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July 14th, 2008

From Family Fun Cooking with Kids…

for Miss Nan, who is vacationing Down de Islands.

We love this kids’ cookbook best of all (and we have a fairly sizable collection, so we are Quite the Experts over here). My daughter went through and put stickies on every recipe she wanted to make. Would have been faster for her to mark the ones she wasn’t interested in. Heh heh. (Homemade ravioli was excellent, as were Pizza Mummies and “grilled cheese sandwiches” made out of toasted slices of poundcake and frosting tinted yellow. Up next are Popovers, Skillet Lasagna and — I’m hoping, anyway — Asparagus Salad with Sweet Pepper Confetti. Oh, wait. That one isn’t marked).

We subbed plain yogurt for the sour cream, and buttermilk for the plain milk and yum. We left out the nuts, cos while we are nuts, we do not care for nuts. It turned out super-fine. Bon appetit!

From their helpful website (honestly, whatever did I do before Thee Internet?)…

Streusel Coffee CaKe

Moist, buttery, and packed inside and out with brown sugar streusel, this coffee cake is as versatile as it is delicious. You can keep individually wrapped slices in the freezer ready to pop in a brown bag lunch for school, a hike, or a holiday road trip. The recipe itself is short and sweet, but it’s still a great one for aspiring bakers, with lots of measuring, mixing, and other fun cooking jobs.

RECIPE INGREDIENTS:
Cinnamon Crunch Topping
1 1/2 cups pecans or walnuts
1/3 cup packed light brown sugar
2 tablespoons flour
1 teaspoon cinnamon
3 tablespoons cold unsalted butter, cut into pieces

Sour Cream Cake
2 3/4 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup unsalted butter, softened
1 3/4 cups sugar
3 large eggs, at room temperature
1 teaspoon grated lemon zest
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
3/4 cup sour cream
1/2 cup milk

Sweet Glaze
1 1/4 cups confectioners’ sugar
2 tablespoons milk
1. Butter a 9- by 13-inch cake pan. Dust the pan with flour and remove the excess by turning the pan upside down and tapping the bottom. Heat the oven to 350 degrees.

2. To prepare the Cinnamon Crunch Topping, first coarsely chop the nuts, or have your child put them in a sealable plastic bag and lightly tap them with a rolling pin to break them into pieces. Then combine the nuts, brown sugar, flour, and cinnamon in a bowl, using clean hands to mix the ingredients. Cut in the butter with a pastry cutter until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs.

3. To make the Sour Cream Cake, sift the flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt into a medium bowl and set it aside. Using an electric mixer, preferably a large stand mixer, cream the butter on medium-high speed, gradually adding the sugar. Add the eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Add the lemon zest and vanilla extract and blend briefly.

4. Whisk together the sour cream and milk. Mix about a third of the mixture into the creamed ingredients until smooth. Then blend in about a third of the flour mixture. Continue alternately beating in the liquid and dry ingredients by thirds.

5. Spread half the batter in the prepared pan. Evenly sprinkle half the topping on it, pressing it lightly into the batter. Spread the remaining batter evenly over the topping. Then cover that layer with the remaining topping. Bake the coffee cake on the center oven rack for about 40 minutes, until nicely browned. A toothpick inserted at the center should come out clean. Place the pan on a wire rack and let the cake cool completely.

6. For the glaze, combine the confectioners’ sugar and milk in a large bowl and whisk until smooth and suitable to drizzle. If needed, you can make the glaze thinner or thicker by adding a little more milk or sugar, respectively. Use a spoon to drizzle the glaze on the cooled coffee cake. Makes 12 or more servings.

an update on The Teeth…

July 10th, 2008

Yeah, that’s a grown-up tooth growing in there, alright. The dentist told us to “push the baby teeth out” with popsicle sticks.

Both kids: “POPSICLES!??!!”

Dentist: “You can re-use the sticks, you don’t have to eat a new popsicle every time.”

The baby tooth in front of the grown-up tooth is hardly wiggling at all — but the one right next to it is. Hmm.

Also, according to Dr. Tooth, this does not indicate that all of the teeth are going to come in crazeee like this — or that the new tooth won’t “float forward.” He also suggested to the kids that they could try his daughter’s tried-and-true method from childhood: Any tooth that is loose, work on it, pry on it, push it back and forth until it comes out.

“It would usually take her two, three days. All of her teeth were gone by age nine.”

Wacky Boy: “Then I’ll be able to get LOTS of money from the tooth fairy!”

“Yeah,” the dentist told him. “You’ll never have to work a day in your life.”

she cursed us

July 8th, 2008

We’re at the orthodontist’s yesterday, to get started on Phase I of Project Braces for my daughter with the crookedy teeth and the crazy jaw. (Estimated cost ’til completion of project, as of yesterday when we did a worksheet: $7,000. Insurance will pay: Nothing.)

“So, you’ll be next!” the tech says, perkily, with dollar signs in her eyes, to my son.

I say, “NO! He has my teeth! Straight! She has her father’s teeth.”

“Sorry, sorry, of course, I can see that now,” etc. sez the tech. “Did your husband have braces?”

“No,” I tell her. “My father-in-law has a thing against orthodontists.”

Today, Wacky Girl tells me, perkily, with dollar signs in her eyes, “We can’t eat out anymore. You’re saving for my braces.” Of course. Of course I am, honey. I can see that now.

Not ten minutes later she tells me I need to look into her brother’s mouth.

“There’s something real weird going on in there.”

She’s right, there is something weird going on in there. A great big grown-up tooth, his first, snuggling up right behind his baby tooth. (Which is not wiggling, by the by. Which is firmly holding on to its own real estate, smack up against the big boy tooth.)

She tells him, “You’re like a crocodile! With double teeth!”

He grins a big toothy grin at her.

“Maybe your great-great-great-great grandchildren will have the same problem!” she says, like this is the coolest thing that has ever occurred to her.

At least I won’t be responsible for their dental bills.

We’re seeing the dentist tomorrow.

we have some business to take care of at home

July 6th, 2008

“It was our own moral failure and not any accident of chance, that while preserving the appearance of the Republic we lost its reality.”

— Marcus Tullius Cicero, statesman, orator, writer (106-43 BCE)

The kids and I have had a great couple of weeks, swimming, celebrating birthdays, staying up ’til midnight. On Thursday we actually made it to the park to play and have free lunch. Yes, free lunch. Oh, free lunch, how I love thee. (more…)

Junie B. Jones, headin’ to Portland, Ore., and other cities along the way…

June 13th, 2008

Junie B., on trying to stay calm until Show-and-Tell:

“Yeah, only I don’t actually know if I can do that,” I said, “‘Cause I’m already trying to be calm. And this is how I’m turning out.”

— from Junie B., First Grader “Aloha-ha-ha!”

Dear, dear readers,

It is a sad day for a parent when her child outgrows Junie B. Jones and Elmo. (more…)

“Picture me/under a tree…”: On working and having a career

June 9th, 2008

Do you ever, those of you who are parents, wonder if you’re traumatizing your children? (If you’re not a parent, substitute “co-workers” or “pets” for “children.”)

I, myself, never wonder. Because I know it. I know that every single day I am trying, and failing, to not traumatize my children. (more…)

the sweetest damn story

June 4th, 2008

I love this. Thanks to Ms. Zip for sending it along.

dang it, I’m YouTube happy

May 27th, 2008

“Charlie bit me!”

Was (Not Was) — Spy in the House of Love

May 27th, 2008

You know, when you think you have a 5:30 meeting, find a sitter, get your day set, then the meeting is canceled, YES!, pick up the kids, pick up the groceries, are reveling, nay riotously celebrating having the night off, unexpectedly… then you remember no, we forgot piano.

We never figured piano into the original 5:30-meeting-sitter-dinner-late night equation. Huh. How did we forget piano?

Then you think, damn Monday holidays, anyway. No! We need Monday holidays! It’s just… it throws my whole week, y’know?

Made it to piano, made it home (again), now it’s time for a nice glass of Bad Girl Blanc and a little Wuz (Not Wuz).

Yes.

I Am… Iron Man…

May 16th, 2008

OK, usually, dear readers, I think you know that I do not do that thing of trying to transfer a particularly annoying song from my head to yours. It’s called… what is the Internet expression? I cannot remember. Song transference or something.

But this is kinda an emergency.

It’s Iron Man. Ozzy, why must you torment me?

A couple of weeks ago, Hockey God asked me, “Why do our kids know all the words to Iron Man?” I’m all, “Their P.E. teacher.” (Wild guess.)

(And who is also why they know how to play Soak ‘Em, have learned some square dancing dances, have incredibly fun field days and is pretty much the only reason they agree to go to school. They love their P.E. teacher.)

“I am the ice cream man/
running over kids/
in my big white van…”

Yes, that’s all they’ve been singing for two weeks solid now.

Head. Hurts. Make it stop? It goes to your head, it leaves mine, yes?

wm

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