Independence Day was a beautiful day for a picnic on the beach:
Beach Baby (there, on the sand)
Boogie Boardin' Dude:
And Dudette:
Pigskin Passers:
Team Boogie:
Castle Building (& kicking)
& God Bless Freedom of Press:
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Fourth of July ReCap~ The Food (Part 2)
Of course there were the fried things I told you about earlier.
(way, way, way earlier at this point)
Then there were these other, mostly pre-packaged fried things that we haven't yet discussed.
Jalapeno Poppers and Cheese Filled Pretzel bites.
Appetizing...no? (NO)
Some 'DIY' corn pup nuggets:
Before:
Post Oven:
And also, Chili Cheese Oven Fries:
Not to mention some salsa & chips that accompanied us to the shore:
Current Favorite Salsa:
(CHIPS & DIP-the original moveable feast)
And then there were the mini Cherry YumYum pies.
The food with the story attached. (You knew there had to be one, right?)
The food with the story attached. (You knew there had to be one, right?)
You see, I always think about MeeMaw Brewer around Independence Day.
Cherry YumYum was one of her signature dishes and one of our last family gatherings with her was a July 4th.
Now, while Aundree was indeed a beloved family member, by the time I joined the family she was almost completely bats (no offense, MeeMaw... it's okay, we loved you still... Rest In Peace, now)
One of my favorite memories from that July 4th gathering is the memory of cake tossing in the kitchen ,as slightly fictionalized in this old short story contest entry. I re-read over it before linking in- and my bad writing form aside, I still laughed all the way through, because the only thing that didn't really happen in that story was MeeMaw thinking it was Thanksgiving.
... and that is why I make Cherry YumYum on the Fourth of July.
Cherry YumYum pies are terribly easy to make.
(One block of cream cheese, one container of cool whip, Cherry pie topping)
((Also tasty: substitute Nutella or Chocolate Peanut Butter or Lemon Curd or Pretty Much Anything for pie filling))
Fourth of July Recap (Part 1)
The idea was to make a stop motion of the castle being built and then dissolving into the sea. What actually came of it was photo documentation up until about the mid point of the castle's dissolution (when my battery died). Which was not enough to make the stop motion but plenty to make picking photos to share a challenge.
A collage of castle building follows. What started out as a toddler's whim to build a sand castle turned into a group effort (sans the toddler, who found something more interesting to do about 15 minutes after we started)
Eventually, all that remained of our work was the ocean's floor. One thing that stuck out to me was how my boys kept building as the waves started rushing in... They had a vision they wanted to see completed. They worked against the tide to see it realized. Even as doom loomed, they labored on. When the castle did what castles do, they watched with a satisfaction tied to their work, not the dissolution of it's product. I'll bet there's a lesson in there somewhere, if only we dig a little... ;)
FryingThings
In my attempt to bring this little family blog up to speed, we are nearing the Fourth of July
(and it's only August!)
When we were preparing to celebrate America's Independence from the Queen Mother, we asked ourselves "What is American?"
And though we came up with some pretty humorous answers, one that we all agreed on was fried foods. So, a box of puff pastry was purchased, the fry pot filled with oil, and we began to look for creative things to wrap- though we also planned on some hand pies; Cherry & Apple.
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| Gotta let it thaw |
Some of those nuggets are filled with Dark Chocolate JIF- better than a Reece Cup (we tried that too)
Clay's favorite was the ham & cheddar- next time I will try a portion with ham & cream cheese too.
That's it... no real rhyme or reason for this post... just working through a photo archive and thought to share out healthy American eats.
Father's Day
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| PaPa and Grandkids @ Waycross 2013 |
This is one of those days that leave me tongue tied.
Not for a lack of good things to say. Rather for trying to find a new way to say what is good and true and known and noteworthy about the man that is my father.
And then to repeat that quest for the man whose Adventures in Fatherhood I get to watch in 'real time' as he plays dad & hero to my crew of 4.
Words just fail me, that is all.
Lots of people, in assorted tributes today, have pointed out what makes a man a good man- qualities that carry over into their fatherhood, making them, by default, good dads.
Then there are folks who talk about what was missing- either because Time robbed them or because certain qualities or values escaped their fathers (like sobriety.) These people too, are affirming that a good man makes for a good father. Also that those of us blessed to have our father still living here amongst us are truly blessed.
I think that what makes a list about any given father special are those things that only a child or wife would be able to list... the things that others may not know about or spend enough time to see...
So, though the day is drawing to a close and though I've already bumbled through calling my dad and trying to say what words can't capture...and even though we had a nice lunch with Clay and made a batch of cookies to mark this special day- I thought I'd try to share something specific about each man on my respective lists.
The place we had lunch with Clay today has a small stocked pond in back. I took Rye out to see the fish after we ate. There was a large fish swimming all by his lonesome... I say his because he was OBVIOUSLY The Incredible Mr. Limpett.
Looked just like him...
Which brings me to my dad.
No, my dad doesn't look like Limpett.
My dad introduced me to The Incredible Mr. Limpett movie when I was a young girl, amongst many other treasures that were before my time and on a higher shelf than my realm of knowledge afforded.
He kindly brough the good stuff down within reach.
I almost told Riley that the fish was Mr. Limpett... I had to remember she's only 2 and has yet to see the movie. But, I know that someday, she will know who Mr. Limpett is. And I will try to convince her that we have seen him with our very own eyes.
By then, she will have seen a host of other movies or television programs that were passed on to me by my dad, too. Old ones. Good ones.
She will also know what Southern Gospel music is. We will leave the debate about what qualifies music as 'good" for another day... it is getting late :) I know there are some who may read this that do not share an appreciation for The McKamey's
(even though he probably finds himself humming a tune or two from time to time... not that he'd ever admit it....am I right Nick?)
Riley will know her papa, so she will know his music :) Just as the older kids already associate the two together.
First Random Share:
>>On a recent drive in the car we passed the father of one of Chandler's team mates. "He reminds me of Papa" Chandler said..."he's always playing Southern Gospel in his car, at the field"<<
When I saw Mr. Limpett today in the pond, I thought back to the excitement my dad had over sharing certain things in life with us. He has shared things with us from which he has already wrung much joy, the act of sharing bringing him even more joy.
This couldn't be more true of a good and godly heritage. A heritage that has tremendous value and is a treasure I hold close to my heart. I could talk about that long into the twilight.
But I won't.
Today- what I guess I am focused on, is that my dad wanted us to share in the things that he enjoys. He enjoys sharing good things with us. He 'gives us good gifts' (to speak with a King James accent).
I will forever link my dad with Walt Disney... indeed, they have a certain shared ingenuity.
Sure.
But I also remember the zeal with which dad led us through the gates to Epcot.
(yes, I could go for a metaphor about Heaven here... for he has given us the map to those gates with ten times the zeal... and perhaps on another day I will wax poetic about that too...) today, however, it is important to me that he enjoys a world that we are free to dream and invent in.
He has passed that appreciation on to my siblings, myself and my children.
I believe this quality too, - especially as related to Mr. Limpett- is about my dad's appreciation for a good story, as well as good story telling; an affinity he and I share. I love that about him.
Second Random Share:
>>Around the ballpark, a certain young man and myself have an ongoing debate about whether Antarctica is a real place or not. (I maintain that Antarctica is a giant hoax) Recently, Logan heard me recruiting some 'collaborators' to my story... she said "That is exactly something Papa would do" And my heart smiled a little... I knew she was right.
Each time we talk-this kid and me- the story grows... the conspiracy theory expands. I help explain to him what is already so clear to those of us who've discovered the truth about Antarctica. He continues to argue what he knows to be true, albeit with a hint of question in his voice...
Someday, he will know that Antarctica exists beyond any shadow of doubt...the world will be a more finite place. Perhaps though, he will remember a time that someone tried to convince him otherwise...and see the fun in that... the thinking it made him do. Hopefully he will smile and hopefully pass the story telling game along... whether it be to deny Antarctica exists or to convince a pack of children that a whole race of miniature Indians live in their attic (one of my dad's stories... and I was convinced! So sad to discover they weren't real...) <<
To bring this to a close with one word, I suppose I'm thinking about the quality of Whimsy.
Fun-Loving may be another way to put it.
My dad has that.
Fun-Loving may be another way to put it.
My dad has that.
So does Clay.
So, when I take the turn to talk about the man with whom I share four children, I will prove true at least part of a cliche'- the one about us gals marrying someone who reminds us of daddy...
(now hold up you two- I know you think you are as different as night and day, and that's just fine... but there are some similarities on MY list... and I'm the first thing ya'll have in common... so- let me try to explain...)
... the thing on my list about Clay is that he feeds ducks...and fish... and deer...and turtles, too... with all the joy that Riley or any of the Big Kids do. (probably more actually)
And he enjoys watching our kids have a little simple fun.
I love that about him.
Last Random Share:
>>I told my mom recently about a walk we took as a family. We spotted ducks in the nearby pond. Clay insisted we get bread... (this wasn't his first time to a duck pond... he knew how to have a little fun)
I went in to get 'duck food' and came out with a bag of Cheez-It crackers... because, the only other store nearby was an expensive bakery... the croissants were more than $3 a piece...the cheesecake didn't seem duck friendly... but, No! Clay wanted to break bread with these ducks... he went back in and promptly purchased a bag of croissants to hand out to the children...to him, the fun was worth a small splurge...without a second thought. <<
Today, as we stood watching Mr. Limpett swim in the restaurant pond, a waiter came up and handed us a few sandwich rolls. "Would you like to feed some fish?" he asked Riley.
Yes!
Of course!
So we took the bread and began to commune with the fish in a way unique to broken bread - with a sense of awe & wonder that two vastly different worlds can meet- if only for a moment- on a bridge made out of bread. (another metaphor for a rainy day...)
As he went back to work, I overheard the bread bestowing waiter's co-worker remark:
To which I simply add, EXACTLY.
So, we wished him a happy father's day as he returned to his tasks-at-hand.
And we went back to feeding fish.
When Riley- who throws awfully big chunks of bread(...chunks the size of entire sandwich rolls, in fact...)- ran out of bread to toss on the water, she asked for more.
To which her daddy gladly offered her a share of his portion. "Here you go, baby."
Passing down the fun he was having- so that he could enjoy watching her have the same fun.
See? Similar... Fun-Loving.
Oh, wait- I think I see a connecting theme here., too.. a bring-it-all-down-to-a-redeeming-moral opportunity... I did not plan it... did not plan any moral at all actually, but alas:
If your dad has left earth...if you are a single mom... if there are some really hard life lessons your dad could stand to learn... you are not an orphan and you are not alone... even the really good daddies are mere reflections of One far greater... a Father accessible to all... through the Body- that bread of Christ, broken to connect two vastly different worlds.
Yes, I believe that is the right note to end on.
Happy Father's Day (to all... )
So, when I take the turn to talk about the man with whom I share four children, I will prove true at least part of a cliche'- the one about us gals marrying someone who reminds us of daddy...
(now hold up you two- I know you think you are as different as night and day, and that's just fine... but there are some similarities on MY list... and I'm the first thing ya'll have in common... so- let me try to explain...)
... the thing on my list about Clay is that he feeds ducks...and fish... and deer...and turtles, too... with all the joy that Riley or any of the Big Kids do. (probably more actually)
And he enjoys watching our kids have a little simple fun.
I love that about him.
Last Random Share:
>>I told my mom recently about a walk we took as a family. We spotted ducks in the nearby pond. Clay insisted we get bread... (this wasn't his first time to a duck pond... he knew how to have a little fun)
I went in to get 'duck food' and came out with a bag of Cheez-It crackers... because, the only other store nearby was an expensive bakery... the croissants were more than $3 a piece...the cheesecake didn't seem duck friendly... but, No! Clay wanted to break bread with these ducks... he went back in and promptly purchased a bag of croissants to hand out to the children...to him, the fun was worth a small splurge...without a second thought. <<
Today, as we stood watching Mr. Limpett swim in the restaurant pond, a waiter came up and handed us a few sandwich rolls. "Would you like to feed some fish?" he asked Riley.
Yes!
Of course!
So we took the bread and began to commune with the fish in a way unique to broken bread - with a sense of awe & wonder that two vastly different worlds can meet- if only for a moment- on a bridge made out of bread. (another metaphor for a rainy day...)
As he went back to work, I overheard the bread bestowing waiter's co-worker remark:
"Awww, you can tell you're a daddy!"
To which I simply add, EXACTLY.
So, we wished him a happy father's day as he returned to his tasks-at-hand.
And we went back to feeding fish.
When Riley- who throws awfully big chunks of bread(...chunks the size of entire sandwich rolls, in fact...)- ran out of bread to toss on the water, she asked for more.
To which her daddy gladly offered her a share of his portion. "Here you go, baby."
Passing down the fun he was having- so that he could enjoy watching her have the same fun.
See? Similar... Fun-Loving.
Oh, wait- I think I see a connecting theme here., too.. a bring-it-all-down-to-a-redeeming-moral opportunity... I did not plan it... did not plan any moral at all actually, but alas:
Matthew 7:9“Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? 10Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? 11If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! 12So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.
According to my clock, there's only a scant 15 minutes left on this special day for fathers. I am blessed to have been raised by one of the good ones. I am further blessed to be partnered with another truly good one. I am undeserving to belong to the best one- a heavenly Father who gave both of these good 'gifts' to me.
If your dad has left earth...if you are a single mom... if there are some really hard life lessons your dad could stand to learn... you are not an orphan and you are not alone... even the really good daddies are mere reflections of One far greater... a Father accessible to all... through the Body- that bread of Christ, broken to connect two vastly different worlds.
Yes, I believe that is the right note to end on.
Happy Father's Day (to all... )
Chinese New Year
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| February 10th, 2013 issues in the Year of The Snake |
To get in the spirit of things, we decided to have Chinese food for dinner. I had casually mentioned this plan to Clay before he went to a meeting. When he called on his way home, to see if we needed anything while he was out, he was surprised to find that we had decided to COOK Chinese dishes instead of ordering it from the experts. I blamed homeschooling... He indulged me by trying to find chop sticks (a negligent oversight on my part!) then, swung by Beef O'Brady's for some 'real food' just to be safe.
So, we 'made' Chinese to the best of our ability~thankful for the Ethnic Foods aisle and the International Foods freezer at the grocery store. Without it, we may have had to call Lucky Wok.
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| It's About the Sauces: Sriacha, Sesame Garlic, Pot Sticker. Soy & Duck |
We 'made' (translation: opened packages & properly heated in pools of vegetable oil) various Pot Stickers and Spring Rolls. Several neighbors have stopped by this morning to order take out...it left our house that aromatic.
They cleaned their plates, so then it was time for my favorite part of the evening: Fortune Cookies
I had never made cookies that require folding before... when the first one took the shape of an actual fortune cookie like I am often handed after meals @ Ichiban, I was beyond tickled.
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| First Fortune Cookie |
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| (there's an actual fortune in there, too!) |
The cookies are best made in small batches. By the time I had made enough cookies for everyone to have two apiece, I was tired of cooking in small batches and ten minute intervals. So I poured the remaining batter into one giant Choose Your Destiny Cookie... I was able to fit all the remaining fortunes in it too:
Ideally, the fortune cookie is the happy end to a traditional Chinese bite to eat...but the sad reality for me was this: 
I am still whittling this away at lunch time the next day. Which is why I have to be going now...
Chinese New Year
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| February 10th, 2013 issues in the Year of The Snake |
To get in the spirit of things, we decided to have Chinese food for dinner. I had casually mentioned this plan to Clay before he went to a meeting. When he called on his way home, to see if we needed anything while he was out, he was surprised to find that we had decided to COOK Chinese dishes instead of ordering it from the experts. I blamed homeschooling... He indulged me by trying to find chop sticks (a negligent oversight on my part!) then, swung by Beef O'Brady's for some 'real food' just to be safe.
So, we 'made' Chinese to the best of our ability~thankful for the Ethnic Foods aisle and the International Foods freezer at the grocery store. Without it, we may have had to call Lucky Wok.
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| It's About the Sauces: Sriacha, Sesame Garlic, Pot Sticker. Soy & Duck |
We 'made' (translation: opened packages & properly heated in pools of vegetable oil) various Pot Stickers and Spring Rolls. Several neighbors have stopped by this morning to order take out...it left our house that aromatic.
They cleaned their plates, so then it was time for my favorite part of the evening: Fortune Cookies
I had never made cookies that require folding before... when the first one took the shape of an actual fortune cookie like I am often handed after meals @ Ichiban, I was beyond tickled.
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| First Fortune Cookie |
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| (there's an actual fortune in there, too!) |
The cookies are best made in small batches. By the time I had made enough cookies for everyone to have two apiece, I was tired of cooking in small batches and ten minute intervals. So I poured the remaining batter into one giant Choose Your Destiny Cookie... I was able to fit all the remaining fortunes in it too:
Ideally, the fortune cookie is the happy end to a traditional Chinese bite to eat...but the sad reality for me was this:
I am still whittling this away at lunch time the next day. Which is why I have to be going now...
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