Plenty Rich ‘N Thick Hot Chocolate

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Well, it took until February 15 to reach the last of the new recipes used during our family Christmas celebration. It may take longer than that to lose the weight gained from sampling all those new dishes.

But let’s not go there.

Today’s recipe came about by accident. We didn’t celebrate Christmas with the kids until New Year’s Weekend, so a few days before they arrived, I made a Wal-Mart run to see if any post-Christmas bargains remained. I hit the motherlode in the aisle where the Christmas baking items had been marked down by 50% – including Bakers Unsweetened Chocolate Baking Squares and Ghirardelli chocolate baking chunks which the local grocery stores were selling at full price.

Score!

I picked up bags of everything and used them for stocking stuffers, which our foodie kids absolutely loved. However, they weren’t sure what to do with the Bakers unsweetened baking squares. But I remembered how my mom occasionally used the unsweetened squares to make hot chocolate. So I found a recipe for rich ‘n thick hot chocolate online. The recipe sounded so rich and thick, I doubled the amount of milk and halved the sugar.

And guess what?

It was still plenty rich, thick, and sweet. It was also as delicious as Mom’s used to be. Now, without further ado, here is the recipe…which is much shorter than the introduction to it.

Plenty Rich ‘N Thick Hot Chocolate

1 cup water
2 ounces Bakers unsweetened baking chocolate
1/4 cup sugar
6 cups milk
1 teaspoon vanilla

Place water and chocolate in cereal bowl. Microwave for 1 minute. Pour into heavy medium saucepan and continue cooking over medium heat. Whisk until mixture is well-blended. Add sugar. Mix well.

Bring to a boil on medium-high heat. Boil 3 minutes, stirring constantly. Gradually add milk, stirring with wire whisk until well-blended. Stir in vanilla. Reduce heat to medium.

Cook until mixture is heated through, stirring occasionally. Serve hot.

Our Grown Up Son

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A couple weekends ago, we visited our grown up son and his grown up wife at their grown up house in Wisconsin. They showed us the sights in the area, including a visit to his new workplace.

More than once during the weekend he said, “I have a grown up job,” with wonder in his voice and a shake of his head. “I’m a grown up.”

Allen’s sense of wonder pervaded the entire visit as he and our new daughter showed us around his office, drove us through the grounds of a nearby historical site, showed us the sites in the closest city.

The wonder invaded my soul and Hiram’s too, as we sat in the kitchen and watched this lovely, grown up couple prepare meals for us.

Omelets for breakfast the first morning,
Roast chicken and scrumptious new potatoes ala Julia Child for supper,
crepes for brunch before departure the next day.

I watched them cook and saw
our baby boy on the kitchen floor banging on pots and pans with a wooden spoon,
our preschooler sitting on the counter to peer at what was in the mixing bowl,
our kindergartener standing on a char, “helping” crack eggs (and eggshells) into a bowl,
our 7-year-old learning to make Kraft Macaroni and Cheese all by himself,
our middle schooler baking cookies,
our high schooler sliding frozen pizza into the oven,
our monk baking bread in the monastery kitchen,
our farm hand showing me how to stir fry kale,
our son and new daughter cooking for us three lovely meals.

The wonder hovered round us all that weekend. It was in the car as we drove away. It’s been in my smile and Hiram’s each day since we’ve been home. It wells up inside me and flows down my cheeks as I write. It lulls me to sleep each evening and greets me when the alarm clock rings each morning.

Our son is grown up.
He’s married to a grown up wife.
He lives in a grown up house.
He has a grown up job.
He cooks grown up meals.

In wonder, we bow and give thanks for what God has done.

Blog Envy

I have a bad case of blog envy this morning. It started when my husband borrowed my camera to take guitar-making pictures to post on his website. Pictures like this

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and this

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and this

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and this

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to engage the world in the construction of the guitar he’s making. Pretty cool, huh?

So cool it gave me a raging case of blog entry because guitar makers like Hiram, my friend Clare who blogs at www.NanaClaresKitchen.com, and other crafty souls – even the Decorah eagles’ nest – can post engaging, fascinating pictures people flock to see.

Writers have no such advantage. I suppose I could post pictures of a manuscript rough draft like this

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and then post an update when a new sentence is added, like this

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or jazz things up by highlighting de-dangled participles, like this

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to get people excited about what I’m writing. But the progress of a bunch of words on a page will never be as interesting as the building of a guitar, making cashew chicken, or waiting for baby eagles to hatch. This explains why we writers are so often such tortured souls. We slave away in front of our computers, wrestling words into stories while the rest of the world makes visible progress on guitars, meals, and other stuff that’s for the birds.

But no more blog envy for me. I won’t grow bitter. Instead, I’ll spend the morning purging my manuscript of exclamation points and commas and poor grammar. It’s not a glitzy job or an easy one, but somebody has to do it.

Such is the life of a writer.

Sigh.

 

Where Were You When John Glenn Orbited the Earth?

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February 20, 2012 – this coming Monday – is President’s Day. It is also the 50th anniversary of John Glenn’s space orbit of earth. For those of us who were alive on that momentous occasion the question is this: Where were you when John Glenn orbited the globe? Do you need a minute to think about it? Well, while you do, I’ll report on my February 20, 1962 whereabouts.

I was in kindergarten. I looked kinda like the girl on the left in this picture.
Except wearing winter school clothes, not a summer play outfit.

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And I wasn’t standing outside with my great uncle Phil and my sister. I was sitting cross-legged (or as our teachers said back then “Indian style”) on the gym floor at Franklin School.

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But I wasn’t the only one sitting cross-legged on the floor while my feet fell asleep. About 60 other kindergartners and two frazzled teachers (though they sat in folding chairs when they weren’t scolding kids who couldn’t keep their hands and feet to themselves) were sitting with me. We kindergartners stared at an itty, bitty TV on the stage at one end of the gym and tried really hard to keep our hands and feet to ourselves and use inside voices. But, we were pretty pumped about watching TV at school, especially after one of the kids said the teachers were gonna let us watch cartoons. Which I found hard to believe because my mom was a teacher, and she never allowed us to watch cartoons at home.

Still, we were hopeful.

Until one of the frazzled teachers made an announcement. “Boys and girls,” she said, “today the astronaut John Glenn is orbiting the earth.” Then, she used a globe and an orange to demonstrate the word orbit. Once that was done, she continued, “Now, we will watch the historic event.” At which point she turned on the television and we all strained to see the orange in space.

Except there wasn’t one.

All we could see was a fuzzy gray and a grayish-white blob moving across the screen. At least we could sort of see the blob. If the teacher pointed at it with her finger. It was pretty boring. So we all started not keeping our hands and fingers to ourselves and not using inside voices until the teachers gave up and turned off the TV. No doubt, they thought their attempt at imprinting a moment of history in the minds of their students was a bust.

But it wasn’t.

My memories of kindergarten are few. Some vague vignettes of trying to lie still during nap time and being a failure at coloring between the lines. Except for February 20, 1962 when John Glenn orbited the earth. That day, I remember clearly.

I remember watching our teacher point his spaceship’s progress through space.
I can still feel my feet falling asleep.
I can picture the wonder on my teacher’s face.
I can hear the excitement in the television announcer’s voice.

Thanks to 2 frazzled teachers, I remember much about the day John Glenn orbited earth fifty years ago on February 20, 1962. How about you? What do you remember? Leave a comment to share your memory of that day.

Three Thursday Thoughts for Valentine’s Week

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Since this week began with a smokin’ episode of Downton Abbey and moved on to Valentine’s Day, it’s no wonder this Thursday’s three thoughts include love triangles. But as for the fixations with hot flashes and Pinterest, I have no idea of their origin.

  1. The minute Lavinia Swire walked into Downton Abbey, she was the doomed member of the love triangle. In our family, we call it the “Bonanza” principle. It’s named after the 1960s – 70s TV western series where beautiful, female guest stars always died. How about you? Did you see it coming?
  2. If a picture is worth 1000 words, is there any place on Pinterest for writers?
  3. If women in their 50s were in charge of utilities companies, they would already have invented heat pumps that could be attached to menopausal, hot flashing women, thus alleviating human suffering and solving the energy crisis in one, fell swoop.

Now it’s your turn. Leave a comment about your Thursday thoughts, even if they don’t include Valentine’s Day, Downton Abbey, Pinterest, and hot flashes.

Leslie’s Blueberry Lemon Scones

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Believe it or not, there are still two more recipes to share from our Christmas celebration, one of which is lemon-blueberry scones. As this post shows, both the younger and more mature (I’m not ready to say older yet) generations of our family takes cooking and baking seriously. Why do I say that? Because this recipe comes once again from niece Leslie who loves to experiment with baked goods.

Leslie made from scratch lemon and blueberry scones for breakfast one day. By the time we arrived, only the pictured scone and half of another one remained. I polished off the half-scone and begged my niece for the recipe. Once again, I forgot to ask where the original recipe came from. Leslie, if you can provide that information, please leave a comment!

Blueberry Lemon Scones

Scones:
2 cups flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons sugar
5 tablespoons cold butter
1 cup buttermilk
1 1/2 cup blueberries
zest of 1/2 lemon

Preheat oven to 400 degrees.

Mix dry ingredients – flour, baking powder, salt and sugar. Cut in cold butter. Mixture should look like coarse crumbs.

Make a well in center and pour in buttermilk. Fold everything together. Do not overwork. Fold blueberries and zest into batter being careful not to mash them. (Leslie says she uses her hands on this step.)

Separate dough into two equal lumps. Form into circles and cut into fourths. Bake on cookie sheet for 15 – 20 minutes, until golden brown.

Glaze:
1/2 cup fresh lemon juice
2 cups powdered sugar
zest of 1/2 lemon
1 tablespoon butter

Mix lemon juice and sugar together in a microwave-safe bowl. Add zest and butter. Microwave for 30 seconds on high. Whisk glaze until smooth, then drizzle over scones.
Note: The glaze is delicious, but I would probably half the amount since Hiram and I are watching our sugar intake. To tell the truth, these lemon-blueberry scones were so delicious, they would taste great without any glaze at all!

Valentine’s Day Likes & Dislikes

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Five Things to Like About Valentine’s Day, 2012

  1. The slow increase in daylight since December 21 becomes obvious on Valentine’s Day.
  2. My afternoon will not be spent supervising a roomful of students on major sugar highs.
  3. Our monthly writers’ critique group meets tonight, which means the evening will be spent with some of my favorite people.
  4. I’m going out to lunch with my husband and mom, the two people who have known me the longest, seen me at my worst, and stick by me anyway.
  5. Coconut, caramel, maple nut, and peanut butter-filled chocolates.

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Five Things to Dislike About Valentine’s Day, 2012

  1. The slowly increasing hours of daylight can not hide the fact that Valentine’s Day is still in winter.
  2. My afternoon will not include sweet notes from young children.
  3. An evening with my writers’ group sounds more fun than getting dolled up and going out to eat with Hiram – him elbowing through the crowds while I fall off my high heels.
  4. I’ll be eating salad at lunch while the people who have known me the longest, seen me at my worst, and stick by me anyway eat burgers and fries.
  5. Marshmallow and cherry-filled chocolates.

What do you like and dislike about Valentine’s Day? Add to the list by leaving a comment!

Mom’s Valentine’s Day Wish

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When Mom and I kept our standing lunch date last Tuesday, I mentioned that our next lunch would fall on Valentine’s Day. “That’s kind of fun, Mom. What would you like for Valentine’s Day?”

She thought for a few seconds. “Well, what I really want for Valentine’s Day I can’t have.” She fiddled with her coffee cup. “So I might as well not mention it.”

“Go ahead,” I encouraged her. “What do you really want?”

“What I really want is a few more years with your dad before his mind went…” She paused and moved her fingers in a circle at the side of her head. Her brow furrowed, and her blue eyes looked sad. “…you know, before he was…”

“I know,” I whispered.

“He wasn’t with me that way long enough,” Mom sighed.

I nodded, not knowing what to say. There are no words for Mom’s loss. Dad’s diagnosis of multiple sclerosis at age 29, less than 10 years after their marriage. The love of her life struck down by multiple sclerosis. The end of her dream of being the wife of a county extension agent and mother to an increasing brood of kids. The loss of the bread winner, the protector, and leader of the family she loved so much and taking on those roles for the next 38 years as Dad slowly failed and finally died at age 67.

Now, 15 years after his death, what does Mom want for Valentine’s Day?
Not chocolate.
Not flowers.
Not a card.
She wants a few more years with her husband as he once was.

I looked at her, across the table, and said, “We can’t know what life would have been like if he hadn’t gotten sick. But I do know the life you gave us was a good one. You raised us well.”

She nodded and smiled. “I did a pretty good job, didn’t I?”

“You did,” I agreed and helped her into her coat and out the door.

Hiram’s off tomorrow, so we’re going down together to see Mom. We’ll take her to lunch at Culver’s, one of her favorite places to eat. Mainly because she loves their frozen turtle custard.

Over dessert, we’ll tease her like Dad did. We’ll talk about his love of ice cream, his silly jokes, his infectious grin, the goofy songs he loved to sing, the cribbage rules he invented as he played.

Compared to what Mom has lost, lunch at Culvers doesn’t seem like much. But perhaps, sharing memories of Dad and indulging in the laughter and dessert he loved will bring him to her in some small way. Perhaps, over frozen custard, we can give Mom a memory of what she’s wanted for Valentine’s Day for years.

Mindful – Recycled

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We’re off to cheese head country this afternoon to visit our son and new daughter, so time is short. Therefore, today’s post is recycled from February 12, 2010 when we were busy planning two weddings. With Valentine’s Day around the corner, both kids nearing their second wedding anniversaries, and my time crunch due to visiting one couple, this seemed like the perfect post.

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I take so many things in life for granted: a warm home, a loving husband, more food than I need, education and job skills, freedom to travel, vacations, a functioning government, friends who stand by me, and the ability to pay our bills each month. These privileges are so commonplace I treat them as my due.

But each time my children call, I’m reminded of a double privilege my husband and I hope we never take for granted. We count their calls as blessings, their voices full of confidence in our love for them, eager to talk about the events of the past week and dreams for the future. The blessing multiplies when they ask for our advice, consider our words seriously, and heed what we say.

I never dreamed of such relationships with my adult children after growing up in the sixties watching the hippies and flower children denigrate and scoff the “establishment.” A bit young to participate in the rebellion, a bit of the ‘60s attitude still managed to rub off on me. My parents’ advice was considered suspect until after our son was born, and we needed all the help we could get to survive his first five years.

So we never expected our children would value our advice before they became parents.  During Allen’s monastery years, we lost our easy relationship with him and believed it was gone forever. But God has blessed our family with restoration though we deserve this blessing no more than any other family. When I talk to our children, I am overwhelmed by the sweetness of God’s grace and acutely aware of families broken by strife, crippled by rebellion. I hold back the tears until after the good-byes and I love yous.

Then I let them flow as I pray, “Please God, make me mindful of your blessings. Don’t let me ever take them for granted.”

Three Thoughts for Thursday

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For the past week, my nose has been buried in the book proposal. It’s off to the agent now – hopefully her nose will be buried in it soon – and my mind is free to think three bookish thoughts for Thursday.

  1. Though writing a book proposal involves fewer bodily fluids than giving birth, they both create big messes to clean up after the deed is done.
  2. In my book, the Super Bowl halftime show was a little overdone. Either that or I’m jealous of Madonna, who is only five years younger than me, can still dance in 5 inch heels. Bet her glutes are stronger than mine, too.
  3. Would it be self-serving to mention that Different Dream Parenting chances of becoming a finalist in the 2011 Readers’ Choice Award depends on the number of nominations it receives at this link from readers like you?

You’re right, it sounds self-serving, so I’m not gonna mention it. I’ll practice falling dancing in 5 inch heels instead.