Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Christmas Stories: Uncle Vova's Tree

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This book, Uncle Vova's Treehas an utterly ridiculous list of things going for it.  First and foremost, it is by the Mary Poppins of Children's Book authors, Patricia Polacco.  Everything she creates is stunning and perfect.  Secondly, it is an engaging introduction into Russian Orthodox Christmas Traditions, all of which I wanted to adopt after reading the book.  And Third of all, it filled me with so much Christmas spirit I wanted to hug strangers in the grocery store the first day I read it.
You should own it, just for the warm fuzzies.

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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Christmas Carol Spotlight: The Cat Carol

I wanted to find a way to validate my ridiculous collection of Christmas music (53 hours worth and counting.  Currently 999 songs in my playlist, and always growing) and am choosing to highlight a few of my very most favorite songs and carols.  Mostly I want to highlight their poetry and their history because I just love that sort of a collection of information.

And easy place to start is The Cat Carol, a relatively new and charmingly quirky little number written by Bruce Evans that can be found on this most excellent album.




It's simultaneously quirky and bizarre and utterly full of soul and somehow perfectly captures the melancholy element of sacrifice that is necessary to make anything actually taste like Christmas spirit.  It makes me smile my toast and jam and fat socks smile and count my blessings and hug my kids.  Listen to it here.

The Cat Carol
The cat wanted in to the warm warm house,
but no one would let the cat in
It was cold outside on Christmas Eve,
She meowed and meowed by the door.

The cat was not let in the warm warm house,
And her tiny cries were ignored.
'twas a blizzard now, the worst of the year,
There was no place for her to hide.

Just then a poor little mouse crept by,
He had lost his way in the snow.
He was on his last legs and was almost froze,
The cat lifted him with her paw.

She said "Poor mouse do not be afraid,
because this is Christmas Eve.
"On this freezing night we both need a friend,
"I won’t hurt you - stay by my side."

She dug a small hole in an icy drift,
This is where they would spent the night.
She curled herself 'round her helpless friend,
Protecting him from the cold.

When Santa came by near the end of the night,
the reindeer started to cry.
They found the cat lying there in the snow,
and they could see that she had died.

They lifted her up from the frozen ground,
and placed her into the sleigh.
It was then they saw the little mouse wrapped up,
she had kept him warm in her fur.

"Oh thank you Santa for finding us!
"Dear cat wake up we are saved!"
..."I’m sorry mouse but your friend has died,
there’s nothing more we can do.

"On Christmas Eve she gave you her life,
the greatest gift of them all."
Santa lifted her up into the night sky,
and laid her to rest among the stars.

"Dear mouse don’t cry you are not alone,
you will see your friend every year.
"Each Christmas a Cat Constellation will shine,
to remind us that her love’s still here."

Christmas Stories: Mr. Willowby's Chrismas Tree

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I added this book, Mr. Willowby's Christmas Treeto my collection because I remembered unearthing it year after year at my Grandmother's house, and the repetitive paradigm with which this story is constructed was pure delight to my soul as a small child.  Happily that appears to be a universal experience, as my boys and every other person I've encountered who remembers this book gets the same dreamy sparkle in their eyes when they speak of it.  Perfect perfect perfect for kids three and up, and has been magical in our house for getting otherwise antsy kids to sit and participate in some Christmasy story time.

Monday, November 28, 2011

flattened

Somehow my kids have been snuffed out by a post-thanksgiving virus that is keenly opposed to my getting any sleep.  A steady supply of gross bodily fluids is keeping me busy and keeping the little men cranky and clingy and up all night.  I was up at least 7 times last night, it got to the point where falling asleep in between explosions did more harm than good.  Thankfully I was able to cancel everywhere we are supposed to be for the next few days with relatively little angst or drama.  I'm getting better at the "flexible" part of being a parent, at least some of the time.

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I spent the potentially relaxing portion of Thanksgiving weekend stressing over having been asked to teach a Relief Society Lesson based on this talk.  I hadn't taught adults in church since I was in college, and then, in a student ward, they weren't really adults, were they?  Other than one not-unkindly delivered accusation of teaching false-doctrines it seemed fairly well received.  I always thought I'd enjoy a teaching-adults-calling.  But maybe it would be too much stress (placed on myself by myself) and too many opportunities to be criticized.  Sadly I've got a personality where a dozen compliments are easily cancelled out by one well-meaning and kindly delivered criticism.  I'm not alone in that, am I?  How does one fix that, anyway?

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I hope I always remember that Sir O persists in calling vomit "spit-up" because he hates the word "throw-up", and he's tentatively tried to use the word "vomit" but it usually comes out as "vomit-ing-ish" or something equally verbose.  He ate little but jello, pedialite, and popsicles today.  And caused me to urgently start 4 loads of laundry.  Yet somehow, despite being up 5 or so times last night, he could not be talked into a nap today.  And despite how lousy he must have felt, he only got really cranky about having to miss preschool.  Otherwise he showed a promising amount of maturity in the midst of feeling craptacular.  He was kind to and cognizant of his whiny, lousy-feeling brothers.  He shared, he compromised, and he watched out for them when I was spread too thin to be everywhere.  (Needed two of me today, one to nurse and one to clean up after vomit)  Somewhere in the middle of my worn-out experience today, I noticed this and was grateful.

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And now, as we all begin to dare to hope the worst is behind us (I'm not betting on a smooth night though), we are all focusing on our collective bright happy thought.  There is a Flaming Gorge Christmas Tree with our name on it making it's way to our house tomorrow.  If all we manage is to get that tree upright in our house, (and maybe avoid any more vomit on the carpet), then we'll call the day a success.

Perfect Pecan Pie

Mr Renn surprised me with a pie class earlier this month, and I had an immediate opportunity to practice my little heart out.  I was terribly, terribly pleased with how this pie came out.  Pair it with some gingerbread eggnog and it's the perfect thing for a midnight snack.  And maybe breakfast.  Either way it'll disappear in a cloud of calories faster than any pie has any right to.

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 Pecan Pie

For Crust:
  • 1 1/4 C unbleached all-purpose flour, chilled
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1 TBSP sugar
  • 2 TBSP + 1 tsp butter flavored shortening, cut in small cubes and chilled 
  • 2 TBSP + 1 tsp butter, cut in small cubes and chilled 
  • 2 TBSP + 1 tsp lard, cut in small cubes and chilled 
  • 1/2 tsp vanilla butter nut flavor extract
  • approx 5 TBSP ice water

Supplies
  • chilled rolling pin
  • food processor
  • chilled bowl
  • chilled pastry cloth
  • additional flour
  • pie weights or pennies
  • chilled 9" pie pan

In a food processor, mix flour, salt and sugar until combined.  Add shortening and lard and mix until mixture resembles sand. Add butter and mix in short pulses until mixture looks like course pea-sized crumbs. Turn mixture into a chilled bowl.

Mix vanilla extract with first 4 TBSP of ice water and fold water into dough mixture with a spatula. Press dough together until it sticks, adding up to 1 TBSP more water. Flatter into a disk shape, wrap in plastic wrap, and move to refrigerator for 1 hr to 2 days.

Remove dough from refrigerator and let sit long enough to become malleable.  Meanwhile, work flour into your pastry cloth by rubbing it in with your palms until you can lift your hands and they have no flour on them.  If your pastry cloth slips easily on your work surface, place a Silpat underneath for friction.

Flour your chilled rolling pin and roll your dough into a 12" circle, turning over occasionally.  Roll 1/3 of circle over rolling pin and move dough to chilled pie pan.  Gently press dough into pan, careful not to stretch the dough, rather lift the edges up while you press into the corners.  Trim edges of dough to about 1/2" beyond pan edges.  Patch as needed, then fold edges under to create a thick edge, then crimp edge with fingers.  Refrigerate 40 min until firm

Preheat oven to 375 degrees, line pie crust with double layer of aluminum foil, then spread pie weights or pennies to weigh bottom of crust down. Bake 25-30 min until dough looks dry and sandy in color.  Remove from oven and remove foil and weights, then return to oven for additional 6 minutes. Prepare filling while crust is baking.

Pecan Filling (from The New Best Recipe cookbook, also known as my kitchen bible)

  • 6 TBSP unsalted butter, cut into 8+ pieces
  • 1 cup packed dark brown sugar
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 3 large eggs, beaten
  • 3/4 C light corn syrup (remember to spray measuring cup with cooking oil spray first!)
  • 1 TBSP Vanilla Extract
  • (I also added 1/2 tsp Maple extract and 1/2 tsp Rum extract)
  • 2-2.5 Cups Pecans, toasted and chopped into small pieces (I toasted mine in the oven while it was preheating for the pie crust - be careful not to burn them!)

Melt the butter in a heatproof bowl over a pot of almost-simmering water.  Remove bowl and stir in the brown sugar and salt with a spoon until the butter is absorbed.  Beat in the eggs, then the corn syrup and vanilla. Return bowl to pot and stir until the mixture is shiny and hot (130 degrees on a thermometer).  Remove from heat and stir in pecans.

As soon as pie shell comes out of the oven, reduce temperature to 275 degrees. DON'T FORGET THIS STEP

Pour pecan mixture into the hot pie shell, then bake on the middle rack until the pie looks set and soft, like gelatin. 50 to 60 minutes.  Transfer to a cooling rack, and allow to cool for a minimum of 4 hours.

If you like to eat your pie warm, still cool the pie thoroughly so that it sets, then you can warm it in a 250 degree oven for 15 minutes before slicing.

Christmas Stories: A Christmas Memory

Christmas Stories

There are writers out there who tend to abuse their storytelling superpowers (Gregory MacGuire comes to mind) and who draw us in with their incredible capacity for narrative and detail, only to stomp on us with their pessimism, bitterness, and belief that overall life and people are generally bad.  Unfortunately, most of my encounters with Truman Capote have tasted this way.  Fortunately, this one story of his has miraculously (perhaps unintentionally) stuck with me as pure and honest and raw and redeemed.  And if you want to find a version of it with gorgeous, thoughtful, dreamy, idealized illustrations (by Beth Peck), then A Christmas Memory is your match made in heaven.

Despite being a childhood memory, I can't quite peg this as a children's book.  There's too much nuance for that.  But other than the (humorous) bit with the whiskey for the fruitcake, there's not really anything objectionable for children. (And I definitely get the sense that Capote edited his brains out to make that so.)

A lot of things intended to make me cry fail because I resent being manipulated.  But occasionally something that's just intending to be honest makes me bawl my eyes out because nothing shakes my soul like an honest, redeeming reminder of the realness of real life.  Throw Christmas-ness in there to boot and I'm a puddle.

I recommend it, I do.


Saturday, November 26, 2011

Whipped Sweet Potatoes - Your new favorite thing about Thanksgiving

I've been making these whipped sweet potatoes every Thanksgiving for 5 years.  They always upstage the poor turkey.  And every year I get hit with a bevy of recipe requests.  I used to direct people to the blog where I found it, but since it's gone private my only option is to post it here so that the deliciousness can continue to be made known.  Though I warn you, this is a but-once-a-year dish.  Butter and sugar in a form like this cannot be good for you if you eat it more often than that.

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 Whipped Sweet Potatoes


  • 5-6 small sweet potatoes (or 3 large yams)
  • 1 cup sugar 
  • 1/4 cup melted butter 
  • 2 eggs 
  • 1/3 cup flour 
  • additional 1/4 C melted butter


 Topping


  • 1/4 cup butter 
  • 1 cup brown sugar 
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla 
  • 1/4 tsp cinnamon 
  • (optional: marshmallow creme or pecans)


 Directions:
1. Peel and boil the sweet potatoes (or yams).
2. Combine and whip sweet potatoes, sugar, eggs, flour, and 1/4C melted butter
3. Layer mix into a 9x13" baking pan. Top mixture with 1/4 C melted butter.
4. Topping: Mix butter, brown sugar, vanilla, cinnamon and coat sweet potato mixture evenly.
5. Bake at 350 degrees for 25 minutes (wait until it's bubbly)
6. After baking (which I've usually done the day before) I may rewarm the dish by placing in a 350 degree oven for 10 minutes.
7. If topping with Pecans, add these and then toast in 350 oven for 7-10 min.
8. If topping with marshmallow creme, warm creme in microwave for 10-15 seconds until it's easily spreadable, then after spreading on top of dish with offset spatula, place under broiler for about 2 minutes - check often so it doesn't burn!

9. Become incredibly popular when people get a taste of this and suddenly want to be your best friend. (And I'll be honest, I usually make 2-3 pans and it's never too much!)

Friday, November 25, 2011

Happy Stretchy Pants Day

We had a really lovely Thanksgiving over here. Other than the part where Sir O stepped on my perfect Pecan Pie after it was loaded in the car, and then threw a library book into the whipped sweet potatoes, and where I never finished writing our Thanksgiving Ceremony. I'm telling you, NEXT YEAR is the year!
(And both the pie and the sweet potatoes are warranting their own posts, coming soon!)

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 After we were already feeling pretty sweet and sentimental about our kids and our lucky lives, Mr Renn and I put the kids to bed and started The Tree of Life.  I say started because about half way through it I was sobbing so hard I'd given myself a full-blown migraine, and my mind already had so much to chew on that It took me almost 5 more hours to fall asleep.  We will attempt to be brave enough to finish it in the next few days.

I had been forewarned that the film was meticulously paced, intentionally designed to provoke the viewer into uncomfortable and deep thoughts of their own.  I was not, however, properly forewarned about the implications of young parents of three boys watching such a profoundly honest portrayal of a family of three boys.  It caused us all kinds of healthy self-evaluation.  And thankfulness. Oh my, so much thankfulness.  Mostly for each other, and for every moment with three living, loving boys.  But also for having the answers to all the uncomfortable questions that Mr. Malick was trying to ask.

If I can find a way around the migraine, it might be the perfect Thanksgiving tradition.

New Old Favorites

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A few of my new favorite Christmas songs from last Christmas:

A Wonderful Life - Indigo Girls

It Snowed - Meaghan Smith

You're Here - Francesca Battistelli

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Thanksgiving Traditions: Thanksgiving Pageant

Last year I stumbled across this book, The Thanksgiving Ceremony, and I loved the concept.  in essence it captures the opportunity presented in sitting the family around for a ritualistic meal (Thanksgiving) and transforms it into a more meaningful ceremony, reminiscent of the Seder meal.  As a firm believer in the power of ritual, ceremony, and family gatherings, I'm all over it.  In adapting this concept for my own family, I'm also incorporating elements from Thanksgiving : A Time to Remember, and the script of The Mayflower Voyagers (found on A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving)

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I'm hoping to incorporate a palatable dose of history, religion, and ritual and create something meaningful for the entire family.  If you'd like a copy of my script, I'd be happy to email it to you once it's done.  I'd best not link to it here, since it contains some passages verbatim from the sources above.  (All of which are very much worth adding to your Thanksgiving library).

I'm excited.  We'll see how it goes over the first time.

Friday, November 18, 2011

She's Perfect!

My parents finally got a granddaughter this week. It was an answer to prayers all around. My little sister has been praying for a niece for years. I suppose if I can't have a daughter of my own, at least I can have a niece that looks this much like me.  (She looks just like her mom's baby photos too, but I still feel like she's channeling a little Aunty Em.)

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baby me

(baby me)


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Thursday, November 17, 2011

Thanksgiving Traditions: Favorite short stories

As long as I'm focusing on giving Thanksgiving it's due, I'd better share some of my absolute favorite Thanksgiving stories.  Many of these make me cry.  That's always a sure sign that they're good, right?  What are your favorites that I should add to my list?


Captain Reading

Monday, November 14, 2011

taking their job seriously

If it is true that my boys have the assignment and prerogative to wear me out, they are proving to be a smashing success.

Saturday evening, after being unanimously uncooperative for family photos, our kids quickly turned from being limp noodles into being fantastic weapons of mass entropy.  While Mr Renn and I were straightening the house and preparing for our first date with a neighborhood babysitter in years (we've only had two in ... ever) Our Captain was hard at work concocting this:

sharpie

A feat in metallic blue sharpie, it was all over the gentleman's hair, pajamas, neck, ears, face, and teeth.  Go figure.  But the bright side was that there was very minimal damage done to the carpet.

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We were still finding blue streaks and speckles in the gentleman's hair when we bathed him tonight.

And in case that wasn't enough, which it clearly wasn't, a squabble between Sir O and the Captain today resulted in this:

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After biting clean through his lower lip, our Captain got his first stitches, courtesy of his dad.  And I got a lot of bloody laundry to wade through, this injury was a gusher.

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Needless to say it was a HUGE blessing that Mr Renn happened to get today off.  He's been working every day lately and that he chanced to be home when this happened was quite the tender mercy.  I don't handle watching my children bleed or get alarming injuries very well.  I turn into even more of a spaz than I already am. It's not the technicalities and gore of the injury, it's watching the panic in their eyes.  Freaks me out.

And now, all the boys are asleep and I need to gear up and brace myself for their next test of my endurance.  Ready, go.

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

Thanksgiving Traditions: letter challenge

Thanksgiving traditions are kind of hard to come by if you are me. But nothing makes me so determined as the prospect of establishing meaningful traditions to frame the childhood of my boys, and so since becoming a parent I've invented and found a few that I'm fond of. In case you are in need of a lovely little ritual or two, I'm going to share.

Thanksgiving Notes

This first tradition has to at least be thought about early on in November. The address chasing portion of it has the potential to take some time. I steal a few moments and make some lists.


  • First list: experiences I've had that I'm thankful for, but don't think about terribly often. 
  • Second list - People involved in the experiences from list 1. 
  • Third List - People from list 2 that I've lost contact with or haven't touched base with in a considerable amount of time. 

 And then, I exercise my reflective mind muscles. I sit myself down and start a few hand-written thank you letters. It should be noted that the hand-written part is important, even if your handwriting is as horrid as mine. It should also be noted that I've never actually made it through my entire list. But sending one or two is better than sending none at all. And once addresses are tracked down, I try to mail them so they'll arrive just before Thanksgiving. It's as simple as that, but it's one of my favorite little parts of November.

Tuesday, November 08, 2011

How the Springville Art Museum saves my bacon (a Thankful post)

I am trying to take advantage of everything my new hometown has to offer. Maybe not "everything", but certainly anything I find out about that is 1. kid-friendly, and 2. free. As such, my kids are by now quite enamored with the fire station, library, and the Springville Museum of Art.

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It is absolutely the most kid-friendly art museum I've ever dreamed of encountering.  They have Family Nights the first Monday of each month, and we've loved them when we've been organized enough to attend.  November's involved a mime and a stained-glass artist.  The boys loved the mime but got antsy during the stained glass demonstration, so I took them for a walk (Captain riding on my shoulders = workout!) where they got excited over every cow, horse, dog, train, and child in the art.

Then they had a stained-glass-inspired coloring activity for the kids.  The Captain was tired and indifferent, but Sir O was captivated.  He's been terribly into coloring lately; (I think his preschool teacher has been praising his coloring skills, and his ego's all wrapped up in his art.) this activity was perfect for him.  He cranked out 7 impressive pages in the time it took me to finish one.  (Granted, I had to chase the Captain a few times).

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He's been asking me about every 10 minutes when he can go back to the museum.  The good news?  We'll be there later this week for family photos.  The bad news?  He has to wait until next month for the next Family Night.   But I am excited to take him to see the Children's Art Christmas exhibit.  Seeing children's art exhibited so legitimately is bound to make for a very motivated, art-making-machine of a Sir O.  I cannot tell a lie, I love it when that happens.

Monday, November 07, 2011

My Thanksgiving Playlist

I'm trying ever so hard to not bust out non-stop Christmas music yet.  (Snippets, fine.)  And yet I find I have to listen to something festive, and so with a little help from itunes, I have a fine, fat Thanksgiving playlist (heavy on Jazz).  If you or someone you know is opposed to Christmas music before Thanksgiving, then this may come in handy.  Please chime in if you have any additions to suggest!

November

Kind and Generous - Natalie Merchant
Thankful - Josh Groban (don't judge)
The Pilgrims and the Indians - Janeen Brady
Everybody Eats when they come to my house - Cab Calloway
Now Thank we all Our God - old school MoTab
My Sweet Potato - Booker T. and the MG's
I'm Thankful to be me - Children's Songbook
Stuffy Turkey - Thelonius Monk
Thank you for one more day - The Dixie Hummingbirds
Now be Thankful - Fairport Convention
Is my Family - John McCutcheon
Thank You - Bonnie Raitt
A song of Thanksgiving - MoTab
Be Thankful - Natalie Cole
Mayflower Rock - Dizzy Gillespie
Thanksgiving Waltz - Jay Ungar and Molly Mason
A Grateful Heart - St. Paul's Cathedral Choir
Back Home Again - John Denver
We Gather Together - Glad
Count Your Blessings instead of Sheep - Bing Crosby
Thanksgiving - George Winston
Cherokee - Wynton Marsalis
Sweet Potato Pie - James Taylor and Ray Charles
Come, ye Thankful People Come - Festival Choir and Hosanna Chorus
Thanksgiving Song - Mary Chapin Carpenter
Plymouth Rock - Count Basie
Grateful and Thankful - Francis Dunnery
Autumn Leaves - Bill Evans
But Thanks be to God (Messiah) - John Alldis Choir
Gobble Gobble Gobble - Hilary James and Simon Mayor
Gravy Waltz - Oscar Peterson and Ray Brown
Thanks to our Father - Children's Songbook
Thanksgiving Theme, Charlie Brown - Vince Guaraldi Trio
Five Fat Turkeys - Let's Play Music, Red Balloon Album
That's my Home - Tony Bennet and K.D. Lang
Thank You - Ledisi
I've got plenty to be Thankful for - Bing Crosby
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