Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Better than Funnel Cake

Connor is forever reading and he likes all kinds of books. Recently, we found a book at the thrift store about the Navajo Indians. In the book, was a recipe for Navajo flat bread and Connor thought we should definitely try it out. We did and it was delicious. Better than funnel cake even....or at least better in my book. It was less doughy and therefore, more delicious.

You can find all sorts of recipes for Navajo flat bread (or sometimes called fry bread) all over the internet. I like to use this one from the Pioneer Woman as my starting point. I like it so much I even put it in my personal cook book.   
Don't be jealous of my cookbook naming prowess. The kids helped me. 

Connor liked the flat bread so much that he decided to take it to Scouts the next time he had snacks...which just happens to be tonight. He thought it would be a good way for them to learn about another culture and also get to eat something besides cookies. Not that these have more nutritional value than cookies...I'm not making that claim. Well...they might be before we add the toppings. 
There aren't too many ingredients required - flour, salt, baking powder, milk, and water. That's it. Seriously. Super easy and stuff we always have on hand. Mix the dry ingredients than add the wet ones in a little at a time. Start with the milk and then add enough water that a dough forms. The recipe suggests 1/2 cup. I needed quite a bit more than that. 
Mix with a fork...or your hands until a nice dough forms. Then put a towel over the bowl and sit it aside for a half hour or forty five minutes. Just enough time to do some cleaning or, may I suggest sneaking a television show whose target audience is above the age of eight while the kids are napping. 
After you watch those one or two television shows, melt some shortening or heat up some oil in a skillet. You are going to need at least a few inches worth in there. The Pioneer Woman suggested that shortening seems to work better - it seemed to work about the same as oil for me.
I usually make them a bit bigger, but since they are for a snack for the boys, I decided to make them smaller. I just flattened these out by hand. If you pick the dough up and slowly turn it while hanging on to one side, it will stretch out by its own weight. It's kind of like how you would stretch pizza dough out if you have ever done that. If not...well...just look it up on YouTube. 
Once your oil is nice and sizzling hot, you can put them in to cook. Usually less than a minute a side is all that is needed for them to be nice and golden brown. I don't recommend doing three at a time - two seems just about right or one if you are doing larger rounds. 
When they are done you put them on a paper towel to cool and top with whatever you want. The possibilities are endless here. I highly recommend powdered sugar, but since I mostly like the other Scout's moms and they wear those cute dark blue shirts, I did cinnamon and sugar on these. Honey is great. You can even fold them in half and put some taco meat, cheese, and lettuce in there. Yum-o. 
 
I decided that this was probably about enough for the boys, and that meant I had enough dough left over to make a few big ones for the family. If you roll them really flat and poke some wholes in them, they will even puff up a bit inside - which the kids seem to think is awesome. A little hand roller works great. 
You can do bigger circles that way which makes it easier to fold in half for tacos or just means that you have more delicious bread to eat later. 
And yeah....I totally went back and ate the other half later. 

As a bonus, because of the ease of the recipe and depending on how much you like to have little helper hands in the kitchen, this is a great recipe for the kids to do with you (except for the frying in hot oil part - although, at eight, Connor seems to be able to help with that part too). 

Now go fry up some bread and eat it. You won't be sorry you did. And the next time the carnival comes around you can turn your nose up at that $5 funnel cake because you've got something even yummier to make at home. 

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Day at Deanna Rose

This morning we took the kids to the Deanna Rose Farmstead in Overland Park.

If you live near the Kansas City area and haven't taken your kids there, you totally should. Most weekdays it is free, but today we had to pay a whopping $10 for admission. Not too shabby, as far as what it normally costs us to do something with all the kids.

The kids had a blast, and after the first hour or so, it started to warm up. It made for a great day.
 I love a windmill...I just do.
 Cowgirl Ellie
 Sophie loved petting the cows.
 Connor enjoyed taking the dairy trivia challenge. FYI - did you know that 90% of women don't get enough calcium? Connor does now.
 Posing with a baby buffalo (or bison for my Northern friends) statue.
 I told them to pretend like they like each other. 
 Feeding baby goats. 
 Trying to pet the goat. 
 Pony rides. 
 After watching this for about 45 minutes, Connor decided he would now like to be a blacksmith when he grows up. 
My little butterfly
Visiting the chickens.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Ellie Bells

My little Elinor turns two day!

Elinor, or Ellie Bells, or Bells, as I call her, has been acting like a two year old for a while now, so I guess it is good that she is finally acting her age.

Ellie loves Diego, red soup (or, as some of us call it, tomato soup), cereal, bananas, and yogurt.

She also loves to bite you if you are trying to stop her from doing something, saying the phrase "I don't want it!" to just about anything, and pinching people.

She is the meanest child we've had yet, but strangely also the most polite. She is the first to say thank you to me whenever I do something to help her - even things like making lunch. She'll even say "thank you very much" sometimes and it is beyond adorable. She supplies a quick you're welcome to any thank you she receives and loves to give out leg smashing hugs.

Her I'm sorry, however, sounds anything but genuine. And her giant beautiful eyes and her sassy little attitude make it hard to punish her sometimes. But we do it, even if we are sometimes hiding a smile behind our hands.

Happy 2nd Birthday to my lovely little Ellie Bells.


Saturday, March 29, 2014

Growing up

Violet is growing up. Fast. She is sitting up, eating cereal, saying "Dada" like a champ, waving, and army crawling her way to just about anything she wants.

I don't know why I am always surprised by how quickly my babies change and grow. But I am. It feels like I brought her home from the hospital weeks ago, but nine months have gone by. I love that they grow up. It's weird, I know. All the other moms I know lament the ending of the baby stage. They don't want them to grow up. To change. To become self sufficient. To leave someday.



I do. It's not that I don't love them, or want them to leave right now, but I do want them to be able to leave me someday. I want things for them. Love, marriage, children. I know that they will have to be kicked in the teeth a few times on this journey, and I'll hate watching it. I'll hurt for them, cry with them, tell them it is going to be okay. And, I'll assure them that this world of suffering and pain isn't their true home, that heaven is.  

It seems like this is my most important job as a parent. To prepare them for their lives. To prepare them to leave someday. To prepare them to teach their own children the faith. To prepare them to do so in a world that is becoming more and more hostile to anyone that doesn't buy into to the any thing goes worldview. 

Because my life is slowly becoming about more.

I have four kids at home. It takes up a lot of my time. But not all of it. 

In fact, now that my youngest is 9 months old, I even have some nights where I sleep through the night. Most night I only have to wake up once. 

Things are by no means easy, but they are getting easier than they have been in the past. 

So I changed my blog. I want to focus more on food, even some theological stuff, and my family. 

Hence the name change and even the web address change. 

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Dear Ariel, Dear Ursula, and Dear Alligator in the Under the Sea chorus:

To the girl that played Ariel in Atchison High School's production of Little Mermaid this weekend:

Thank you. Thank you for catching my four year old daughter as she hurled herself into your arms after the show. You see, she thinks you really are a princess. In fact, when you came on stage for the first time she gasped and declared "she is the most beautiful princess I've ever seen."

Thank you for hugging her back and being super sweet to her. You made her entire day.




To the girl that played Ursula:

Thank you. Thank you for letting my daughter touch your costume and for laughing when she proceeded to run away from you pretending to be terrified by you. Her favorite part of the whole play was when she single handily used her light up sea urchin to stop you from taking over the ocean. Or...at least that is how her version goes.

To the handsome little boy playing an alligator in the sea chorus:

You...you were my absolute favorite. Sure the girl that played Ariel had a great voice, and that boy that played Scuttle was hilarious...but I think you were the best. I liked you so much that I'm pretty sure I will come to any shows you are in from now on.



Thursday, March 6, 2014

Sophie Jane wakes you up with a smile.

Last night was Ash Wednesday service. It was a wonderful and beautiful service, ashes were imposed, communion was received, and in my completely unbiased opinion - the handsome associate pastor gave a great sermon. Wonderful, but long. We didn't get home until 9:00 last night.

The plus side of all of the late going to bed is our alarm is what woke us up this morning - not a child - an alarm. This never happens in our house. Well...almost never happens.

As Ben and I were laying there enjoying the rare moment of solitude in the morning we heard the unmistakable pitter patter of little feet and we immediately knew whose little feet they were.

I called out "Good morning Sophie Jane!" and as she came into our room,"Come here big girl!"

She headed to our bed and then stopped in her track, shouted "Bathroom!," and ran out of our room. A few minutes later she reappeared and instructed us to look towards the window as she pulled our curtain aside and sang "IT'S MORNING TIME!!!!" in her happiest little voice.

Then there were smiles and snuggles. We sang happy birthday to her as she kept trying to cover our mouths and told us repeatedly through her giggles that we couldn't sing it until it was cake time.

This is what makes Sophie Jane so great. She, for the most part, is the happiest girl. She greets each day full of energy and with a smile. She loves everything about everyone.

She gives me roughly a million hugs every day and thinks personal space must mean that you own part of the solar system. It can't possibly mean that you don't want to be held all day long.

She tells jokes like "knock, knock" "who's there?" "chicken eating sandwiches" and then collapses into a pile of giggly girlness on the floor.

She hates socks and having to share the camera with her little sister.

She loves dresses, wants to wear makeup, and her greatest ambition in life is to be a mother some day.

I love her.

Happy 4th Birthday Sophia!!!