Monday, May 31, 2010

Ever the lady

The kidlet has picked up a rather uncouth new habit.

See:
We've become fond of picking our nose (and occasionally eating it. Joy.). I know it's just a phase and we only mildly correct her if we catch her in the act, but still... Not something I enjoy seeing my little girl do, especially when she's all dressed up!

We spent Sunday celebrating one of the hub's grandma's 90th birthday with family. It was a lovely time and we are very fortunate and blessed that grandma is as sharp and active as she is. And hoo boy, she is still sharp! If you're doing something you're not supposed to be doing, she will let you know!

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

And Ode to Rhubarb



Oh Rubarb,
Your succulent stalks
Of red and green
Beckon in Springtime
Bake with me!
You cry

Okay, that was pretty bad. Don't worry, I'm not quitting my day job to go into poetry.

I love rhubarb. Love. I remember going to visit my Grandma and cutting a big slice of her rhubarb cake (that was usually after having two or three, or six, of her chocolate chip cookies). The tartness of the juicy rhubarb combined with the spongy, cinamonnyness (I know, not a word) of the cake was heaven.

So I was extremely happy when the hub brought back a ginormous bag of rhubarb from the ILs a few weeks ago. In that time I've managed to bake

4 loaves of rhubarb bread
3 strawberry-rhubarb pies
2 rhubarb dump cake desserts

and a partridge in a pear tree...

That was just with the *first* bag of rhubarb. That doesn't include the *second* bag he brought home last weekend from the ILs.

I had a tragedy last night, though. I had an Epic Pie Crust Fail. Epic.

See, from this angle, it doesn't look too bad. A little brown on the edges, but edible, right?

But you get a little farther away and you start to see the problem.
Pie crust isn't supposed to look like that. Pie crust is supposed to be neat.

Step back a little further and it's plan to see this was a huge failure on my part.
Ugh. Bad. Bad bad bad. And I generally pride myself on being an "expert" on making pie crusts. I know what I did wrong, the humidity in our kitchen (it was around 84 degrees *inside* our house last night) combined with over-mixing the lard into the flour made for a not-very-good dough. It was just sticking and falling apart all over the place, and that was with ample flouring of my counter! Meh. Oh well, it doesn't have to look pretty, just taste good, right?

This is what a proper pie crust is supposed to look like:
From last year's post on strawberry-rhubarb pie. I can make a good pie crust, I really can!

Oh well, at least the rhubarb bread turned out nicely!


Mmmmm..... rhubarby, bready, cinnamony goodness!

Now, what to do with that last bag of rhubarb? I'm thinking preserves, even though it's been a loooong time since I've made any sort of preserves, and I've never done rhubarb. There's always a first time for everything right?

I'm pleased to say all the photos (save the stock rhubarb shot and last year's photo of pie) were all taken with my Canon 50mm F/1.8 lens. I survived without my main lens! But I still miss it. Get well soon lens!

Monday, May 24, 2010

Bummer Dude

My lovely DSLR had been acting up lately - wouldn't focus and wouldn't let me take a picture. It's done this before and usually I can just take the lens off, clean the sensors with a soft rubber eraser and I'm good to go.

Only that didn't work this time. So I had to suck it up and take it to the local camera repair place.

The good news is the guy there didn't think it was my camera body. (Phew!)

He thinks it's my lens. My Canon EF 28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS that is the lens I take 99.38% of my photos with.

Boo. :(

I had them go ahead and send it in to get fixed. And this will [hopefully] force me to step outside of my comfort zone and take pics with my prime lens instead of relying on my zoom all the time.

Get well soon little lens! I'll miss you!

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Four going on Fourteen

It's been a while, I know. I think I need about 10 extra hours in the day to get everything I want accomplished.

But anyway...


There are days when it seems the kiddo is four going on fourteen. The sass! The attitude! The eye rolls! (The eye rolls are the best; he even had the bakery ladies at Target laughing yesterday). There are days when he's absolutely wonderful, and it makes the tough days even more difficult, because we *know* he can be such a good kid.

I'm sure it's all payback, though, because I know I wasn't an angel child (I know, hard to believe). And I have a feeling the kidlet is going to be even more, oh, spirited.


This is what happens when I leave the hub in charge of the kids while I go out for a run. Thank goodness for washable markers!

And then there are the times when the kids are (somewhat) nicely playing with each other and it just fills my heart with joy.


Not the most flattering pic of the kiddo, but isn't that what moms are for? To embarrass their children every chance they can?

Man, I just love my kids.