It’s not easy being green.

Several of my Christian and/or Lutheran friends have made comments about the focus of my new business, as in, “why would you want to launch a ‘green’ store? Are you turning into some crazy liberal environmentalist?”

The answer, shortly, is no.

Below are the things I do care about. They happen to fall under the “save the earth” portion of our language.

1. I care about air quality. Knoxville, Tennessee is one of the worst places to live in terms of air quality. The combination of humidity and pollution in the valley makes it difficult to breathe some summer mornings. We are also one of the migraine capitals of the U.S., which I think is related to the above plus the severe amounts of pollen in the air. (We’re also one of the allergy capitals of the U.S.)

My bottom line about air quality: if there’s a way to prevent pollutants from coming in and/or identify them, why not do it? The GreenGuard certified line of furniture is often used in hospitals and schools, where people have the most fragile immune systems. When my prior company was under construction, all that gas and off-gassing from new carpet and new cubicles and new paint made me sick, literally sick. I like the idea of selling products that won’t make people sick. That’s pretty straightforward.

2. I care about harmful chemicals in cleaning products. Some of that stuff can shred your skin and lungs, and frankly, most of the commercial cleaning stuff smells absolutely horrible. In this area as in others, I’m of the opinion that if God provided us something in nature (in this case fragrant oils and natural extracts and solutions with antimicrobial and disinfectant properties) then we should take advantage of His good gifts and not reject them for a Tower of Babel-like jug of commercial chemicals.

My bottom line about natural cleaning supplies: Tons of commercial cleaning professionals develop asthma and skin issues from the chemicals they use in their work. (There are numerous studies to back this up but this is my personal blog so I’m not going to bother to find them right now.) If there’s a version that won’t make people sick, why not use it? At home we clean almost exclusively with vinegar because nearly everything else triggers a migraine for me. The bonus is that Jonathan can get to work with the spray bottle and rag, which he loves.

3. I care about saving energy, water, and money. This one is a no-brainer; I mean, who doesn’t want to cut soaring expenses? I’ll agree with some of you that when companies post bogus signs like “Use our electric hand dryers and save the environment” they’re ridiculous. Save a tree, ruin a mountain and/or become more dependent on foreign oil? Right. But the general idea of trimming expenses appeals to my German thrifty self. As Dave Ramsey always says, if you get your finances under control you can afford to be generous to and for others. That applies to business as well. Savings can go into research and development to improve the business itself, or into providing employees with better benefits or better equipment.

My bottom line about energy and water savings: It’s just smart business practice, although of course numbers and the lifetime value of products need to be crunched first. But the more you can trim fixed expenses that don’t add value, the more cash flow you have to create value elsewhere. At home, it’s the same concept. If I can cut our energy bill by $100 every month, what could I do with that $1,200? Give extra to the church, support Issues, Etc., put away savings for the kids’ college, pay for violin lessons for Kate…the list goes on and on.

4. I care about God’s creation. This is the one I think Christians get mixed up on. There is a happy medium between throwing trash out the window in defiance of the crazy liberals, and becoming a crazy liberal because you recycle. I guess we’re fairly “crunchy” as these things go; we compost (LOVE; so good for the garden and free), recycle (I really like the fact that all the waste we produce can be reused in some way), eat a flexitarian diet, and try not to microwave plastic.

But that doesn’t mean we’d rather hug a tree than our kids or that we’re confused about the order of creation like PETA is. It just means that we’re aware that God has created this amazing and brilliant biological system that we’re a part of and can use to our benefit–for practical things like composting the vegetable garden and for beautiful things like not littering when we’re on a hike and for healthful things like not eating a big hunk’o'meat every meal. We recognize that our bodies are temples and we should take care of them, and to me that includes not polluting our house with chemicals and driving us all out with the fumes. And we lament our disposable, materialistic society in which nothing is made to last, everything is cheap, and the economy is increasingly based in China. I read Laura Ingalls Wilder with Kate and–while I don’t want to go back to that time–I wish our kids had a better idea of what it’s like to live without so much stuff.

To recap, the business I’m launching has a tagline: “Building Healthy Business.” That really encompasses what I’m trying to do, and it doesn’t imply anything about worshipping Mother Earth or “namaste” or any of that other junk. There might be products and language in my store that lean a bit in that direction with buzzwords like “eco-friendly” and “sustainable,” but that’s just part of SEO and driving traffic with realistic terms that people actually use in their Google searches. Because in addition to being crunchy, I”m practical like that.

Pre-launch days and random observations

I’ve had my head down for weeks now working on putting my store together. It’s a loonnngg and frankly, somewhat boring and mind-numbing process. I have to figure out how a million things work, decide on best practices for how I want the business to look long term and commit to those now, document how to do things so later when I can hire someone there will be some sort of a guide (and plus the guides are good for me, now, as I juggle six thousand million balls and can hardly remember my own name, let alone the process for creating product options in the advanced options tab).

Not that I’m complaining. This is definitely where I want to be and what I want to do. I know because a couple of prospective jobs that have popped up in the last month made me feel sick inside when Derek mentioned them or I saw them on the Indeed alerts I forgot to cancel. All the hard work will be worth it. It’s worth it now, because at 3 p.m. the school bus arrives and I switch to Mom mode, and it’s a nice break. I’m much better at creating processes and establishing quality and efficiency procedures and then letting other people execute. I miss my team of ten at the old job for that reason, but getting away for a few hours after school gives me a better perspective, and I feel encouraged with what I’ve accomplished during the day.

However. The day my designer and I part ways forever will be a cause for major celebration. I like his work, but we don’t communicate well. I think I’m a bit naive about the way other people run their businesses. I just assumed that he’d, at bare minimum, get to know me and my business and my goals by READING THE STUFF I SENT HIM ABOUT MY BUSINESS. Then, because he knew what I was doing, he wouldn’t make a ton of design decisions that weren’t scalable and then act like I was dropping bombshells on him when I said xyz wouldn’t work. Thank God for Derek, who can talk me off the ledge and walk me through the html. It’s coming, but oh, so slowly.

Random observation #1: I discovered this computer app called f.lux that turns your crazy-bright daytime screen to a muted orange nighttime screen. Not only is it easier on the eyes, but it’s supposed to be more calming so you can sleep even after working at the computer all evening. I’ve been using it for a few months and love it.

Random observation #2: Our girls are supposed to go in Friday for literally five minutes to pick up their report cards, unless we send notes asking to get the cards on Thursday. I’m sure it’s some school attendance/state law thing, but seriously. How about good old-fashioned email?

Random observation #3: Some of the manufacturers I’m researching for products for my website are just straight-up crazy. Clean/healthy/natural: good. “We are committed to service, sanctity and integrity for all organic beings in this circle we call life”: nope.

Random observation #4: This story is why you should never, ever post something until you’ve cooled down. To paraphrase Thomas Mann in “Tonio Kroger,” “put your emotions on ice and serve them up chilled!” But it definitely was the best thing I read all day. Punks!

Random observation #5: Old Crow Medicine Show’s “Wagon Wheel” just came up in my Pandora mix. Can we all agree Darius Rucker’s version will never be as good? Thank you.

First communion

confirmation

 

Today was confirmation and first communion for the youth of our church. Kate, who has attended a year of catechism instruction, took her first communion today.

She wore Gianna’s confirmation dress and looked lovely, if a tiny bit nervous.

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Look at that face.

We snuck in a few family photos before the service.

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Jazzed up.

First, Kate went through a rite for first communion.

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Then the rest of the kids were confirmed into the Lutheran faith.

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We pray that all of them will feed their faith by continuing to attend church and receive God’s Word and, now, sacrament. It was a beautiful Pentecost service (even if I did feel like death warmed over).

When we were on vicarage (with, at the time, Baby Kate), our pastor confirmed his oldest son and gave him communion for the first time, and he cried. At the time I had no concept of Baby Kate ever being old enough for such a thing, let alone that she would have a couple of siblings and be tall enough at age 10 to fit into a 13-year-old’s dress and have maturity sometimes deeper than a high school kid. I had no idea why our pastor would be so emotional over a confirmation and a first communion. But now I do. Now I do.

Let them eat cake.

Let them eat cake.

On the way home, I overheard the girls in the back seat discussing communion. Derek had encouraged the kids to take the common cup today, which Kate did. Sophia (this will come as no surprise to anyone) has already decided that the “little cups” are “much cooler” and that “you probably get more wine in them” so she’ll start with the common cup the first week and then switch. Err. I’m debating whether it would be wise to get her over her fascination of what our old organist used to call “Jiggers for Jesus” by letting her play with a new, empty cup first. But then again, she’s only six. She’s still got time.

Tonight, Grandpa and Grandma are treating us to Olive Garden, Kate’s favorite restaurant,  for dinner. Kate said, “Grandpa and Grandma know me so well! They didn’t even have to ask where to take me out for dinner!”

I heart the Avett Brothers

So last night I took four Advil, and Kate and I went up to see the Avett Brothers in Knoxville. Unbeknownst to us, Edie was there with her oldest child, too! We didn’t see her, because there were way too many people, but we had a fabulous time. I didn’t get floor tickets because I didn’t want to be responsible for Kate getting crushed at her first concert, and even though it would have been a blast on the floor, being sick I was soooo glad we had seats.

First, I have to brag that in the parking lot, the guy told me to back in. Now I learned to drive in Cresbard, South Dakota, population 200, stoplights 0. There’s no need to back in to spaces, parallel park, or any other sort of fancy driving there, so basically I’m the person who will park six blocks away and walk rather than parallel park or back into a space. However, I did back into the space, and I even made it between the lines. Success!

 

backed in


We had so much fun, Kate and I. Here’s the thing about the Avett Brothers: they’re actually good singers. They sing just as well live (if not perhaps better, because they’re putting on a show) than in the studio. There’s no need to fix up their voices in the studio because they can hold a tune in real life. Scott has the deeper, grittier voice and Seth’s voice is buttery smooth, making it sound so easy. They’re distinct and fabulous individually, and together make gorgeous harmonies.

It seemed to us that Scott had some sort of cold, as he gulped water the entire concert, his voice was sort of cracky and gravelly, and Seth did a bigger portion of the singing, but even still it was absolutely fantastic. They’re so versatile, jumping from guitar to banjo to piano to drums to harmonica to electric guitar, and singing nearly perfectly all the while.

(I should note at this point that my musically snobbish/classic pianist parents would be rolling over in their graves were they in their graves, and since they’re not I’m probably inching them there sooner with this post.)

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My beautiful date.

The other thing about the band is you notice right away they have a LOT of really loyal fans. Everyone sings every lyric to every song, not just the “good” ones. Because really, nearly all of their songs are good. I can’t even pick a favorite, though they played tons of my favorites last night, including Slight Figure of Speech, February 7, Go to Sleep, Life, Paranoia in B Major, Live and Die, and the kids’ very best favorite, Kick Drum Heart. (Jonathan loves that song so much, and every time we get to the part where Seth screams instead of sings, he makes his voice all gravelly and he roars out, “Kick Drum, Kick Drum.” I tried for the umpteenth time to get him doing it on video and was moderately successful this time. About 2 minutes in, he finally sort of does it.)

The only one I didn’t get to hear and really wanted to was Sanguine, but really, no complaints. Around 6 p.m. last night I was considering just crawling into bed and skipping out, but I’m so glad I took the Advil and persevered. It was absolutely worth it.

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Kate is gorgeous as always. I look like I feel…sick.

Here’s Kate’s video of February 7. She took some others, but this is one of my favorites.

And here’s a professional version of Live and Die, another favorite. “You rejoice, I complain, but you and I, we’re the same” is totally Derek and me.

I’ve been trying to figure out how to explain why I like the band so much, and I think it’s because if you really listen to the lyrics, they talk about so many big, heavy, weighty, beautiful things, and they seem to really get it, with “it” being the Christian life, in this world, but not of this world. The Weight of Lies is about creating an image of yourself and running away when it inevitably breaks. Ill With Want is about materialism. Live and Die is about choosing to make a relationship work. Slight Figure of Speech is a clever stringing together of cliches to tell the story of how the band went from nobodies to famous. Winter in My Heart talks about depression–”I don’t know what the reasons are.” Down with the Shine is a stand against glorification of physical youth. Murder in the City is about who and what’s important when it comes down to it. Sanguine asks for contentment. Life, which was the last song they played last night before the encore, made me tear up as I listened. It’s about how life is short–”we’re not of this world for long…we will never be”–and about how even though there’s a tension between the sinful world–”Oh, and you and I know all too well about the hell in paradise right here on earth”–there is hope in heaven.

One comes of it
Love it, love it
Let go of it
Love comes from it
We’re not of this world for long

Faith and promise keep me honest
When starvation falls upon us
Daylight told me he would be

Gone with cold words
Spoke among hers
Wretched in the tongue of their world
We’re not of that world at all
We will never be

Wouldn’t it be fine to stand
Behind the words we say in the best of times
Oh, and you and I know all too well
About the hell in paradise
Right here on Earth

Keep it, use it
Build it, move it
Planes can touch our time will prove it
Watch us fly as loud we can
Let her heartbeat change what I am now

Wouldn’t it be fine to stand
Behind the words we say
In the best of times
Oh, and you and I know all too well
About the hell in paradise
Right here on Earth

We let Kate sleep in this morning after the late night, and she was fretting over what to put as her tardy excuse. I said, “Overslept” or “Feeling sick.” Derek said “Went to once in a lifetime Avett Brothers concert last night and stayed up too late but it was totally worth it.” Err, that won’t fit on one excuse line, even if it’s true.

Phantom sick

The past few days I’ve felt awful. My body feels like it got run over by a semi, and my skin feels hot like I got a bad sunburn. But no fever. No sore throat. Nothing else, to the point that I think I’m imagining the whole thing. And then I get up and nope, it’s real. But it’s not.

I skipped choir last night. Tonight, Kate and I are supposed to go to my birthday present concert, the Avett Brothers. Tomorrow night is choir. Saturday is confirmation/first communion cake-making and our choir concert. Sunday is Kate’s first communion. There’s other stuff but suffice it to say it’s the biggest weekend of the year and my skin is hot and my body is achy and I can’t tell if it’s going to turn into something worse and I desperately want to feel awesome and get my energy back for all the stuff we have going on.

The kids have been great as Derek has been gone the past two evenings. Kate made dinner two nights in a row. Sophia rubbed my back last night and suggested that I’m working too hard. Jonathan told me in a concerned tone, “you need to take your medicine and get all better mommy.”

Yes, yes I do. By 8 p.m. tonight, specifically.

On the menu 5.12.13

But first, three quick notes.

1. My mom asked us girls if we wanted some thing she was going to get rid of, and I jumped on the cake platter she got as a wedding present. I don’t have a platter, and wouldn’t that be nice for company? But when it arrived in the mail yesterday, I was totally surprised. I thought she’d hang on to it and tell me I’d have to come out to get it. Thanks, mom.

cake platter

2. I went to Sophia’s Mother’s Day program yesterday. It was absolutely adorable. Her teacher is incredible, and we were sent home with multiple mother’s day gifts, including a book in which Mommy is as beautiful as a bunny. Awww. On the way out, I saw this:

sophia teacher

3. People keep emailing me and saying they can’t comment on the blog. I think Disqus upgraded recently and something’s changed, but I haven’t figured it out yet. Will work on it though because I love your comments!

Now for the menus.

Sunday: Big day: the rededication of our church sanctuary, DP preaching, me teaching Sunday school last minute, potluck lunch, friend Marissa coming to visit after church, and then Mother’s Day homemade pizza with the in-laws. I’m going to do one honey-garlic, so I can get the proportions perfect after the trial run last week, and one pepperoni/black olive/artichoke. Mandatory cheese: fontina, which Jonathan and I adore.

Monday: Only evening this week we don’t have a ton of stuff going on. I’m going to try Lauren’s Pork Tenderloin of Deliciousness, which she got from Southern Living, involving bacon, balsamic, and strawberries. Should be good.

 Tuesday: Derek has a marathon marriage counseling session (for a young couple, not us) at 6 p.m., so I’m resurrecting the turkey pumpkin soup and buttermilk drop biscuits that’s been on the menu for two weeks now but hasn’t been made. At this point the buttermilk is just about to turn and the celery’s gone bad, so I’ll need to refresh the ingredients.

Wednesday: Choir at 5:30. Leftovers.

Thursday: Sophia gymnastics/Kate honors choir/Kate and I Avett Brothers concert (!!): Another busy evening, so Trader Joe’s artichoke ravioli with vodka sauce, extra buttered noodles for the kids, and a salad.

Friday: Choir at 5:30. Chinese Chicken Salad, which is basically a hot stir-fry you eat over iceberg lettuce with a side of rice. It’s my mom’s recipe and we love it.

Saturday: Choir concert 7 p.m. Derek and I were sitting around this morning and I was asking what to make on the final day of the week. Kate reminded me about the Fluffy Ricotta Pancakes, I remembered we’ll have leftover bacon from the pork tenderloin, and Derek pretended to be annoyed at us.

Last week’s recap:

Sunday: Going to Knoxville friends’ house for dinner with a bunch of our favorite couples.  Asian sweet potato salad was a big hit (so was Melanie’s chocolate cake).

Monday & Tuesday: Derek and I will be in Fall Creek Falls for the spring pastor’s conference, which is supposed to be good, although the food will not necessarily be good. (This bodes well for the weight loss, along with all the potential hiking we can do if it doesn’t rain.) We have decided to be Super Coffee Snobs and bring our own coffeemaker, so we can have a truly lovely vacation together. In my defense, it was totally his idea.

The coffee was a great idea. We get up early on East Coast time, and had tons of time to sit around our room, admire the view, and sip delicious coffee before heading off for a day of seminars and very bad fried food in the dining room. I ate salad for three meals in a row, and yes, a few more tenths of pounds were lost.

Wednesday: Choir at 5:30. Turkey pumpkin soup and buttermilk drop biscuits, if we’re home from Fall Creek Falls in time, it’s not 100 degrees, and other such contingencies.

Didn’t happen. Derek and I ate a late lunch on the the way back from Fall Creek Falls, so we had the kids pack up snacky-dinner stuff to eat while we were at choir.

Thursday: I accidentally overbooked Sophia’s gymnastics, Kate’s honors choir, and my chiropractor appointment, so it’s going to be a rush-rush kind of afternoon. Thus, a Trader Joe’s (Trader Giotto’s as he’s known on the Italian labels) vegetarian pizza for supper.

Trader Giotto’s will not make it into the family repertoire. We are all spoiled with homemade pizza.

Friday: Against Derek’s will, Fluffy Ricotta Pancakes. Not that he has anything against pancakes, ricotta, or fluffiness; he just prefers them for breakfast. But he rejected my idea of Huevos Rancheros so I struck back.

The kids and I met Melanie and Roger and their kids at the Beer Market instead, where I had a gift card from my old work. We drank a beer and ordered pizza (green olive, artichoke, feta, onion, and bacon–definitely going to try that combo on a homemade pizza soon). Derek’s parents rescued him from the dreaded pancakes with an offer to eat ribs at their house after choir practice.

Saturday: Our DP and his wife are coming for dinner, and then he’s preaching at our sanctuary dedication service on Sunday. We decided on Spanish cheese and sesame crackers for appetizer, Chicken with artichokes and angel hair pasta with salad for dinner, and rhubarb cake (if I can find rhubarb, because would you believe it’s really, really hard to find in the south?) and bittersweet chocolate mousse torte if I can’t.

Rhubarb at the Kroger! It’s all happening as planned.

Fall Creek Falls

This Monday-Wednesday, Derek and I left the kids in the safe and capable hands of Grandpa and Grandma and went to Fall Creek Falls State Park for the spring pastor’s conference.

First thing we did was drop our bags, lace up our shoes, and go out for a hike to Fall Creek Falls. With all the rain this spring, the falls were gorgeous.


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We hiked down to the bottom and got as close as we could before the spray soaked us.

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Monday afternoon and Tuesday, we listened to sessions with Pastor Wilken (apologetics) and Pastor Weedon (liturgy and mission are not mutually exclusive). Incredibly interesting and riveting, which is why we were really torn Tuesday afternoon about staying for one of Weedon’s sessions and a bunch of District business, or going out on hike #2.


Weedon

Wilken

We chose the hike, this time to Piney Creek Falls, which is smaller but more remote and, we thought, more beautiful. First, we did the suspension bridge over the creek.

bridge

Then on to take a rest in the sun and watch the falls for a bit.

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And back to Fall Creek Falls for another peek from the top.

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On our way back to the conference, we saw some deer. That was when I was starting to miss the kids.

deer

Wednesday afternoon we arrived home. Derek rushed off to a hospital visit and then choir and Bible study, and that evening the girls both wanted to cuddle with me when we said bedtime prayers. With my arms around them (and the two-year-old flailing around somewhere nearby and not quite praying as solemnly as I would have liked), we said our prayers and I tucked them in and was glad to be home.

On the menu 5.5.13

What’s cooking at the Roberts house this week? Just this:

Sunday: Going to Knoxville friends’ house for dinner with a bunch of our favorite couples. We’re all bringing meat to grill plus something else. I’m bringing teriyaki marinated chicken and Asian sweet potato salad. The sweet potato salad is so freaking good, you have to make it to believe it. All the sweet, savory, and spicy flavors come together with soft potatoes and crunchy snow peas and peanuts to create a perfect food symphony. Also, I’ve heard rumors that Melanie’s bringing her famous chocolate cake with chocolate buttercream frosting, which isn’t boding well for the weight loss project.

Monday & Tuesday: Derek and I will be in Fall Creek Falls for the spring pastor’s conference, which is supposed to be good, although the food will not necessarily be good. (This bodes well for the weight loss, along with all the potential hiking we can do if it doesn’t rain.) We have decided to be Super Coffee Snobs and bring our own coffeemaker, so we can have a truly lovely vacation together. In my defense, it was totally his idea.

Wednesday: Choir at 5:30. Turkey pumpkin soup and buttermilk drop biscuits, if we’re home from Fall Creek Falls in time, it’s not 100 degrees, and other such contingencies.

Thursday: I accidentally overbooked Sophia’s gymnastics, Kate’s honors choir, and my chiropractor appointment, so it’s going to be a rush-rush kind of afternoon. Thus, a Trader Joe’s (Trader Giottio’s as he’s known on the Italian labels) vegetarian pizza for supper.

Friday: Against Derek’s will, Fluffy Ricotta Pancakes. Not that he has anything against pancakes, ricotta, or fluffiness; he just prefers them for breakfast. But he rejected my idea of Huevos Rancheros so I struck back.

Saturday: Our DP and his wife are coming for dinner, and then he’s preaching at our sanctuary dedication service on Sunday. We decided on Spanish cheese and sesame crackers for appetizer, Chicken with artichokes and angel hair pasta with salad for dinner, and rhubarb cake (if I can find rhubarb, because would you believe it’s really, really hard to find in the south?) and bittersweet chocolate mousse torte if I can’t.

Last week’s recap:

Sunday: Derek’s birthday! Finally pinned him down to a birthday meal. We’re having his parents and our friends (and their son, our godson) over. He’s ordered

  • Steamed artichokes with lemon-butter sauce for appetizer
  • Sliders with cheddar and hot sauce
  • Arugula salad with lemon and Parmesan
  • Macaroni salad (luckily my MIL is making this because I don’t have a good recipe on hand)
  • Grammy Ardis’s flourless chocolate mousse cake with raspberries and whipped cream

All was delicious.

Monday: 6 p.m. Kate’s school play. Broccoli galette, which we ate standing up at the counter, Passover-style, and made it to Kate’s play with time to spare. And yes, she deserved an Oscar for her performance.

Our little actress.

Our little actress.

Tuesday: Grilled chicken with artichoke pesto. This was in the most recent Cooking Light and the pesto looked fun; it’s basically a can of artichokes instead of basil or arugula. Eh, not bad, but I’d probably prefer regular pesto next time. Derek got a big ol’ steak for his birthday from his parents, a high-end piece of meat from the right side of the tracks, so we grilled that for him. He and Kate enjoyed it immensely.

Wednesday: Choir at 5:30. Turkey pumpkin soup with drop buttermilk biscuits. Not really the season for pumpkin, but everyone loves this soup and it’s easy to make on a rush-rush day as Wednesday always is. Wednesday turned out to be hot, and we had leftover grilled chicken and a small baguette to use up, so I tossed grilled chicken salad and dumped in all the leftovers I could find in the fridge (including black olives, which turned out to be a yummy addition). For the baguette, I used 4 tablespoons of butter instead of the recommended 8 to make homemade garlic cheese bread with a mix of Parmesan and CoJack, the only thing left in the fridge after our Costco run. The bread is soooo easy and delicious, I will never ever ever buy that margarine-laden crap at the grocery store again. Ever. However, note to self: do not make garlic bread on Wednesdays before choir, because even gum-chewing and tooth-brushing will not help your cause.

salad and bread

Thursday: Sophia gymnastics, Kate honors choir. Fish tacos with tomatillo sauce. Another Cooking Light recipe that I’ve heavily modified (I think in order to save 5 calories they add 5 steps). I’m going to mix some leftover jarred tomatillo sauce with a little mayo or heavy cream, cook up the fish, warm the tortillas, and mix up some cabbage with lime juice and salt. And serve. There, five steps instead of fifty.

We actually went up to Knoxville Thursday after gymnastics and used up a long-hoarded PF Changs gift card, and then went to Trader Joe’s to stock up on cereal, cheese, marinara, olive oil, and a few frozen goodies.

FridayEdie’s honey garlic pizza. Been thinking about this since she posted the recipe. Delayed until Saturday! We made fish tacos instead since the fresh fish place is right by the library and the kids and I swung by to restock on books and return movies. 

Saturday: Leftovers or grilled chicken salad (a meal Derek often asks for that seems so simple, I never really think of it). Tonight is HONEY GARLIC PIZZA night. Finally! I actually started mixing the dough last Saturday, but then our friend Susie, who had the girls out, called and said she was bringing Pizza Hut over. I put the dry ingredients away, but then read on Heather’s blog that salt kills yeast, so I’m dumping it and starting fresh. I won’t take any chances.

(P.S. Heather’s pizza is so on my to-make list, too.)

TK Things

1. I love TK, an editorial substitution that means “to come,” as in “TK Ways to Clean Your Bathroom” or “Photo illustration TK.”

2. This post is brought to you by the TrekDesk.

3. I should be writing the eleventy million more paragraphs of copy I need to write for the new site so I can be somewhere around 5 percent done. Instead I’m writing this TK list because my brain is greened out.

4. There’s snow in Colorado. On May 1!

5. Finally I figured out how to get the scale to budge. There’s not much to throw overboard, since I don’t eat fast food or drink soda, besides two things: the kind of food we eat, and the accompanying glass of wine or beer with the meal. I chose Door #2. Salad and bird food is great once a week or as a side dish, but I refuse to actually go on a diet and yo-yo around for the rest of my life. It’s all about portion control, baby, and long-term discipline (says Derek, aka the most disciplined eater ever to walk the earth). So the magic scale-moving is being accomplished by temporarily eliminating the empty calories of Zinfandel and Hoppyum.

6. I love my husband. Even when we are fighting we still love and respect one another, and he’s so calm and rational and patient in a way that offsets, well, me.

7. I just took four Benadryl dissolvable children’s tablets zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Oh, sorry. To combat the Itching Eyes from Hell horror show. They’re making me tired, so it’s a good thing I’m walking on the TrekDesk.

8. Before Derek’s birthday, I asked for and got my own early birthday present: tickets to see the Avett Brothers in Knoxville on May 16, with Kate!!! See #6 re patient and loving. I’ll add “generous” too, because all I got him was buy one, get one free Starbucks coffee.

9. On Sunday evening, we’re getting together with our old friends in Knoxville. I miss them terribly and am excited to see them again and to send one family off to parts unknown aka new job in Missouri.

10. Women’s magazines hardly ever use even numbers like 10 or 25, because studies show they appear to be inauthentic. I mean, 25 ways to save $100 (actually the title of a story I wrote once for Woman’s Day) makes it seem arbitrary. 23 ways to save $100 is totally legit. You quit when you have the best tips.

11. I can’t quit at 10.

Lovely

It poured rain Saturday and Sunday, so much so that everyone who came to church Sunday joked about needing an ark. Sunday afternoon, when I’d just gotten Sophia and Jonathan tucked in for naps, we saw a bolt of lightning so close and an instant, deafening clap of thunder so loud and strong that even Derek and I were freaked out. We ran up to kiss the little ones and make sure the top of our house wasn’t on fire, and then waited the rain out.

(Update: the lightning actually did strike a house  not too far from ours. Fortunately no one was home and there was minimal damage.)

I actually love spring and summer rain in east Tennessee (though I do not love getting three kids in and out of the car in the rain). This morning the trees are especially green and lush.

morningyard

View from the front porch.

Yesterday was Derek’s birthday, and we had a lovely evening with his parents and our friends Christopher and Sarah and their son Charleston, who is nine months younger than Jonathan. We grilled sliders (luckily the rain had stopped and more luckily, Christopher is a chef, so he took over the grilling and I stayed inside to put together the salad and such). Christopher made some sriracha mayo (delish) and the fresh Hoppyum beer from The Market and the artichokes and macaroni salad and flourless chocolate cake were yummy, even if the menu was a little summer-ish and the weather was practically winter-ish.

The girls made Derek and their grandpa giant post-it note birthday cards, did a cheer that was something about “Go, Daddy! Manpower! Daddies rule, brothers drool!” Adorable and hilarious.

Daddy's cards. Grandpa's went home with him.

Daddy’s cards. Grandpa’s went home with him.

And now it’s Monday, and the busy week starts again. Kate’s fourth-grade play is tonight. I’m overwhelmed with the details of a new business and making lists and refusing to panic, although it’s tempting. Sophia’s got Stanford tests this week (and unlike Kate, she feels no pressure whatsoever).

Jonathan is getting over a double ear infection brought on by drainage brought on by the incredible amount of pollen floating around. He’s also getting into Elmo’s Potty Time, the movie, and I Can Go Potty, the book staring Kermit the Frog. We have new and newly-washed Thomas the Train underwear stacked in his drawer. He’s saying “I’m still little,” but we keep having conversations about him turning three in June and then he will be “bigger” and how “bigger” boys go on the potty.

(As an aside, sometimes Jonathan can pull out the southern-est drawl you can imagine. And other times, he sounds like a mountain boy. But when he says “bigger,” he sound exactly like Gru in Despicable Me, which is to say he sounds Russian.)

This boy potty-training gig? I have no idea what I’m doing. Which is why I’m glad we have a man in the house.