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Welp, my “week of Oreo recipes” certainly ended with quite a fizzle, didn’t it? I was bursting with enthusiasm when I made my little announcement that I’d make a different recipe every single day. I hadn’t thought it through for more than ten seconds.  What didn’t occur to me was that I was swamped last week.

I had forgotten that I bought 22 lbs. of chicken breasts with the intent to can them. When I say “can” I technically mean “bottle”. It’s surprisingly easy; all you need is a pressure canner which I’m guessing not a single one of you has. I don’t have one either but my mom does. I’m sure she’ll talk all about it in her novel comment.

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By the way, those are not feathers floating in those jars, as some people have suggested. It’s just, uh, residue of some sort. Or maybe congealed fat? I don’t know. But I now have shelf-stable chicken that hopefully won’t develop botulism and kill my family.

Also last week I had to paint 23 tiny wooden peg dolls for a church project. It was for a re-creation of the first Relief Society meeting. It made sense to me when I thought the idea up but in retrospect it seems a little odd. In my usual style I finished the dolls without a second to spare. I was at the kitchen table serving dinner to my kids with one hand and blow-drying glaze with the other.

 

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Why wasn’t my husband serving dinner, you ask?

Because he has been doing this every day. It’s SXSW. When Austin, Texas swells to about ten million people (this picture is solid people on one of the busiest streets downtown.) He volunteered to run soundboards at a bunch of concerts so he’s getting to do whatever he wants for free. And he’s taking advantage of it.  Fine by me. He deserves to go out and have fun.

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Especially since he never once complained that these three bags of groceries were sitting un-put away for four days. Although he didn’t put them away either. Mellow or passive aggressive? Sometimes it’s a fine line.

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I bought some new rainboots.

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I had to, you see, because it’s been raining a lot lately. Especially on Saturday when I was tromping all over nature with my friend Tamara looking at beehives. Don’t believe me? Behold!
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Despite appearances I do not have a wiener. A beekeeping suit is not the most flattering of outfits. Especially when one is wearing two sweaters and a jacket underneath because MYGOSH!!! ITWASFREEZING!!!

In addition to these fun activities I also had to go to a couple of school programs, including a play in which my daughter had zero lines. So I made faces at her the entire time trying to get her to laugh instead. Because in my house it’s all about being the comic relief.

So, yeah, the Oreos.

I tried my best.

As I mentioned before, it was raining all week. And my kitchen is in the middle of my house with no windows. And the lighting was terrible. So I did a couple of those tutorials outside. You may notice a few shots of lawn in the background. (No, I do not have a mixer in my backyard.)

It was all for you, delightful and lovely readers. I love you that much.

 

Non-disco inferno

September 6, 2011 · 4 comments

in Texas, Weather

Hey, my house didn’t burn down last night! Great news! There are wildfires going all over the areas surrounding Austin (several miles away, but still . . . ) and we have many friends who have been spending the last couple of nights in hotels.

We are far enough away that fire isn’t an immediate threat, but you know fire: it’s wacky.

Just to make sure I have my bases covered I gathered all our important papers, photo albums and laptops in a laundry basket by my door. Just in case. It will stay there til it starts to rain good and hard and Central Texas isn’t such a tinderbox anymore (now I need to find all the various hard drives my husband has our family videos archived on. Talk about a fools errand!)

Mister asked if I had our 72-hour kits ready. This isn’t a 72-hour kit situation, if you ask me. We can drive five miles away, eat in restaurants and buy whatever we need. If the entire city catches on fire, he may have a point.

The weather has been cooling down, though. This morning it was 67º. It’s the first time we’ve been in the 60′s since April. Five months ago. My kids all put on coats and asked if I would drive them to school because of the cold weather. In case you haven’t heard me complain a million and a half times on this blog, we’ve had 80 days of temps above 100º this summer. (Last year we had one). It’s been pretty brutal.

If you are a praying person, please pray for Texas. Not only do we need the rain, but we’ve got Rick Perry to deal with too.

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Austin is a great place to live. If for no other reason that every time you travel someplace else people will ask where you’re from and then reply, “Oooh, I love Austin!” Or “I’ve heard Austin is totally great!”. It’s nice to get that positive reaction, especially after living in Detroit (“Ewwww. Really? Did you see anyone get shot?”) or Utah (“oh”. Meaning either “are you Mormon?” or, if the person asking is also Mormon, “glad you escaped. You’re not from there originally, right?”)

Every couple of months I have somebody write to me because they are thinking of moving to Austin and want to know what it’s like. In order to assuage curiosity and save myself some time, I’ll just put this on my blog. It’s going to take a few entries, though, so I hope you’re in a Texas state of mind this week!

People in Austin are incredibly friendly and are very considerate drivers. They will always let you merge. Most people here are transplants, but the original Texas nice-ness is catchy. (Except for my neighbors from Boston. They are determined NOT to be friendly and want to get back to the cold as soon as possible. Please go! We don’t need your surliness!)

Because many people are transplants and because this is a big college town, Austinites don’t have accents, even the old-timers. If you hear anyone with an accent, they are most likely from elsewhere in Texas. It’s a good thing there aren’t more Texans with accents, because the accent is very catchy. You only need to talk to someone from the country for a little while before you start dropping your g’s at the end of words and start saying “fixin’ to”.

The weather here is hot in the summer. Oh my goodness glory it is hot. If you live someplace like Oregon or Vermont, you cannot even wrap your head around the hotness here. Today is the first official day of Summer and it is going to be our 16th day of temps over 100º. That sort of thing is not normal, though. Last summer we only had two days over 100º. Whatever the temps happen to be, it is kind of humid. Not terribly, like the South; just enough to keep your skin feeling supple. The weather starts warming up in March and doesn’t cool down again until November. Most of the time it’s quite lovely. We even have a tiny smidge of Winter where it gets down into the 30′s and 40′s for a few weeks.

Normally it rains in Austin, too. The kind of crazy thunderstorms that roll in and make you realize that your humanity is pretty insignificant. I love those. During the day, that is. At night they are annoying and a little freaky. There are tornadoes from time to time but not very often. And we are far enough from the coast to not be threatened by hurricanes.

It is usually pretty green around here. Not East-Coast-green, but green for being The West*. There are trees but also Prickly Pear Cactus. Right now, though, we are having the third worst drought in Texas history so everything looks brown and dead. And it’s only June! What is it going to look like in August?

Austin is the gateway to The Hill Country. But “hilly” is relative. The rest of Texas is flat as can be, so a few hills here and there are pretty novel for Texans. The hills are pretty, though. It reminds me of the South of France. Kind of green but kind of rocky too.

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*There is always a debate about whether Texas is a Southern state or a Western State. Texas sided with the Confederacy during the Civil War so I guess that technically makes it Southern. But it has the whole cowboy thing going on which makes it sort of Western. The Eastern half of Texas, where Houston and Dallas are, is definitely more Southern. It’s lush and green and nothing like people imagine Texas to be. The western half, starting at about Austin, seems much more typically Western. It definitely has more of an independent, can-do feel which I think is more typical of the West. S0 my answer is both. Texas is where the South turns into the West.

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Thanks for clarifying, news channel. I thought it might be one of those 98º days that are cold.

If you’re suffering from too much snow and frigid temperatures, here is the foolproof way to end them: Knit yourself a lovely scarf. The whole time you’re knitting, the temps will hover in the 20′s. You will knit madly, so excited to finish! Finally the day will come when you cast off the final stitch. That day will be 71º. And it will not be below 65º ever after.

You will not get to wear your fluffy woolen scarf, no matter how pretty it turned out. Everyone else will be so happy to put on flip-flops once again, and it will all be because of you. You, meanwhile, will enjoy staring at your scarf neatly folded on the shelf until next November. Sigh.

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I know those of you in other parts of the country are rolling your eyes, but can I please get a shred of sympathy?

It’s 16 degrees right now!
In Texas.
We have no gloves.  We have no puffy coats.  I can barely find two socks.
There are just some things I expect from this climate:
Sixty days of temps over 100º? I guess so.
Weather like Minnesota? Never, ever, ever.

Today is one of those days of mothering penance.  A day to pay the piper. In other words, my day to chaperone Cub Scout Camp.

Forecast: 99º and sunny (That’s 37º Celsius, my European friends)

I have no tolerance for heat.  And direct sunlight just about kills me. Sure I can survive a jaunt across the parking lot between my air conditioned car and the air conditioned store.  Anything more than that and I wilt faster than you can say “prickly heat”.  

I don’t even own shorts.  I avoid all situations where they would be required (running, for example).  I stick to skirts and pants. I don’t think hanging with 10 year-old boys seems skirt-friendly, so I guess I’ll need to take a jaunt to the store before my shift on the surface of the sun at Scout Camp begins.

I’m sure I’ll survive.  I may be in a foul mood by the time all is said and done.  No doubt I’ll be feeling fine by Wednesday.  

When I have to go to Scout Camp again.



Zoo-riffic!

June 10, 2009 · 9 comments

in Family, Kids, Texas, Weather

I just got back from taking my kids to the zoo.  This is all I have to say . .

Texas is hot.
The end.

Why, yes it is 85º right now.  Thanks for asking.


I really love rain; I have my whole life. Then I got married and moved to Oregon, and like a candyholic who works in a chocolate factory, I got completely and utterly sick of it. It’s really awful to have children who can’t play outside for months on end (unless you count all the jillions of toothpicks we raced down the gutters).

Living in the semi-arid desert called Utah cured me of that. I began to love rain again. Crave it. Living on the valley floor in Salt Lake we would stand on our back porch and watch the rain move around the area. More often than not the clouds would coyly release a drop or two, then let the rest evaporate.

I was so thrilled to come to Austin where its supposed to rain a decent amount, but is very sunny in the mean time. However, Mother Nature has been very fickle this year and it has hardly rained at all. All during the winter it would rain at night and be sunny during the day. So strange.

But it rained a lot yesterday. And it rained all night. And it’s supposed to rain all day today.

What I would like to do is sit next to the window the entire day and listen to sad music. Because that is the perfect thing to do on a day like this.

(I think we both know that will never happen. But a girl can dream.)