Babble


My Dearest Ava,

You are the daughter I’ve always wanted.
You are better than any of those dreams, come true.
You are my shadow. My buddy. My hoot and a half.
You are sensitive.
You are super funny.
You are a super cute baby bird.
You have dirty little feet most of the time, and I love that.
You are wise.
You are full of joy.
You occupy the majority of my heart.
(You always will.)
You are not napping right now, like you should be. But I still think you’re cute.
You have NO idea the miles of fire I will walk on for you.
You are loved by so many.

You are my best.
Love,
Momma

Ava’s long story-telling sessions often crack me up. Davez was driving so I grabbed one on my cell phone.
Really not that big of a deal, but I just love listening to her talk.
(Toddlerese translation: last time she went bowling it was to Julia’s bday party. NOW she’s going again, but this time she has a head band. That is all. lol)
(ps – I had to digitally tip it sideways, so the ratio is kinda’ off)

For quite a while Ava and Uncle Bloopers* have had a very tumultuous relationship. They fight over toys, he pushes her buttons, she steals his bones… I’ve yelled “Cut it out you two, or someone is getting a time out!” several times.

They scoff at me and do it again 5 minutes later.

Well, now it’s gone to a whole new level.

Ava has recently reached the age where she’s CALLING OUT HIS CHIT, literally. “Bloopies pooped on the patio! right THERE!” and

“Boops took my Polly Pocket and he pooped it OUT!” and

my favorite at 7am this morning (why? WHY?) was

“THAT FRICKEN DOG PEED *IN* the PORCH!” Complete with the Tattle Tone, and finger pointing. I knew this stage was coming, but I didn’t think it would be with the damn dog.

First of all, watch your mouth, girl.

Second… he has a doggy door. Dude, take it outside.

After 4 buckets of hot soapy water and some glares throw his way, he walks over and steals her puppy. That Uncle Bloopers is a jerk.

We really need to have another kid.


(generic pik swiped from google))

My father has made Risotto, usually a seafood dish of some sort, for years. Long ago I figured out that it’s an impressive dish that isn’t that hard, doesn’t have to be expensive, and it’s just damn good. Haven’t made a bad batch yet. And that’s saying something, if you’ve eaten at our house.

There’s a hundred ways to cook it, but following the package’s directions is my least favorite. You NEED to modify it “my” way, it just tastes better. You can wing every measurement (I do) and substitute whatever you think is good, or you have on hand. I make “leftover risotto” sometimes, just using what I have bits ‘n pieces left in the fridge. pantry and freezer. Go wild!

So here we go!
(it’s easy to make, but takes some prep and standing at the stove, stirring)

1. get your stock going on a pot, heat it hot. You don’t want to add cold stock to your hot pan of rice. I use low-sodium chicken stock, usually a large can or two cartons. I ALWAYS double the batch. If I need a little more liquid at the end, I just toss in some hot water.

2. Get the LARGEST wide/flat pan you have. You’ve already chopped and diced your ingredients, so start by tossing some onions and garlic in the pan with a lil’ EVOO. Soften, and add the risotto rice. (in most groceries, they just have packages, I get one plain and one of the saffron or wild mushroom kinds, I bet it’s about 2 cups of dry rice total???? I’d make it with 3 packets, but I’m not sure my big flat pan would hold it all when done. It grows!)

3. Let the rice sautee up for about 3-4 mins, and then I throw in about 1 cup of white wine and the juice of half a lemon. (to each their own, I like my risotto “bright”) Let simmer for about 3 minutes, stirring gently the whole time. Don’t go breaking those tender rice pieces, be nice to the rice.

4. Take inventory of what you want to toss into your risotto – if you’re putting in chicken or turkey (I like dark meat only in this dish) think about when you want to put it in to cook. (raw meat, usually pretty early on, it takes about 20 mins to simmer rice to being done???) Things like mushrooms and peppers go in just as the rice is getting soft, things like shrimp go in very last, just to heat. You just ladle in a large scoop (1-2 cups) of hot stock, and stir gently. Once the rice absorbs most of the liquid (still kinda soupy but not quite) you repeat that again. And again. And again. Once your rice is “al dente” go another couple minutes and you’re done! Almost…

5. You have your shredded parm (use the good stuff, freshly grated or shaved if you can) and toss in about 1/2 stick of butter and about 1-2 cups of the parm. Or parm mix. Again, whatevs. Save a lil’ for the top as you serve. Serve in a large bowl or straight from the pan. Garish or not, I don’t care. haha. This stuff is AMAZING the second day, just heat slowly in the oven to warm it up, again, stirring gently as to not break up the rice and make it all mushy. It should have a little bite to it, NOT be a muchy hot mess. AL DENTE. (not crunchy. Got it?)

As I said, I’ve made all kinds of flavors: Seafood with shrimp and chunks of crab, Dark Turkey meat with dried cherries and walnuts and a hint of sage, chicken and peppers, savory mushroom and almonds… you canget inspiration from epicurious or the sort, or like I said, just empty your stashes. It can be a side dish without all the stuff, or load it up to make it the main course with crusty bread and a salad.

Enjoy !!! (and let me know how yours turned out!)
Chef Tracie

It’s the 1st anniversary of my Poppa Ray’s passing, and I think of him often. While Alzheimer’s is a cruel and rotten disease, it’s kind in that you can often skip those last few years, and just recall the earlier fun ones.
Which is what I do.

One of my favorite memories is still the one about his choice in breakfast foods.
You can peek at that here (CLICK THIS).
-TB

Garrett Hedlund, of the upcoming movie “Tron” showed up on Jimmy Kimmel Live last nite. Sure, he was stoned silly and made Keanu Reeves look brilliant, but he told a hilarious tale all too familiar to THIS City Mouse.

See, my Davez grew up on a farm, and it took only a handful of dates before he told me tales of how he earned money as a kid.
Some of it involved some field rodents, nippers, and a bread bag full of feet in the freezer. That and a buck from his dad and Todd County matching funds per gopher made my man the millionaire he is today.

Scroll ahead to the 2:30 mark of this clip (let it load, press pause, and come back to it in a few to skip stuff) and get a little peek into the world that became my world almost ten years ago. No, No, ladies. Back off. He’s all mine.

I know I’m letting this blog slip, but time has got the best of me right now.
That, and a few other things.

But I found something this morning better than ANYTHING I have read in a long, long time.
And I would love for you to read Melody’s words, instead of mine, today.

http://bravegirlsclub.com/blog/?p=1411&ref=nf

or CLICK THIS PLEASE.

“A hug

is worth

a thousand words.

A friend is worth more.”

-J.Fitzwilliam

Alissa is one of my dearest friends, and having her around makes my sad days a little easier, and our fun times even more enjoyable. Our daughters Julia and Ava are just a couple months apart, and squeel with delight when they learn we’re getting together that day. Ava plans what she’s going to say and do, what she’ll share (and not), and usually spends about 20 minutes talking about how Julia has a sister, Emma.

Someday, kid. someday.

Until that day comes along, and hopefully for years past it… Julia and Ava are besties. And seeing them together makes me heart swell.

Tomorrow will mark the year it’s been since my amazing and gentle Poppa Ted passed away.

Many times over the summer I’ve sat in our (new) screen porch. Loving constructed by one of Ted’s grandsons, who’s taken after his father, and grandfather in many ways. (He even says “Measure twice, cut once.” and practices what he preaches.)
He has some of the same techniques and “quirks” that my poppa had, and the porch is not only wafting of his memory, but a great place to make new memories too.

I miss him a lot, and think of him often.
But mostly when it rains and thunders. Ava and I sit in the porch, watching the puddles get big enough to go stomp in… and every time it crashes and thunders she squeels and says “Poppa’s Hammer!” – an explanation Uncle Mike used as a reminder for the little kids when Ted died.

While I’m not enthusiastic about my faith right now, I do believe Ted and Grandma Gen are up there dancing, traveling about the Pearly Gates Campsite, and putzing on little projects to keep themselves busy. They’re together, and we have memories all around us to keep him in our hearts.

Here’s peek back at his memorial video, and a note I made about our last day together:

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