving ample room for spreading.
6. Bake at 350 degrees for 6-8 minutes, then cool completely on a wire rack.
7. Combine frosting with remaining 1 Tbsp. of root beer extract, again, adding as much or as little to achieve the desired flavor.
8. Once cooled, scoop 1/2 c. servings of ice cream onto the underside of one cookie. Spread to edges of cookie and top with another cookie, creating a sandwich. Repeat until all cookies are paired, then freeze immediately.
9. Once ice cream has solidified more, ice top of each sandwich with root beer frosting. Continue to freeze for at least 2 hours and until ready to serve.
10. Serve with lots of napkins and enjoy!

God Bless the USA for, among MANY other things, allowing us to freely enjoy this delicious trio of root beer, ice cream, and baked goods.

Rodney.

This is Rodney. He’s a wooden rooster. Our house’s prior owners left him for us. Isn’t that thoughtful?

Rodney lives on the brick wall of our back patio right above the swing. He’s BOLTED to the wall. Here’s a shot of his humble abode.

See him there, happy as can be? He’s got a cushy life. Shade all the time, woodland creatures to spy on/befriend, and a primo view of the big maple tree. Sweet life.

Here’s my pickle. Rodney’s a bit dirty (don’t tell him I said that). His raffia bow around his neck is disheveled, and the wooden heart (securing said bow) is broken, God bless the lil guy. Also, no part of my design scheme involves anything remotely country (to my knowledge). But I just can’t get rid of him. Maybe it’s because I’m too lazy to unbolt him from the wall, maybe I’m afraid there will be a perpetual rooster-shaped outline on our pretty blonde brick, or maybe I just like the eclectic-ness of our little back door security guard. I’m thinking that with a little TLC, Rodney could secure a permanent role as woodland creature ambassador and porch guard. What do you think? Should I keep him around?

I think it would be fun to clean him, give him a new bow/heart transplant, and possibly paint him some crazy color combos like orange and turquoise to brighten him up. Just to add some personality to him. I could even paint him differently each summer. Would Rodney be perfect in polka dots or awesome painted argyle? Hmmm…

He is pretty cute… Thoughts anyone?

Thirty Minutes After Closing…

… we moved these things in:

Our wedding toast glasses and matching vase (we polished off a bottle of champagne on our perfect little porch swing that day), obligatory cookie jar stuffed with homemade chocolate chippers and Trader Jo-reos, deodorant, and my Bible to turn the house into a home...

WalMart’s cheapest newest beer, “Beer-30 Ice,” to treat our helpers and get everyone through the hours of wallpaper removal, and my favorite Paula Deen blueberry pie candle…

Soft Dog, always by my side during 23 years of milestones. Don’t judge me.

 

So, after all the necessities were unpacked, we moved on to our second order of business. Peeking under the carpet!

There they are! Absolutely gorgeous, honey oak, real wood floors. Couldn’t be more perfect.

He was really excited. I was beaming from ear to ear behind the camera. He wanted to rip out all the carpet immediately, but we decided it would be best to peel off the wallpaper to prevent our pristine floors from getting soaked with removal solution and littered with sticky paper. Since the living room and bedroom were wallpaper free, we made a deal that we’d get those two rooms painted first, so he could get the carpet out quickly. We wanted to breathe some life into the floors!

So our first night, we were up into the wee hours of the morning, stripping wallpaper with spray bottles of warm water and fabric softener. Works like a charm!

Kitchen. See that gold-colored stuff on the left wall? That would be 30-year-old wallpaper glue. Notice how the wall on the right is nice and white? That’s after a rigorous bleach-water treatment and a LOT of elbow grease.

 

Hallway. We found brown paint under the wallpaper here, which made the wallpaper glue especially difficult to see, and thus, difficult to entirely remove. Thankfully, it was only painted on one wall.

It’s amazing how we could completely trash a place within hours. What a mess.

 

Office. Again, what a mess. But this makes for a really spectacular “Before and After” post! Setting the bar low – name of the game…

 

Bathroom. There was a sickening amount of mold/mildew beneath the wallpaper. No one entered the bathroom without wearing a mask. I think that was our first official rule of the house.

We sprayed diluted bleach on the walls and watched the micro-forests disappear. We love us some bleach. Then, we applied a generous amount of oil-based Kilz on the walls to make sure they are absolutely uninhabitable for any unwanted organisms. If you ever come to visit, just make sure you don’t lick the walls or anything :)

 

That’s how we left the house that first night. We knocked out a tremendous amount of work for one day and were completely exhausted and absolutely thrilled with our big purchase.

After investing just one day of work and doing every bit of it ourselves, our pride of ownership already started developing. This little house quickly started transforming into our home.