Thursday, July 19, 2012

An Ode to the Onion

I have such memories of onions. My first is of eating entirely too many little green onions from my grandparent's garden when I was very young. I remember the taste of the 7-Up that my mom administered to combat the belly ache that followed.

I will forever think of the onion sandwiches, crafted and adored by my mom, thickly spread with butter on white homemade bread with a fat slice of crunchy white onion grinning out from the middle. I never asked her to share that particular delicacy with me.

The french onion soups of my childhood have ruined me for most soup offerings in my adulthood. The smell of beef broth and sautéed onions still carries me back a few decades and makes me hungry for soppy croutons and thick broiler-kissed cheese.

And then...

I married a man who can stand neither the taste nor the smell of an onion.

Such is life.

I'd since cooled my relationship with the lovely onion, using it only as a minor character in soups and sauces and then, only diced and chopped and cooked so that only the faintest hint of taste peeked through. How awful, I reasoned, would it be to greet my Man at lunchtime or at the end of a long day reeking of the scent he loathed?

And then...

I found a way to have my onions and eat 'em too, and oh how I've welcomed these little beauties back into my life.  You need 'em in your life too, I'm sure. Very sure.

What you see, are red onions, sliced and tamed and kissed with just a whisper of sweetness.  They've made such a difference in my summer. Seriously...no drama, or exaggeration. When I wake up each morning, it's not long until I am thinking about what I can have for lunch that will be worthy of topping with these babies. After lunch, I begin similar plans for dinner. 

Enough jabber, here's how you too, can begin your onion obsession...

Recipe by Mollie Katzen in Salads

First, gather the equipment you'll need: 
two decent-sized bowls
(one for the sliced onions and one for discarding onion skins)
one quart jar (or two pints) for one recipe 
(or a tightly sealed container that you are confident won't make a mess in your fridge should it tip over!)
your favorite sharp knife
a cutting board placed atop a slightly damp towel (to prevent slipping)
a tissue or twelve...you are working with onions!

Ingredients for a single batch:

a teapot of boiling water
4 red onions
1 cup apple cider vinegar
1 cup room temperature water
3 tablespoons brown sugar
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon whole peppercorns 
(or a teaspoon of freshly ground pepper if you can't find your peppercorns)

 Cut the top and bottom off of the onions and remove the papery skin. Then slice the onions in half, making half circles of the rings.
 Then, lay the onion on the cut side, and slice into the width that you'd like to enjoy on your salads, beans, soups, barbecue, you get the idea.
 My slices always end up in various widths and that works just fine. 
The ideal is probably less than 1/4 inch.
 Set the onions aside while you prepare their "bath". 
First, put a kettle on to boil, or a pitcher in the microwave. All baths need really hot water.
While water boils, combine the rest of the ingredients except the onions.

 Vinegar and water...

and brown sugar which can be adjusted to your liking, my liking is 3 tablespoons.
Finally, the salt and pepper. Stir until the brown sugar has dissolved.

Place sliced onions in a colander in the sink and pour the boiling water over them slowly. This causes them to wilt just a little.
Allow them to drain well then remove them to the quart jar or pint jars (or very trusty sealable container).
You'll want to smush 'em in there pretty tightly because they wilt a little more as they absorb the vinegar and you want a full jar. A really full jar. I'm sure.

 Pour the vinegar mixture into the jar until onions are covered then add the lid.
Now for the hardest part...
Allow the jar(s) to sit on the counter for 3 to 6 hours. 
After about 6 hours you can enjoy your onions, but they are at their peak after an overnight soak in the fridge. So, tuck 'em into the fridge and tell them good night.  
Then when you wake up in the morning, you may begin planning for your lunch...

These are super on salads, pulled pork barbecue, tomato sandwiches, pasta, beans, rice, the possibilities are endless as is their shelf life in your fridge. The recipe says they "keep practically indefinitely" but that's not true here as they are a happy favorite of Kate, my most challenging eater!

Monday, July 16, 2012

On a technicality...

The same piano notes played over and over, eventually those five notes became cha cha dancers on my last enduring nerve...

"Kate," said I in a sing-song voice, meant to communicate long-suffering, "I don't think I can take anymore of that."

Immediately, and to my great astonishment, the notes continued and maybe, possibly, unbelievably they grew a bit louder. I paused and listened to the series of notes repeat themselves once more. I wondered for a moment...had I only made the desperate plea for silence in my head and had not spoken the words aloud? No, I was confident that I had said it with my actual voice to my actual daughter who was sitting at that actual piano playing those same five actual....

"KAAAATTTTEEEEE!!!!  I told you to STOP, that I couldn't take it anymore! Why are you still playing that piano?!?!?!"

"Mom," she explained with an audible grin in her voice from the next room, "You said you didn't THINK you could stand it anymore."

(She had me, if only on a technicality.)

"Thanks then, for helping me make up my mind, do NOT play another note, NOW I AM CERTAIN that I cannot take anymore!"


Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Dear Mom...

First of all, thanks for being so excited when I called to tell you that the little girls and I were coming to visit while the big kids and my Man are at youth camp for the week. It does seem kind of fitting that I'll turn 40 while at your house, since we were together on the same date 40 years ago.

Also, thanks for not saying, "Oh, I see, since all your help is leaving, you're coming home for help!"

You are so gracious...remember that.

Remember yesterday when we got here and you showed me where the Sting Kill was just in case someone got stung by a bee? I rolled my eyes a little, thinking about what a worrier you were...

...well, when you went out to run that errand today, Kate got stung by a bee. I heard her scream from inside and got the back door opened just in time for her to come barreling through screaming, "BEE, BEE, BEE!" She threw that foot up on to your kitchen table and there it was, a stinger hanging halfway out of her long skinny foot. I grabbed the knife and tried to slice the exposed piece of the stinger off all the while explaining to Kate that I was not going to cut her foot, just like you did for me when I was a little girl with a bee sting.

Unfortunately, when Kate saw the knife, her hystaria kicked into a whole new gear and Molly came in to offer moral support by hovering as close to the patient as possible without getting near that menacing knife.

I'm not certain that I successfully removed the stinger from Kate's foot and may, in fact, have made matters much worse by giving up and pulling the awful thing out of her foot with my fingers so that I could get that Sting Kill into action post haste!

Kate decided that the sting kill needed some help and asked for the old fashioned baking-soda-and-vinegar-fizz trick. It was while I was gathering the fizz ingredients from your well-labeled pantry (thank you very much) that Molly spilled a very large glass of iced tea all over that lovely table runner that you sewed your very own self and which matches your kitchen perfectly. I've rinsed it out and laid it out to dry.

Growing increasingly worried about the possible bee venom surging through Kate's foot, I began searching for the Epsom salt. I called Sudeana and Dad (at work) to see if either of them knew where you kept that sort of thing and each suggested a few places to look, but I still couldn't find it.

I loaded a bucket with ice and knew all would be ok when Kate began to complain that the water was so cold that she couldn't feel her foot.

"Great!" I reasoned, "I guess that means you can't feel the sting anymore either. Keep your foot in there."

It was the onset of all of the jiggling, wiggling, and near thrashing about as a result of her frozen foot that caused Kate to spill Molly's cup of grape juice on your new patio cushions (that you made your very own self). I rinsed them out too, as much as I could. Perhaps you would consider turning the cushions over to hide the spot if it doesn't come out?


I know you've only been gone for forty-five minutes and the when you come back you'll be able to find the epsom salt and put the world back in order and the knowledge of that is so comforting. I'm also aware that this is only our first day here. Surely things will calm a bit!?

I'm so sorry for all of the destruction that was set into motion by one little bee, and one little girl, who, when she was told by her mother to put some shoes on before going outside

...rolled her eyes a little.


Monday, July 9, 2012

The Olympics...Already?

Nothing on the schedule. Not a thing. Nothing for morning, nothing for afternoon, nothing for evening, nothing for nighttime. No children's activities, no lessons, no appointments, no NUTHIN'!   I made a full out run for the porch first thing with a stack of books and a journal and for one solid hour I soaked up all of the wonderfulness that empty time had to offer.

I stopped reading after a bit because there were so many things I wanted to accomplish with the rest of the day. Laundry, as always, awaited. Dishes too. I wanted to make pickles, clean off my desk, plan the week's menu, clean a nagging basement corner, and deliver some hand-me-down clothes to their next wearer, and maybe I'd have the time to listen to a sermon series that I think is worth my time.

"I've got more planned in my mind than I'll ever be able to get to." I told Meg early in the morning as we were celebrating our empty day. She too was inspired by all that the day could be and eventually gathered a meeting of her siblings to discuss the possibilities.

The meeting adjourned with all parties in agreement: "Today, we are having The Olympics," they announced with a certain gravity. "The events will be a running race, baseball, soccer, scooter races, and kickball."

Wow, I thought, they too have more plans than they'll ever be able to accomplish! I didn't say it aloud though. Kids need to dream a bit and to have big plans. The day itself would prove to them that their endeavors were a bit too ambitious. I figured that they'd maybe get two good events in before injury, arguments, and rain deterred The Olympic Games.

I headed inside to begin my list of aspirations and the kids began theirs...


Kickball...



The 500 meter dash...




Soccer...


 Baseball...

Scooter race...

...Cherries...

CHERRIES?! In the Olympics??

Yes...for the Cherry-pit Spitting event...





(the Judge)


I may have been a bit pessimistic about what the kids could accomplish in a day, or about the weather, or about their ability to get along for the entire series of events. They certainly accomplished what they had set out to and them some. They even wrapped up the day with a sort of...closing ceremonies...

As for my day? 
Did I get piles of laundry folded? No.
Pickles pickled? Zero.
 A couple of dinners whipped up and tucked away in the freezer? No.
Sheets changed on the beds? Nadda.
Any chapters read? Nope.
Clothes delivered? No.

What did I do with the valuable day laid out before me?

Mostly, I followed the Olympians around and took their pictures!

In short, we all counted the day a great success!


Thursday, July 5, 2012

A Little Frolicking on The Fourth...


"Can I ride the planes now?"

"Sure," I grinned, "it'll be your last ride tonight." 

It seemed natural to finish with the ride she'd been eyeing all day but, because of the excessive heat, had yet to enjoy. My Man went with the other kids to what would be their last ride of the evening and we agreed to meet in time to watch the fireworks together. Then we would begin the four-hour journey home. 

Molly and I got into a deceivingly short line and began the creeping ascent to the mini helicopters that made a plodding loop above the section of the amusement park that our gang had been frequenting for the greater part of the day.


As we awaited our turn, we chatted about the adventures we'd had on our trip, about all of the interesting sights we could see from our vantage point above the park, about someone she knew who spoke English (?!), why we had to wait in line, and about what color our helicopter would eventually be (pink, we hoped).

After a much longer than anticipated wait, we were escorted to our pink (yea!) helicopter, buckled in, and started on our treck through the skies. 

Just after "take off" we were treated to the beginning explosions of the fireworks show. Our ride was going to take a few minutes and, assured that my Man and the rest of the kids were seeing the show, I settled back into my ever crawling front row seat and pointed again and again to the display out our window.

Molly, as it would happen, was not nearly as thrilled as I to be sitting in just the right place, at just the right time to see the fireworks as the patriotic music thundered below and above us. 

"Why do they keep popping?" she wanted to know.

"Because today is July 4th and July 4th is America's birthday. The fireworks are to celebrate."

"Oh." she said, "is she a big girl or a yittle [little] girl?"

"Who?" I asked, soaking in the display, now to our right.

"America, is she a big girl or a yittle girl?"
Oh dear. 

Note to teacher...please begin course of preschool political science ASAP!

She's getting a better grasp of things today...




...I think?!

Friday, June 29, 2012

VBS giveth & VBS taketh away...

Vacation Bible School ended yesterday.

The end of VBS means that today (the day after) we will be experiencing the gentle led down that frequently follows such commitment-heavy, oh-so-worth-the-investment-of-our-family's-time-and-energy, friendship-building, fellowship-strengthening, endurance conditioning events. 

The end of VBS also brings the finale of my niece Sophie's annual pilgrimage to our home to attend VBS with her cousins. 

The first day of VBS always brings with it her much anticipated and joyful arrival to the festivities. 

The next days find Sophie finding her short-term, albeit important, place among her cousins in the rhythms of a five-kid existence. 


Sophie is the oldest child in her family, 

...but when she joins us, she lands smack-dab in the middle of our four. 

It is an interesting study in birth order to watch the shuffling take place, if only for five days, as each of the younger kids scoot down the line to make room for our VBS gal!


Sophie fits in beautifully!

The last day of VBS brings with it the fine sense of completing a rewarding week of summer Jesus-learning...

...but also brings the exodus of Sophie from our summer. 

And such a looked forward to part of our summer she is! 
We just can't believe that she's here when she finally arrives...


...and we just can't believe that the week has ended when it's time for her to return home.


The weeping and wailing that marks the end of the last night of VBS is pitiful, sometimes even beginning before bible school makes its final wrap-up on the last evening. This year the tears remained swallowed down until we returned home to pack the last of Sophie's belongings and to see her safely into her mamma's care.

The good-bye hugs were soppy.

Soppy and drippy.

If the amount of tears was any indication of the level of fun enjoyed by our merry gang this week, we'll count it a great success!!


"...the barefoot kids sharing a long game of cousins and summer..."

~Barbara Kingsolver in Animal, Vegetable, Miracle

Monday, June 25, 2012

Go, Go, Go...Be, Be, Be

If I had driven in a straight line today I would have made it half way to Kansas. Instead, I drove to golf camp, theater camp, to the library, home for car snacks as we whizzed by, and back once more to golf camp before finally returning home. Kate, Molly and I logged three and a half hours in the car this morning!

Happily, when we parked the car in the garage, we had nowhere else to go all evening and for that we were thankful! Our summers are like that... go, go, go then sit and be, be, be. I enjoy the going as much as the being especially when both states of existence are fairly balanced. The going would be so frantic if not balanced by the peacefulness of being. Conversely, the being would tend toward boring if not punctuated by the action of the going.

The girls and I were in the midst of a frenzy of going one day. Store to store, one errand after another, wearing our collective patience thin, the day was becoming an exercise of merely getting one foot in front of the other. It was nearing lunch time, so we decided we needed to hurry and get home before hunger joined the other symptoms of our drudgery.

Headed toward the check out, we happened upon a display of odd fizzy drinks in cans that were marked clearance...one of the girls remarked that at that price we could get drinks for all of us for nearly nothing.  One thing led to another and we left the store with plastic bags full of picnic potential!


Our go, go, go day was tipping dangerously toward frantic until an orange-flavored fizzy drink from the clearance section balanced it perfectly with a lovely bit of be, be, be.



“Our life is frittered away by detail ... simplify, simplify.”
-
Henry David Thoreau

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