Archive: December 2010
posted by Chelsea
2010 is coming to a quick close and since I’m sort of a thinker-analyzer-type, I need to process things.
I’ve done a little processing, but not a lot, as it’s been a busy and also sickly sinus-infecting sort of week. At any rate, this is what I’ve decided were some of my top favorite things (in no particular order) of 2010…
*Lucy’s tonsillectomy= sleep for everyone (Lucy and myself being key here) in the house. Hallelujah.
*PG Tips Black Tea— England’s best! And my sweet Heidi friend who introduced me to it.
*Mrs. Meyer’s Cleaning products- BASIL flavor.
* Cowgirl Clippings and blogging.
*Girlfriends– the ones here and the ones not here. I’m super grateful for my friends and the role each of them plays in my life.
*Rodeo Bible Camp this summer… both camps were highlights of my year.
*My little family. I’m super-duper-luper-wuper-crazy about the 3 people God has put in my everyday-ordinary life.
*Running regularly again- I love it and cherish the days I can get out and hit the pavement (or snow as the current case may be).
My friends, those are some of the exciting highlights of the year…. now, my new Gooseberry Patch Planner has arrived and 2011 is awaiting our arrival in less than 9 hours. I love new beginnings and fresh starts. Truth be told, I also love no-egg-egg-nog , hot buttered rum, Yahtzee, and the friends who will enjoy it all with us, as we usher in 2011.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
Remember those “Where’s Waldo?” pictures where you search all over the picture to find Waldo? Well, I’ve kinda got one of those for you this morning:
I returned a call to Chelsea this morning and her mother-in-law, Jackie, answered. Our conversation was short…my kids were about to fall off the bed and on her end…I think Kate was whining to be held. Anyway, I said, “Tell her I called.” And we hung up.
Then I got to thinking, “Where’s Chelsea?” Was she in the shower? Out doing chores? A quick trip to town while Jackie watched the girls? Hmmmm…. Oh well. On with my day.
My phone just vibrated in my pocket… a text with photo attachment and these words:
“It’s a GOOD day! :) ”
Give me your guesses! We’ll surprise her when she gets home!
Yep. I’m reposting this recipe from last week.
I actually did make it this last week and we all really liked them.
I don’t have much more to say about them, though.
Oh, I forgot to give you the recipe for the cheesy dill sauce that goes on top. So that’s here, too, along with pictures.
I like pictures. I like knowing what the food is suppose to look like so I know if I’m on the right track or not.
Here we go:
Eggs in A Basket (again)
1 1/2 cups sifted all purpose flour
1/3 cup grated cheddar cheese
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup shortening (I used butter.)
4 to 5 tablespoons cold water
salt and pepper to taste
Preheat oven to 450 degrees.
Combine the flour, cheese, and salt. Cut the shortening (or butter) into the flour mixture and add the cold water. On a floured surface roll out the dough to 1/8 inch thickness and cut circles to fit muffin pans.
* It’s a basic pie dough with cheese in it; I use white cheddar (due to my son’s food allergies). I wasn’t sure that there was actually enough dough to make a full dozen, but surprisingly there is; just make sure to roll the dough thin. I got 11 eggs in a basket but some of my dough circles were a little thick. I also used the top part of my citrus juicer and cut around it with a knife, it was the perfect size to fit in my muffin pan, and then a circle cookie/biscuit cutter was perfect for the top crust.
Fit each circle into an individual muffin cup. Let the pastry edge extend around each cup.
Break an egg into each cup lined with pastry and season with salt and pepper.
*This is the part that fascinated me about this recipe. I wasn’t so sure about just cracking an egg into dough lined muffin tins…what does that even look like?
* Well, I guess it looks kind of like this.
Cover each egg with another circle of dough.
*Seal the edge a little.
Bake in a 450 degree oven for 20 to 22 minutes.
While they are baking, whip up the Cheese Dill Sauce. This recipe makes 4 cups of dill sauce. I halved it and had more than enough sauce.
Cheese Dill Sauce
1/3 cup butter
1/3 cup flour
2 1/2 cups milk
1/2 cup shredded cheddar cheese
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons dill
Melt the butter in a saucepan. Blend in the flour. Gradually add the milk. Cook until thick, stirring constantly. Remove from heat; stir in the cheddar cheese, salt and dill. Cover until serving time.
*Again, I use white cheddar, so yours will be an orange-ier color if you use regular cheddar.
* Now back to the basket thingies.
Take from oven. Cool slightly and then carefully remove from pan. Spoon on the dill sauce.
Interested to see what that egg did inside?
I was anxious to know.
Here it is, a perfect soft yolk, baked egg.
These seriously have me fascinated.
And they’re really good too.
Even the kiddos agreed they were delicious.
Chelsea asked if I would like to write a post for Cowgirl Clippings on my recent mission trip to the Philippines. I have, of course enjoyed the posts on CC ever since its beginnings, so although there are no cowgirls in the Philippines or much “country” to speak of, it afforded a great learning experience and wonderful pictures, which seem to be an important part of Cowgirl Clippings.
This was the most “country” I saw there, a rooster tied to his roost.
I traveled by plane approximately sixteen hours with an additional eight hours of airport security survival. I arrived in Davao (Da-vow), the largest city in the world, in the morning, and was made immediately welcome by the missionary there with a McDonald’s breakfast. My goal of going to the Philippines was to meet a missionary couple our church supports monthly, and to serve them in whatever way they needed, while also getting to know them better. The fact that he eats a breakfast of two pancakes with peanut-butter and chocolate chips and a cup of coffee every morning at McDonald’s definitely showed me a part of his relational, stretch a dollar, steadfast, don’t-fix-it-if-it-ain’t-broken character.
The rest of my time there, I worked with his construction crew. At first no one would talk to me. Not necessarily because I was a woman, but because they had a saying that if you spoke too much English, your nose would bleed. However, after a couple hesitant words to tell me how not to build a curving wall, what cement I should use, and that it was “break time,” there were no bleeding noses. After three weeks of sweating, sharing laughs, and impressing them with my muscles, the guys were spouting out English whether it was contextual or not. They would prattle on and on in their language, throw in “American” or “USA” every once in a while, and then burst out laughing. I would laugh at their laugh and they would think I knew what they said, so they covered their bases by explaining “jus joking, jus joking,” even though I didn’t have the foggiest idea what they were joking about.
Four walls and four bathrooms complete in two weeks, not too bad for island time.
The missionaries there held weekend services. One on Saturday and one on Sunday, feeding and singing and sharing with about 3,000 kids a day. Simply listening to 3,000 kids clap and sing their Bible verse for the week was enough to shake the circus tent which looked too small. Rice and juice are handed out before the service and the first weekend our team was there, we gave the gift of ice cream to each young child and young mother who left. It was sticky business, but it was a great Christmas treat in the tropics. The second weekend we gave each child a bag of rice after the Christmas service where clowns shared on sharing, the youth group mimed an old Petra song, and Dad and I dressed up like an elephant and “Matilda” the gorilla for the manger scene. (?)
We did get a couple days of fun without cement, or hollow block, or sweat-soaked clothes, where I felt like I might actually be hydrated. We soaked up some sun until the volcanic clouds moved in, so full of moisture it looked like the island might be erupting. We also attended a cultural island dance and fire show, which was just as amazing as a sun that rose and set at 6:00 every day.
The return trip was a mind trip, given that the day kept starting over. Time travel. I left in the evening, spent the night in the airport, left in the morning, and arrived in the morning. I also decided that the airports are in some sort of conspiracy together to make sure you are dehydrated and loopy by the time you reach your destination. I found myself chugging my water at security stations so I wouldn’t have to throw away my water bottle. It isn’t hard to prove that water is in my water bottle, and what makes them think that 6oz of water handed out three times during a ten hour flight will sufficiently meet my need for water?
I was in charge of leading our team of 6 and learned a lot about how to do it better and God’s wonderful grace in having already prepared me to meet the challenges that arose. I like life expereinces and how they make me a more well-rounded person, whether I appreciate them at the time or not. The Philippines trip was one of the exceptionally good experiences due to the fact that great relationships were made, I still liked myself and everyone on the team when we left, and it was impossible to miss God’s grace in the amazing children’s ministry taking place in a country where half the population is children.
posted by Chelsea
This was the first Christmas we’ve spent at home, with the exception of the year Lucy was born. It’s getting harder to travel with the girls and we decided this year we’d be better off to just stay put and not try to rush in a quick trip to my parent’s house. We celebrated with them last weekend and stayed home for the big day and now we’re celebrating with Buck’s folks here for the week. Needless to say, we’re getting our fair share of Christmas this year.
Since it was our first official Christmas at home, I was feeling a strong urge to make it all perfect. Well, with no doing of my own, God was gracious and gave us a beautifully calm and serene Christmas Eve to start the whole thing off just right…
We went out to dinner on Christmas Eve and then headed up to our little church for a candlelight service. I love:
* candlelight Christmas Eve services
*celebrating Jesus’ birthday every single year
*that Christmas happens in December, during the shortest days of the year. It’s such a great time of year for such a wonderful distraction from normal life. I feel bad for the people in the other hemisphere of the world where the days are long and summer-y
….when Katelyn got her very own baby doll… and spent the morning strolling around her new “bobbie”…
And Lucy spent the morning casting her new pink-pwincess fishing pole…
We all enjoyed some hot cinnamon rolls…
Covered in some maple-y, confectioners icing…
Then we bundled up and headed out to do our chores and some out-of-town-friends’ chores…
And we decided Kate is officially old enough to drive the feed truck…
From there, I left the camera. We did some sledding, snuck in a nap for the trusty driver pictured above, and then headed out to Grandma Janie’s for Christmas dinner.
It was a great day, full of the blessings of family and fun. There is so much to be grateful for this past year and I think it’s so appropriate to end the year celebrating the birth of our Savior!
How was your Christmas?
posted by Chelsea
After the chores were done on Christmas Day, we took in a little sledding adventure.
built a sled, complete with skis on the bottom, a seat, and steering/braking abilities…
After some chatting and analyzing…
…the sledding began.
Aunt Angie photographed and caught Todd in sledding action…
Then Katelyn had a turn riding with daddy…
And since Kate was brave enough to give it a try, Lucy decided to give it a go…
The feed truck provided an excellent ride to the top of the world county-renowned sledding hill…
And we all enjoyed a sunny Christmas Day with a gorgeous view of the valley…
Doesn’t get much better than that!
A few more than five years ago this week, this person . . .
came willingly (on his part) into the world.
Five years ago this week on the same day as her father, this little person . . .
came unwillingly (on her part) into this world. Isn’t she beautiful? There were many days that first year of her life that I didn’t think she would live to be five.
Happy Birthday dear girl. And Happy Birthday dear husband.
Two birthdays on the same day so close to Christmas. That is a peek into my crazy, beautiful, perfectly chaotic life.
posted by Chelsea
First, I have all sorts of Christmas things to post, but no time this morning. My in-laws arrived late last night and adventure awaits. So for this morning, a quick little story that I’ve been wanting to share.
When we went over to the coast in November, we stopped at IKEA with our friends, Joe and Becky. Becky and I hurried off to check out everything we could lay our eyes on and our husbands took our combined 5 children to get frozen yogurt. During our scouting, I spotted some white mugs that I fell in love with. They weren’t fancy. They were simple and cute. I talked about buying them, but by the time we made it to the lower level where you actually pick out your purchases, our husbands had long since been finished with the ice cream adventure and were feeling “overwhelmed” by the magnitude of the store and the five children they were chasing around. So…feeling rushed through the lower level, I never did buy the mugs.
Well, Miss Becky, ever-so-clever-friend that she is…. in the meantime, found a little white mug, one that directly resembled the IKEA mugs, and bought it for me for Christmas…
Such a simple little gift and it just totally delighted me. I’ve been using it everyday for my three cups of cream and tea…
and loving its simplicity.
A couple days ago, I asked Buck if he heard the story behind the mug. He said he had and that he “didn’t get it”. I explained, again, that I had loved the mugs and Becky was so clever to find one for me. He replied “I get that. What I don’t get is what you like about that silly little white mug.”
I relayed Buck’s confusion to Becky. Together we came to this analysis. The mug is simple, CLEAN, and perfect…unlike anything else in our toddler-infused households. I feel like I have some degree of control simply by drinking out of a perfect mug. While the rest of the house, and the folks who inhabit it, might be a total mess, the little white mug in my hands… is not. And THAT is what I like about it.
posted by Chelsea
I’ve been making these little Christmas treats this year and eating most of them giving them away. I bought some peppermint sticks from my friend, Wendy, who has a little gift shop in town. The peppermint sticks taste so much better than candy canes, but candy canes could be used, too. In fact, if you need an easy little treat today- go buy some candy canes (or steal some off your tree) and make these!
Melt about 1 cup of chocolate chips, either in a double boiler or in the microwave. Dip the peppermint in the chocolate, let it harden on wax paper, and sprinkle with red and green sprinkles.
posted by Donna
for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior,
who is Christ the Lord
Isaiah 19:20, 43:11, 49:26
2 Timothy 1:10
1 John 4:14
2 John 9
Matthew 1:16, 16:20
1 Corinthians 1:23
2 Thessalonians 2;1 & 2, 3:5, 3:16
1 Corinthians 1:9
2 Peter 1:11
This verse is chock full of wonderful words but I think my favorite words in it are FOR YOU. The Savior, the Christ, the Lord, left heaven FOR YOU. He was born in a little tiny town, Bethlehem, in a tiny little country, Israel, FOR YOU. He had the most meager of beginnings FOR YOU. He left divinity and royalty and supremacy to become mere man FOR YOU. He deserves all those titles. He became my Savior, He is the Christ and I want Him as my Lord always. And I want the same FOR YOU!