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So our trip to San Diego was great fun – it was the first time we’ve ever gone on vacation to a place instead of to see people.  Even our trip to Michigan over the summer was a working vacation – but it was to see people. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but let’s face it:  touring flying in to Metro Airport is significantly less interesting than Sea World or the beach.  ;)

'DSC_0095-36' photo (c) 2011, A Mother's Heart Photography - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/Brendan was in the dark until he saw the sign for the state line.  Beyond being in California, though, he didn’t know where we were headed or who we were meeting up with – so finding our friends The Webbers at the townhome was a delight.  :)  When we travel and see people, we invariably don’t have much to worry about in the way of accommodations.  We’re incredibly blessed to have friends offer to host us while we’re in town.  :)  But this visiting a place-thing made finding accommodations interesting.  The Webbers took care of procuring the townhome we stayed in, but prior to knowing how all of this would work out, I spent time scouring Orbitz, hotel sites, and trying to figure out the best bang for our buck.  It’s confusing, to say the least.

I saw one hotel and booked a reservation (that I cancelled later) – Orbitz listed it at about $65/night plus taxes.  When I called the hotel directly, I got the rack-rate of $54 per night – $60+change after taxes.  That’s a pretty interesting difference – and one I don’t take lightly, especially when considering a multi-night trip.  Moral of the story:  call hotels directly after you get the information from the online source.  You may save money by making a phone call.

Sea World was a blast – Brendan declared it “one of the best days of my life!” as we piled in to the van to drive home.  :)  He got soaking wet with the whales’ splashing, rode his first roller coaster, was mesmerized by the sea lions, and generally couldn’t find anything he didn’t enjoy immensely.  We didn’t have time for the Cirque de la Mer show, and we missed the dolphin-show, but being relatively close to the park means that we’ll likely go back in the future.

The day at Sea World was definitely for Brendan and the next day at the beach was definitely for us.  Although by my photos, you’d never know it – Brendan had more fun than all of us combined.  :)  It was his (and Mark’s) first time at the Pacific ocean and once he was brave enough to go in the surf, we had a hard time pulling him away.  :)

For us, it was a much-needed day just to chill and relax – and see our dear friends Paul & Sarah.  They drove down from Ontario, CA to spend the afternoon with us at the beach and we were so blessed by our time 'DSC_0426-53' photo (c) 2011, A Mother's Heart Photography - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/together.  We love them beyond words and it’s always so good just to hang with people who really get you and with whom you don’t have to pretend or hide parts of yourself.

The tidal pools were AMAZING – the sea life that was there absolutely blew my mind. Beautiful sea urchins, starfish, anemones, crabs… I just couldn’t get over the colours and varieties we saw.

We drove home mid-afternoon the following day – after meeting up with my cousin and her family who had just moved to San Diego.  We planned to catch up before we left, but didn’t have their address until the night before we saw them.  When we plugged it in to the GPS, we found that the townhome we stayed in was about .6 miles from their home!  What an amazing thing, to be in the enormous city of San Diego and end up being less than a mile from your only family there.  :)  It was a treat to meet her kids and husband and we look forward to more get-togethers, now that they are only a few hours away.

If I ever thought driving I-8 in the day was dull (and it is – except for the THREE border-patrol stops we had to make), driving the same patch of road at night is torturously boring.  So I think when we are there next, we’ll leave earlier in the day and avoid the desert at night.  I was petrified of hitting a coyote on the road, but thankfully, none came near us while we were travelling.

And now we’re back home – in the thick of stuff.  I’ve been working in the food storage & put up another 57 lbs of beans (peruano beans), I have canning to do next week (salsa and applesauce), and I’m in the process of reorganizing the pantry.  Such is my glamorous life.  :)  Look for more posts in upcoming days – because I’m back in the saddle of real life all over again.  :)

And oh, if you want to peruse the pictures I took, they’re on my Flickr account here.  :)

'At a San Diego Beach 02' photo (c) 2006, ZeHawk - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/So over the summer while in Michigan, we had lunch with dear friends.  And they mentioned that they would be in California for a family wedding in October.  Which got my little brain to thinking … we’re only 5.5 hours by car from San Diego…. and the plot for a potential double-family vacation was hatched.

Except life is what it is and I didn’t think much about it again until about 2 weeks ago.  I wasn’t completely sure it would happen and thought if it didn’t, we might be able to drive up to Flagstaff and Sedona and poke around, too – we’ve not ventured far from the East Valley area since we landed here a year ago.  Happily, it looked as though things were going to come together.

And we leave tomorrow morning.  :)  The dog is cared for in our absence; the car is gassed up and got a fresh oil change this past week.  I have to assemble some no-bake protein bars (because, as I discovered this morning, Honey Nut Cheerios are no longer my tummy’s friend. *sad*) and clean the bathroom and wash the sheets.  But after that, it’s dream-time and we are heading out by (hopefully) 830a.  I’ve got meals planned, tickets to Sea World purchased & printed out, and a quick call to the Marine Corps station will determine if we get to see a USMC graduation on Friday morning or not.  We’ll go tide-pooling, share a condo, and let our families just hang out and relax together.

I can hardly wait!

So what am I doing still writing here?!

BYE!  :)

It is no secret that I have contempt for the people of Westboro Baptist Church.  ”How can you say that, Sue?” might be the question from those who don’t know me well.  ”They’re a CHURCH and you are a Christ Follower!”

Gah.  See?  That’s the problem.  This group is the same group that pickets soldiers’ funerals with “God hates fags” signs and screams profanities at those who oppose them.  How does putting “Baptist church” after their name justify that sort of behaviour?  There is nothing that they do which represents the love and message of salvation that Jesus brought and died to give us.  I do NOT want to be lumped in with these nutjobs.  Ever.

But all of that aside, I was reading yesterday that WBC is planning on attending and picketing Steve Jobs’ funeral.  It makes me sad that they would pick an event like this – but I suppose, since not even soldiers who made the ultimate sacrifice are safe from this group, Jobs is no different.

As the story goes, the daughter of Fred Phelps (founder of WBC) tweeted (aside:  who follows this group on Twitter? ick!) that WBC would picket the funeral with this quote:  ”He had a huge platform; gave God no glory & taught sin.”  The irony?  She tweeted it from her iPhone. If Jobs really DID “teach sin” (and I really want to see proof of that instead of taking this group’s word for it), then why would you use the tool that is so iconically Apple and represents sin?  What a bunch of hypocrites.

The Daily Mail (UK) reports that the funeral will be private and purportedly, WBC won’t picket a private funeral.  I don’t know that I believe that last part, but whatever.

This group wants a platform – and publicity is their end goal.  If they don’t get publicity, they will die.  Am I playing in to that right now with this post?  Unfortunately, yes.  But my suggestion for those who live in the Southern California area and will be available during the funeral is to use your body to create a wall of privacy & space around the Jobs’ family & friends who are mourning his loss.  A group of pastors in the Phoenix area agreed to do this last year after the shooting rampage in Tucson – WBC threatened to picket the funerals going on there.  The pastors agreed to go to Tucson and create a wall of silence a distance from the funerals, effectively blocking WBC and their noise & signs from the mourners.  If I recall correctly, WBC then pulled out of the planned picketing because they wouldn’t have the publicity they wanted and be able to create the tense, hate-filled atmosphere they crave and thrive on.

I’m not in SoCal, so I don’t have the ability to organize such a thing for those who profess to be Christ Followers but also for those who would stand in solidarity against such hate.  It’s a quiet thing I’m suggesting – not a loud, shouting match.  It’s a peaceful event – to contrast the heated, hate-filled words and actions of WBC.  If this appeals to you and you’re in the appropriate area at the appointed time, I encourage you – meet with others who believe likewise and create a counter-event.  You’ll have the privilege of gathering with others who love God, oppose hatred, and will be able to show love in a tangible way to those who are mourning.

02
Oct

For all of my growing-up and adult life, Sunday has been anything but a “day of rest.”  As a kid, we went to 'Feet up' photo (c) 2011, Niki Odolphie - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/church service, but after that, it was always a day to catch up on homework, do chores, or have some sort of a family gathering.  Not that any of these things are bad, mind you, but it was never a day to actually rest.

As an adult, Mark & I have always been involved in serving at church – and since church met on Sundays, it meant serving on Sundays.  So Saturdays were our day to do chores & get caught up from the week, run errands, or whatever – but Sundays were not that much less filled, just because we were serving.  I enjoy serving others, no matter what it looks like, so I wouldn’t stop – but Sunday was never a “day of rest” as my grandparents were told (and quite frankly, made to observe).

Our church recently added Saturday night services to accomodate the attendance boom we’re having – nearly 6,000 people on campus on a given weekend!  We were encouraged to shift to Saturday night services and attend and serve at that time in order to give new people a space on Sundays.  We hesitated for a bit – with this idea that Saturday would dramatically cut in to our “social lives.”  (Aside:  As if, in our current stage of life as parents, we actually HAVE a social life…!) Once we considered our situation realistically and realized that Saturdays would work for our family, we took the plunge.

The very first thing we noticed was that Sundays were glorious. I’m not a big sleeping-in type of person; I’m far more of a morning-girl and function best at that time of day.  But the pressure being off to HAVE to get up and be at church by 840a?  That just makes any time of sleeping past 630a feel luxurious.  Instead of bugging my kid to get his teeth brushed and scarf down breakfast quickly, I found myself thinking about making a family breakfast.  Mark & I are both non-breakfast-eaters (in general – we follow body cues for when to eat), so this was a stretch, but the time it took to make blueberry pancakes or eggs & toast was multiplied in a good way by the relaxing time we had around the table.  Today, our son requested a “family breakfast” every week because it’s so enjoyable.  I think I can oblige on this one.  :)

But I think the most noticeable thing to me about Sundays now is that I actually relax.  I might wake up at 700a or 730a, but we snooze in the afternoon and I find myself not caring quite so much about the chores that I know await me on Monday, willing to focus instead on the down-time that Sunday now provides.  Even now, as I look at the clock and remember back a few months, I realize we would have just gotten home from church, and would be shooing our kid to a nap, feeling as though we had to hurry and snooze before the evening’s events were upon us.  I like this better – we might still shoo the 9y/o to nap, but it doesn’t feel rushed or pressured in any way.  I also don’t find myself dreading Monday quite as much – it used to be that I needed a weekend to recover from my weekend & hating facing Monday.  Not anymore though.  It’s an interesting change for me.

I’m not short-sighted enough to think that this change is permanent – we may, at some point, head back to serving and worshipping on Sundays.  I hope, no matter what happens or how things change in the future, that I can maintain an attitude of resting one day per week.  Maybe that day will shift to something other than Sundays; maybe not.  But I’m really seeing the value of actually resting one day per week.

Right now though, I’m content to be where I am and to enjoy Sundays as I do.  Relaxing.

29
Sep

Lest the title sound like an airline with bad service, it’s not. BpA is the abbreviation for Bisphenol-A, a chemical compound added to many plastic products during manufacturing.  It’s a known endocrine-disrupter and in this age of concern about premature and early pubescence in children, it’s one I’m taking out of rotation as much as possible.

I’m not big in to turning all of my plastic-stuff in the house in to glass, and I do have a plastic (albeit, non-BpA) water bottle that I use daily. But two things have caught my attention recently: 1) China has banned BpA in baby products and 2) While BpA is suspected in plastic products, research indicates that we’re getting the majority of it through register receipts.

First:  China is the center of manufacturing for the world.  Even things that are developed in Japan and sold in Japan are manufactured in China – their sheer available workforce and model of business (each factory on a particular street will attempt to give the lowest bid on manufacturing something) puts them in the catbird seat for making the stuff we use.  I have no problems with this – I cannot change the way businesses do business or the way China handles itself. Chinese manufacturing has been blamed for lead in children’s toys and in the paint on children’s toys; for melamine in baby formula; and for contaminated pet food.  To say that their track record for manufacturing things I use is stellar would be untrue.  But the sheer truth of the matter is this:  if China has recognized the threat the synthetic estrogen BpA poses to the babies in their country and has banned it, there’s no reason why we shouldn’t do the same.  Many manufacturers have already done so, voluntarily.  And that is fantastic.  But for our “protectors in the government” (said with tongue firmly planted-in-cheek) not to even recognize this as a potential risk tells me that our “protectors” are more interested in lining their pockets with contributions from companies who speak more loudly than science does.  Or than we do, for that matter.

'receipt' photo (c) 2007, dodongflores - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/As far as thermal receipt paper – how do we avoid this?  It’s a conundrum I have yet to figure out.  We need receipts to prove we’ve not stolen something and to insure that our checking accounts balance on a regular basis.  We have to handle them, and yet they are often (mostly?) covered in this synthetic estrogen that makes its way in to our bloodstream through dermal exposure.  Yowza.  According to research done in Switzerland, BpA can readily be absorbed through the skin to levels where it cannot be washed off.  Double yowza.

So what’s a girl to do?  I haven’t figured out any good plans so far.  I’m not reactionary in that I’m not ditching all plastics and I’m not wearing gloves when I get a receipt from the store or gas station.  Yet my own hormone levels have been jacked up for years – do I really want to add more synthetic estrogen to my system?  I don’t – synthetic estrogen is what caused blood clots that migrated to my lungs and nearly killed me in July of 2000.  Right now, I’m holding receipts with my fingernails as much as possible and being very aware of hand-washing as soon as I get home.  I’d love for the future of thermal paper to change and for this chemical-additive to go away, but until that happens, I have to have a plan.

Any suggestions?

Well, apparently, I bit off more than I could chew.  And by that, I mean that it probably wasn’t wise to think that I could blog, run a recipe series, pack, move, paint, unpack, go on a working vacation, come back, edit photos, deliver web projects, paint more, and finish unpacking all at once.  Yeah, that was pretty dumb.

Why do I struggle with the Wonder Woman Complex?  Why do I expect that I can do all of those things and not have 'Wonder Woman' photo (c) 2010, Julian Fong - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/something fall off of one of my spinning plates?  I’d like to think it’s not arrogance – I don’t want to be seen as arrogant and I try very hard not to act that way.  And yet, I seem to have different rules for me and how much I can accomplish than I do for friends who also struggle with the Monster of Do.   The words fairly trip off my fingers and it feels good to get the words out of my head and feel productive again.  Maybe it’s a discipline thing – or maybe there’s a season for everything and this past summer just wasn’t my season for doing absolutely everything on my schedule.  I don’t know.

Regardless, there have been lots of changes around Chez Talbert and I’ll get to chronicling some of them in the upcoming days and weeks.  I’ll also pick up on the Recipe Carnival (or rather, re-start it), share more what I’ve been learning in the alternative-medicine realm, and all sorts of goodies.

Stay tuned – and thanks for being patient and waiting for me here.  I appreciate the grace you granted that lets me come back & pick up where I left off.  :)

So I’m kicking off the Recipe Carnival with a cool summer salad – one that is predominantly known to Michiganders.  You see, back in
the day, there was a department store called Hudson’s.  And Hudson’s was a Department Store that enticed people to shop all day long.  It was located in downtown Detroit and people would come in from the outlying areas (we call them “suburbs” now), walk in from different areas of Detroit (like my mom and grandmother), or ride the city transit in.  Multi-floored, many-itemed stores like Hudson’s also conveniently provided a place for people to eat – you know, to keep them in the building, refresh them, and then let them shop some more.  Kind of like IKEA, only few things there had to be assembled.  :)

So Hudson’s had a restaurant and as the tale goes, there was a chef who created a salad that was so unique it ended up bearing his name.  Hence, the Maurice Salad.  Now whether Chef Maurice did everything else right, culinarily-speaking, we don’t know.  What we do know is that his salad quickly became The Item that everyone talked about and the most popular thing on the menu.  Most chef salads (think Caesar’s salad) were ways to use up leftovers in the kitchen and still present something delicious.  I don’t know if Chef Maurice created this at home or in the Hudson’s kitchen, but with a little bit of everything, it wouldn’t surprise me if it was a way to use up what was hanging about in the fridge.

But… it’s a salad, right?  So what’s so great about a salad?  Well, if you live in a hot climate like I do, salads are the quintessential cool meals when the mercury in the thermometer tops 100°F.  And although it is a salad, it’s also a filling salad – one that’s layered with an egg-and-mayo-based dressing, and has turkey, ham, and swiss cheese on it.  So it’s filling.

Unfortunately for us, Hudson’s was imploded in October, 1998.  The landmark that was the face of shopping in Detroit for so many years is no more.  Rumour has it that there are still Macy’s stores in Michigan that present the Maurice Salad at their dining rooms, but I have yet to find anyone who’s had it at Macy’s.  I remember my first Maurice Salad with my mom at Twelve Oaks in Novi, MI, as a 15 year old, and her recipe still stands as my baseline.

The Maurice Dressing
  • 1 egg yolk, hard cooked, smashed in a bowl
  • 2 c. mayonnaise (homemade is, of course, the best; store-bought will also do just fine)
  • 3 T. sweet pickle relish (look for the kind without HFCS – it’s worth the hunt!)
  • 1 t. onion granules
  • 1 T. dried parsley
  • 1/2 t. yellow mustard
  • ice water (for thinning)

Start by combining the egg yolk with the mayo; know that it will be very thick.  I used a whisk with reasonably good results that improved when I added in liquids.  Add in the sweet pickle relish (more to taste, if you’d like), the onion granules,  parsley, mustard, and thin it out with water.  If you allow the dressing to sit in the fridge a bit, the flavours will all come together as well.  My dressing is very yellow – but it is because my mayo is yellow from the farm-fresh eggs I use.  Bright yolks = yellow mayo.  :)

The Maurice Salad
  • Lettuce (a whole head, depending on how many you’re feeding)
  • 1/3 lb. sliced turkey
  • 1/3 lb. sliced ham
  • 1/4 lb. sliced Swiss cheese

Now use your choice of lettuce.  The original salad used iceberg lettuce, but since that has little nutritional value, I say use whatever lettuce makes you happy and gives you the nutritional content you’d like.  After you wash and tear the lettuce, dry it well and put it in a bowl.  Dress the lettuce alone – make sure that all the pieces are coated well.  Plate the dressed lettuce and prepare to build the salad.

I used Boar’s Head deli meats to prepare this salad – I think it really tastes better with real meat.  And since I don’t often have leftover turkey AND leftover ham at the same time, buying it in the deli makes more sense to me.  :)  That being said, cut your meat in to strips – about 3/4″ wide.  Repeat with the cheese (if you don’t like Swiss cheese, try Baby Swiss – it’s much milder!).  Place the meat and cheese strips across the dressed lettuce and serve with a lemon wedge for those who would like to spritz lemon on everything.

It’s both a slightly-sweet and tangy salad, loaded with protein, so it holds us all night long.

Bon apetit!

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