Sunday Sundaes

I usually spend Sundays with my parents - the people I'm referring to when I say I'm spending time with "my family." Recently, I had the chance to spend a Sunday evening with Harry, Ginny and their three little kiddos: Miss I, who is 5 years old and in Kindergarten, Mr. O who recently turned 3, and Miss M., who will turn 1 just before Christmas. One special tradition that they have in their family is called Sunday Sundaes, and its just as awesome as it sounds!

Here's my sundae glass... with Miss M.'s hand in the foreground...

 The tiny people are getting excited! It's almost as fun to watch them get excited as it is to actually eat the sundae. Almost.

 Here's my sundae: a little vanilla ice cream on the bottom, with lots and lots of mint chocolate chip on the top. Yum!

 Here's the finished product: it features hot fudge, marshmallow liquid topping, and sprinkles!

What did we do after enjoying some ice cream? We played Hungry Hungry Hippos!

This is actually a game I've never played before, but I LOVED it! First of all, it's fun to just keep smacking the lever on the hippo's back over and over and over again. (In our group, this was accompanied by lots and lots of yelling, which made it even more fun). And, more importantly, it's not the kind of game you can really develop "skill" at. So, usually Little Mr. O, the youngest player in the game, prevailed or came close. The adults didn't have to let him win, and that made it more fun for everyone. We all tried our best, and both of the kids did really well! Do you like these action shots?

 Yep, these tiny people kicked butt with the hippos! It was a great Sunday night enjoying another family's traditions! Looking forward to doing it again!

Gone Girl

Recently, my number came up on the wait list for this book at the library! Score! I checked out an electronic copy and just finished reading Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.

I decided to request this book in the first place because I read a few different pieces of critical acclaim for it in the media. As will be true with this little review also, critics of this book tend to give very few details because the book is totally plot-driven and is intended to be suspenseful. I'm not going to ruin the experience for those of you who might be interested in reading it. But, I'll have to say I can't recommend this book.

Let's start with the good: the writing is clear and describes events and places in an interesting way. The book is set in a fictional town just north of Hannibal, Missouri. My parents are both from St. Louis and during our yearly trips to visit, we always drove through this part of the state. I thought her descriptions of the landscape and the demographics were spot on and really enjoyed imagining this story taking place there. The format of the book was also very cool, with chapters alternating between narrators. The chapters also shift among different points in time: at the beginning, the husband narrates the moments after he discovers his wife is missing, which is mixed together with excerpts from the wife's diary spanning the entirety of their relationship. I'm impressed that the author chose to use this style and I think this helped the story move along at a good pace.

The bad? Well, while the book is constructed to be a page-turner, I had difficulty getting engaged with the story because I HATED both of the main characters so much! ARGH! There were times when I tried to determine which one I hated more, but I really couldn't. They were equivalently unsympathetic. The relationship of the husband and wife with one another is ugly from the beginning, and I felt like it just got uglier the more I read. Not being married, I suppose I don't know how accurately this portrays marriage, but it was certainly not an advertisement! I wouldn't say I was looking for Chick Lit when I picked up this book, but I didn't relate to either of the main characters at all. I felt alternately sorry for them and disgusted by them.

I had also heard this book characterized as a "mystery" before I read it, and I think that description was a little bit unfair. While there are certainly elements that are unknown at the beginning and discovered by the end, this book didn't have much in common with other mysteries. Usually, a mystery story is told from the perspective of the person attempting to solve the mystery, usually a police officer, an FBI agent, or a particularly intrepid lawyer (in those Grisham books I always seem to have lying around). This person is seeking out information, synthesizing it, and then moving forward. In this book, the police officers were sort of peripheral characters. To the extent either of the spouses were attempting to discover more, their efforts to do so weren't intelligent or creative, like you would probably expect from a mystery. I would say this book is more about planning a conspiracy than it is about solving a mystery. While a story about laying a trap can be fascinating - like Ocean's 11 for example - it seems to me that it works best when you're rooting for the conspirators to get away with it! For me, that didn't happen here. For these reasons, I just can't recommend this book.

FD: Study

Next up on the tour of the treehouse apartment: the study! One of the most important features I was looking for when I moved out of my grad school apartment was a space like this: a place to keep my computer, my books, and craft supplies so that they could be organized, neat and out of the way. My study has definitely done this job!

I could have chosen a different apartment in this same building that had a larger second bedroom, and having that extra space probably would have been nice. Here's the view from the hallway:

 This room is definitely pretty busy - and practically overflowing with craft supplies!

 Here is a view of the closet - the doors, anyway. The closet itself is filled with stuff! Sometimes I let myself believe that all those baskets of craft supplies are well organized. Seeing them in pictures, though, reminds me that they only appear organized to me. To anyone else, it's a jumble!

 Here are my bookcases, as well as a view back towards the door and hallway. This is where I keep all of my extra bags and purses.

 And here's a shot of the other bookcase, printer and file cabinet. Another area that feels more organized than it looks...

And finally, a close-up on the desk, which is more of the same theme. I'm comfortable working at the desk - which used to be the dining room table in my first apartment - but it looks pretty messy. I certainly use this room as a pressure valve to keep the other rooms in better shape. But, looking at these photos reminds me of how easily that can turn into a big mess. Hopefully my goal in the New Year can be to shape it up in here!

My life is made of awesome

It's true!

Do you know what this is? It's called the Skid Loader and is a bouncy castle in the form of a piece of construction! Ginny and Harry's son, Mr. O, is just about to turn 3. The Skid Loader made an appearance at his birthday party last weekend. It was a huge hit with the kids - and the adults!

After the lunch was eaten, the cake was cut and the presents were opened, the action at the bouncy castle had died down. With Magnolia and Daisy, I decided it was time for us to make our move. We stole out to the backyard and climbed in, even though we're taller and heavier than the recommended guidelines.

First, we jumped. Or, more accurately, tried to jump. I have no recollection of whether it was difficult to successfully jump in a bounce house when I was little, but it sure is difficult now. It requires more effort than I was expecting to actually jump high enough to get my feet off the ground (which I know they aren't in this picture). That, coupled with trying not to fall over or crash into anyone else, made it pretty difficult. When you add on top of all of this the fact that I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe, this was definitely the best workout I've had in a while!

Once the jumping was just too much, we collapsed to the ground and stayed there!

This was the view of a perfectly clear, slightly chilly jump weather:

I know it might be hard to tell from these pictures, but it was really a perfect afternoon! I suppose having three grown women in a bounce house is not the kind of activity that lends itself to easy photographic recording. But, it was still the most fun I've had in a while. My life is definitely made of awesome!

Revenge

One exciting thing about the coming of fall is that new seasons of our favorite TV shows are on in new episodes! Sweet! One hidden gem, though, about these new seasons is that there are new-to-Netflix old seasons available for streaming. Hooray!

One show that I was especially excited to see had joined the Netflix lineup is Revenge, on ABC. Last season, this show aired on Wednesday evenings and I could never watch it. This season, it will be airing on Sunday evenings, another time I can't really watch it. But, luckily, I was able to get caught up with the entire first season on Netflix!

I won't go into too many details about this show because it's totally plot driven and I don't want to ruin the surprise. But, I will say, YOU SHOULD WATCH IT! The main character, Emily, returns to her childhood home to seek revenge against those who had her father wrongfully imprisoned for a terrorist act he did not commit. The show is like an awesome combination of Gossip Girl, CSI, and Sex and the City. There are some funny moments and lots of suspenseful ones. There are also beautiful clothes and scenery and all of the other stories that go along with people living a life of privilege.

At first, I worried that this show was going to be too much like Damages, another great show, which I enjoy but sometimes have difficulty following. On Damages, the plot is so intricate and moves so quickly that I often won't even watch it while knitting for fear of missing something important. The nice thing about Revenge is that it moves a little bit slower - for me, the perfect speed. I can follow the twists and turns even if I do take my eyes away from the screen every once in a while. Highly recommend it!

Broccoli Cheese Quiche

I love quiche! I'm very lucky that I come from a family where everyone else loves quiche too. Apparently, when I was a little kid, my mom and grandma went to the library and researched how to make a really good quiche! About a year ago, I hosted a brunch where I made quiche as the main course. Luckily, my mom shared her recipe with me and taught me her best tips and tricks. Now, I'm going to share it with you!

Ingredients:
Pie Crust
Broccoli
1 small Onion (optional)
1 cup cheddar cheese
3 extra large eggs (or 5 large eggs)
Half and Half
pinch of salt
pinch of pepper
pinch of nutmeg


Every time I make quiche, I use a pre-made pie crust. To me, it's just not worth the extra time and energy (and mess! ack!) it would take to make my own. I buy the kind that are already pressed into the foil pan and in the freezer section at the grocery store, though you certainly could make your own!

The recipe calls for "enough broccoli to cover the bottom." I just cut the broccoli into small pieces and tossed them in until I was satisfied. There's plenty of room in this crust because I bought the "deep dish" kind. It was probably a little on the big side, but that was an insurance policy against winding up with egg mixture all over the place. (Another important insurance policy is the cookie sheet, which was under the pie pan while I was preparing and cooking the quiche.) I covered the broccoli with the 1 cup of shredded cheese.

I decided not to include onion this time. I couldn't buy just one small onion at the grocery store and I really didn't want a whole bag. Also, to me, the only part of this entire recipe that's difficult at all is the chopping of the onion. I buy fresh broccoli that's already cut up, so I just have to make it a little smaller. With pre-made pie crusts and shredded cheese, this whole thing comes together in a snap!

Next, I mixed up the eggs. The only piece of equipment you really need to make this quiche is a 2 cup measuring pitcher. You crack and beat the eggs right in the pitcher to make sure you get the right amount of liquid. I started with 3 eggs because that's what my mom's recipe calls for. I added the spices and whipped them up!

Oh wow - even though this photo makes it hard to see, you can probably tell that the total liquid isn't 1.5 cups, and that's what it has to be! So, the idea is that you add a combo of eggs and half and half to get it to that level. The rule is that you can add 2-3 tablespoons or a little more in cream. If you need more than that, you need another egg!

 To get to this level, I ultimately used 5 eggs and plenty of half and half. At one point, I attempted to measure the half and half, as is evidenced by the measuring spoon in the photo above, but I later realized this was futile. I added plenty of half-and-half (definitely more than 2-3 tablespoons) and made sure to beat it all together with the whisk.

 Then, all you do is pour it into the shell! Super easy! You can tell from the picture above that there's a little extra space in my shell, and the only bad part about that is how this makes the edge of the crust want to break off once its done.

The quiche bakes in a 375 degree oven for 30 to 35 minutes, until a knife inserted an inch from the edge comes out clean. You should let the quiche stand for 10 minutes before serving. Yummy!

Paper Chain

Right now, I'm counting down the days until my surgery. Some people have wondered if I'm nervous about it. While I'm definitely stressed about getting all of the paper work done and having something go wrong in the meantime, I'm actually not worried about the surgery itself. I know it's going to hurt and I just learned this week that I'm going to wind up taking a month off work to recover. But, I know that my doctors are excellent and that once it's done, the aneurysm they're operating on will be permanently better.

With everything there is to get done before it happens, I've been telling myself (and other people) that the 7+ weeks from the date I found until until the date of the surgery are going to fly by. So far, that's only been partly true. I've been busy enough with work and getting things organized with the doctors that the last 10 days have gone quickly overall. But, there have definitely been some moments when I've said to myself, "How am I going to survive? 7 weeks is FOREVER!"

So, during a particularly dull moment at work earlier this week, I had an epiphany: I'll do what all anxious children do to mark the passage of time: make a paper chain!

 Love this: the supplies were all within easy reach. I had a couple of sheets of red paper to spice up what would have been an other-wise boring look.

 I made the chain on Monday, and I knew it needed to be 45 links long. I cut the right number of strips so that the chain would be that exact length. Each strip is a little wider than 1". My only recommendation, if you want to try this at home, is that you can use a narrower strip but it also needs to be shorter. My strips are all 8.5 inches long (the narrower dimension of the paper).

 You start the chain by making one strip into a circle. Here, I did that with the red loop on the bottom. For the second, and every following, loop, you'll stick a strip through flat...

 ... and then pick up the ends and tape them together. Simple!

 And it doesn't take long for the chain to grow. Here's my chain, all ready to help me mark off the days.

 I decided to hang the chain at the doorway to the kitchen. I used three small hooks and some left-over turquoise yarn to hang it up. I make sure the portions that hang down, rather than across, were basically even so that the chain can stay in this position as long as possible, even though I'll be removing one link each day.

 Here's a close-up of the corner. I found that using a small command hook and a bit of yarn worked pretty well to hang it up. I wrapped the yarn around one of the links, so there's plenty for it to grab onto. I also knotted it three times and so far it's been very secure!

One more glimpse. It makes the place look extra festive, doesn't it? You can see, if you compare this picture with those above, that I included the day I made the chain in my count of the number of days left. Originally, there were two red loops on the end by the refrigerator. But, I double checked my math before going to bed on Monday night and realized my mistake. I removed the extra red loop on Monday night and have been taking one loop each day ever since. And guess what? Now, it's only 6 weeks away!