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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

How Did I Get Here AGAIN

Is it any wonder I haven't been feeling too well lately??
I mean take a walk through time with me,
to the not to distant past,
where you will see why I call myself an addict!
It really started when I hosted a BABY SHOWER for my little sister.
I tried to eat healthy,
I really did!
I served this...
 and two other delicious salads.
But I also served the Yummiest Banana Cake EVER!
Which I promised myself I wouldn't eat...
and than I did anyway.
And than for Mother's Day,
I made Lemon Cake for Mi Familia,
and I'm sorry to say,
I did partake :(

I think I would have been okay if I could have stopped,
 but I couldn't
 and I didn't.
So than I turned to this yummy goodness,
I'm afraid it was all down hill from there.
In two months, I had all manner of treats
& gooey goodnesses
& delectable joy!
I couldn't really help it,
the beginning of summer is chock full of holidays at our house.
And it all starts with Mother's Day, end of the school year (which we celebrate as a holiday)
continues on for two birthdays, a wedding anniversary
Father's Day, the 4th of July and this year was culminated
by my son's departure for a two year mission.
What was a mom to do??
I should have hidden! I should have RUN for my LIFE!

I have been in a full on lupus tail spin for about three weeks,
I couldn't even keep track of the symptoms that were piling back into my life!
Until one morning, it was obvious to everyone that this was BAD,
which finally led to me deciding to forgo all that I had learned,
all that I have experienced
and all that I have lived by for the past two years.
I decided to call my old doctor,
beg for forgiveness from straying from the medical route,
and go back on all my medication.

And than I thought about it,
and I thought about what I had been eating,
and decided I was going to GO BIG or GO HOME!
So Monday morning,
when my husband reminded me to call the doctor,
I gave him a deal...
or an option!
I was going to clean up my food intake,
I was going to back to the bedtime routine that serves me best
and I was going to WAIT to call the doctor for 7 days.
If this failed, I promised I would call the doctor,
get back on my meds
and be grateful for what I have.
But by Monday night-
no lie, not even 24 hours into it,
I was leaps and bounds better.

I'm definitely not where I want to be,
I totally can't believe that I have gone on this up & down
Roller Coaster this many times
and yet I keep reaching for the sugar/butter/flour combination.

Here I am, feeling good, having hope, and moving my fingers :)
and I'm wondering "Can it really be this simple? Can what I eat make this big of a difference
in how I feel? Can I really do this without medicine?"
and I am Promising myself that this is the last time I will follow this trend.

So why do I keep looking for delicious dessert recipes????????

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

I Love Me a Good Block Party

We were always the hosts of the major parties in our old lives in Minnesota!
Oh how I miss those days,
Pig Roasts,


Father's Day Picnic's,
Human Foosball- So much FUN!
Church Celebrations,


and Gingerbread Decorating Parties!

So when it was announced that our neighborhood was going to host a
4th of July Block Party-
I was EXCITED! So EXCITED!!
Did I already say EXCITED??
And my wheels started turning for a BIG, PETERSON style dessert option.
I first decided on our Famous Chocolate Covered Popcorn,
But I knew I wanted something even more PETERSON style...
After much deliberation, I chose a S'MORES BAR-
and it was a hit!
For starters we had,
Three flavors of Graham Crackers, Fudge Stripe Cookies, Chocolate Chip Cookies,
and so much more...

than we had several different types of chocolate,
white chocolate, chocolate with almonds, mint wafers to name a few,
and the creme de la creme,
three different flavors of marshmallows,
regular, strawberry and coconut-
Ooooohhhhh, so deliciouso!
Our neighbor Lennox
It was an Oooey Goooey Messy Mess,

But oh so yummy! It was the hit of the night,
if I do say so myself :)

I say it I SCREAM, You might know it as ICE CREAM

I thought I said it right,
For 41 years, I thought I'd been saying ICE CREAM!
Apparently,
according to my budding 15 year old linguist,
I say I SCREAM!
I really can't tell the difference in how it is said,
all I know is I like it!!

Lots!

We had a going away party for my son who is leaving to
serve a 2 year mission for our church-
We live in Southern California,
it is hot,
and I had found some really yummy ICE CREAM recipes
I was dying to try.
So we had an ICE CREAM Sandwich Bar for our party.
A bunch of hungry, hot teenagers,
7 flavors of ice cold, flavorful, deliciousness,
including, but not limited to;

Chocolate Ice Cream

Old Fashioned Vanilla


Cookies & Cream
















































These Ice Cream wonders were paired with
three varieties of fresh, chewy and homemade
cookie wonders
Chewy Chocolate Chip, Sugar, Double Chocolate Chip












It was a match made in HEAVEN!
The possibilities were endless,
I know there is a math problem out there
to determine exactly how many cookie/ ice cream combinations were available
but just trust me when I say,
there were a lot!


Love the paper plate- Hey there were a lot of kids :)
My daughter and I spent three days in the kitchen
making ice cream, cookies and
more ice cream,
and it was worth every second of it.
This you gotta try!

Thursday, July 14, 2011

So much yumminess in ONE recipe

I really shouldn't eat this...

I really don't know why I keep making these
yes I do,
just look at this Yumminess,














oh my goodness, it looks good
and it tastes better.

This is one flexible cookie,
look what else I can do with it!

It can be a cookie sandwich,

















it can be personal size CaZookie!
















and it can be it's own Sundae,
















and it tastes good on it's own.
















We should all try to be like this cookie,
You know,
look good when you are all dressed up with somewhere to go,
or just plain and simple you!












All that goodness wrapped up into one little package
(am I talking about you now or the cookie??)

Now move over, I've got cookies to make.


Thick and Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies
2 cups plus 2 tablespoons (10 5/8 ounces) unbleached all-purpose flour
½ teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon salt
12 tablespoons (1 ½ sticks) unsalted butter, melted and cooled until warm
1 cup packed (7 ounces) light or dark brown sugar
½ cup (3 ½ ounces) granulated sugar
1 large egg plus 1 egg yolk
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1-1 ½ cups semisweet chocolate chips

1. Adjust the oven racks to the upper- and lower-middle positions and heat the oven to 325 degrees. Line 2 large baking sheets with parchment paper or spray them with nonstick cooking spray.
2. Whisk the flour, baking soda, and salt together in a medium bowl; set aside.
3. Either by hand or with an electric mixer, mix the butter and sugars until thoroughly blended. Beat in the egg, yolk, and vanilla until combined. Add the dry ingredients and beat at low speed just until combined. Stir in the chips to taste.
4. Bake until the cookies are light golden brown and the outer edges start to harden yet the centers are still soft and puffy, 15 to 18 minutes, rotating the baking sheets front to back and top to bottom halfway through the baking time. Cool the cookies on the sheets. Remove the cooled cookies from the baking sheets with a side metal spatula.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Dinner: Have it Your Way

I definitely understand that from a personal perspective,
my family is grateful that we have come to a discovery of our food allergies.

I know that we have less,
um how to say this...
shall we say tummy trouble...
than ever before-
which means we can actually be in the same room for extended periods of time after most meals.

But from the "cook in the kitchen" perspective,
all this new knowledge is a little bit of a pain in my gluteus maximus!

We recently had one of our "used to be" favorite
quick & easy meals...

Creamy Pesto Pasta with Peppers

but now with all the food allergies, this is what dinner looked like that night.

We started out with plain pasta for the littlest Peterson,
who isn't allergic to anything, just really picky!

Next I prepared the portion for the person who is lactose intolerant-
 she could have had the pesto, but I guess I got a little lazy.

Third up, for the poor child who is allergic to nuts,
the pine nuts in the pesto is just plain punishment for her- and she has decided she hates migraines more than she likes nuts!
Her version has the creamy sauce before I combined it with the pesto

Next, I was able to serve the meal as it was intended to be served.
Complete with pasta, peppers, spinach and creamy pesto sauce.

 
Really, really YUMMY!
But not that I would know completely,
my portion had to be without the pasta
so I had peppers, spinach and pesto sauce.


Meet Kamaron and Kori, my two oldest kiddos!

They have looked like this since they were little!

They are a short SIXTEEN months apart, and they have been virtually inseparable since Kori was born.
They are good kids...
they get along really well...
and they are a good example to their younger siblings.

I think I'll keep 'em.



Monday, July 4, 2011

My Perfect Patriotic Story

I Talk to Strangers!
It is one of those things that makes my kids laugh or cry
depending on where we are and what I say :0

Two days ago, outside the dressing room at a local department store, I met two great strangers-
who had an amazing reason for being at the store that night.
They shared their story with me and I can't help but share it with you.

It started when we compared notes to why we were shopping that night. Aaron's suit getting too tight seemed really trivial compared to her reason for shopping for suits that night.

"My husband needs three different outfits for an event we are attending in July," she told me.
"Where is the event," I queried?
"At the White House with the President," she told me!
"Oh my gosh, WHY are you invited to the White House?"
"We will be attending the Congressional Medal of Honor ceremony." she said, and by this time she is beaming, I might add.

Well Aaron, you are just going to have to wait for my opinion on that suit you are trying on, I have a story to hear (I thought this loudly enough that Aaron got my ESP)

She proceeded to tell me about Leroy Petry, her son in law.
 He is being awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor for his actions during combat in May of 2008 when he was on a mission to capture "a very important, top secret enemy". She and her husband recounted the story to me with all the pride that can come only from a parent or relative of a hero. I got to hear first hand details about his story that touched my heart at this patriotic time of the year so much more than the red, white and blue cupcakes that I had planned to celebrate with could have ever done

To learn more about Leroy A. Petry
For me personally, this chance encounter was an amazing blessing.
I would not have known about Leroy A. Petry had I not met them.
I would not have googled his name, read the headlines or watched any video clips...
And I would not have had such intense feelings going into this Independence Day without his story.

I have family members who served in the military many years ago.
I know that my heart swells when taps plays and tears flow freely down my face when I am present for a 21 gun salute. But my up close and personal experience with enrolled military men and women is limited.
Mr. Stranger described the courage and determination that led his son-in-law to strive to be among the elite of the elite.
Mrs. Stranger explained that though Leroy was in shock from his leg wounds, Sgt. Petry continued in battle until the very end. Then she explained that when it came time to re-enlist, he did so with no reservations, despite his injury. He now serves as a liaison for wounded soldiers coming home to his base.

I felt a little weak knowing that there are days I struggle just to get through aches and pains in my joints or battles with my kids or ... well you get the idea.

I have a whole new appreciation for our armed service members who are serving right now, today, while we are enjoying the freedoms that they so courageously defend. I wonder why we don't hear more stories of their courage, their sacrifices and their heroism? Maybe as citizens of the most free and blessed country, we aren't in the habit of uniting in the effort of freedom like the citizens that founded this great land.
Maybe we've separated ourselves as either "the free" or "the brave" and we don't necessarily cross the lines to be both.
It has left me wondering, maybe in order to follow their hearts and defend our freedom, "the brave"choose to sacrifice a lot of their personal freedoms,
but in turn,
I wonder if "the free", in the daily enjoyment of so many rights and privileges, have given up a little bit of their fight to be brave.
To defend what is right,
to be more than complacent when it comes to rights, liberties and the pursuits of happiness.

I think about the story of Leroy Petry, and what freedoms he gave up to defend what I take for granted.
I think about his wife and four children and how many holidays, class parties and family gatherings they've celebrated without him.
And how many nights they have prayed to their God,
the same prayer that is uttered for every soldier no matter where they might be stationed,
that their daddy, husband, son, son-in-law (wife, mother, daughter, daughter-in-law)
will return home safely, healthy and soon!

And I tried to remember when the last time was that I had to stand up to defend my rights, my privileges and my freedoms.
And I've never wondered, really wondered if our daddy would return home safely, healthy and soon!

I loved this quote by Robbie Cooper at Urban Grounds.com, "It isn’t that the American Soldier isn’t afraid. It isn’t that he doesn’t value his life or that he is brainwashed. It’s that he understands the reality of the world. There are only two options in life. Fight or flight. Most people run. Almost all people run. But not US Soldiers. And especially not US Army Rangers. The difference between our military and everyone else is that they run towards the gunfire. And that makes all the difference."

Today, as I plan to celebrate Independence Day, my heart is full of gratitude for "the Brave" men and women who are wearing khaki green and tan instead of red, white and blue. Who are serving today, as I enjoy my bike parade, BBQ and fireworks. And I am grateful for a young man, who went above and beyond the call of duty, to make sure that someone else's daddy will return home to his family. I know for every Leroy Petry that finds himself in the news, there are many, many  more who would do the same thing in a heart beat.

I think I want to be that kind of person.
I want to raise my level of Brave!
And I KNOW I have a new hero!

Time In A Bottle






























From the moment I saw this clock in downtown Duluth, MN
I knew I wanted a picture of my kids
standing free form, on it's base.
At the time,
Kori was the only one who dared get up-
it's a lot higher than it looks :0

The image reminded me of a song from my mom's era-
Jim Croce's "If I Could Save Time in a Bottle"

The first verse says,
"If I could save time in a bottle,
the first thing that I'd like to do,
is to save every day
till eternity passes away,
just to spend them with you"

I love this song,
it is how I feel about being a mom.

I had high hopes for motherhood when my kids were little.
And my high hopes have been met and exceeded.
But now I am in a new phase of motherhood,
I'm not so sure how I feel about this phase,
and I'm not entirely sure I am as prepared as I should be.

Child #1 is home for the summer from his first year at college.
It was exciting to send him off to school. 
I was consumed with excitement for him 
and the beginning of the rest of his life.
But than reality hit and I really missed him!

Child #2 is entering her Senior year of High School.
 And I am wiser and more experienced.
And I know how hard it is to end my day,
and give out kisses,
and turn out the lights,
with someone not tucked into their childhood bed.

I know it's a good thing,
and growing up is part of the plan,
and moving on is the only way to progress,
and succeed,
and experience life to it's fullest...
but all I can say is
I wish I could Save Time in a Bottle!

Friday, July 1, 2011

Kids in the Kitchen

I have fond memories of being in the kitchen.
I loved hanging out in the kitchen with my mom and grandma.


When I was about 11 years old, I took a summer cooking class.
When I was 12, I became my youth groups resident bread maker.
I was planning meals for my family when I was 13.
I majored in Family & Consumer Sciences, which means a lot of my college courses happened in the kitchen.
And I taught Cooking classes for my cities' Activities & Recreation department for several years.

I love having my kids in the kitchen with me
and I think it is important that they learn to love to cook when they are young.


With six kids, we do a lot of cooking...
and we definitely have some kids who have become "specialists" in their cooking realm.

Kamaron likes to make delicious main courses...
Kori is our dessert maker...
Kelci creates delicious salad dressings...
Daddy makes things that I refuse to make- but he is a pretty stellar crepe and scone maker...

Karli loves to make fresh squeezed lemonade, any flavor you like...
(ooohhhh my mouth is puckering as I write)
Kenedi & Kaidon are still looking for their nook in the kitchen, so for now, they just do whatever I ask them to do- they just reminded me that they are both pretty good cheese & carrot shredders!

Things don't always work out perfect when I have everyone in the kitchen helping,
but we are together, in a small space, talking about our day,
learning why things work in recipes
and laughing at mistakes that get made
 (actually no one laughed when Kori put 1 cup of salt in the rolls)
And at the end of the cooking, it is nice to sit down and eat a meal together.

Which is really what it boils down to anyway...
time together around a kitchen table,
is the best time of all :)
Enjoy your next meal surrounded by those you love.