Alive and well.

Remember that one time I dropped my camera in the sink and it died?

Well...

Sunday was Easter.

And today...

IT'S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Apparently it was resurrected at some point this weekend. :-)

Bath time!...for my camera?

Why is it okay for chubby babies to show their belly buttons, but not adults?

...oh yeah, because they're so much more cute!

Today was a very eventful bath day.

This was taken while the sink was filling with warm water.

...for the second time.

The first time around, my dear, sweet baby decided the water was perfect temperature...

for pooping.

On my hand.

In the sink.

On his sponge.

Sick.

I yanked him out. Drained the sink. Cleaned the sponge. And filled the sink back up with water while I cleaned his nakey shakey bum.

I put him back in the nice, warm, water.

This time it was the perfect temperature...

for peeing.

On his face.

I wiped it off his face, chuckled, and continued forward.

A little pee in the tub never hurt anyone.

Kids always pee in water.

Tubs, pools, lakes...

It's healthy. Good for the skin I think.

I thought I should document this fun bath day on film, so I had my camera handy.

An image flashed through my mind:

camera falls in sink and never works again. pictures lost.

I brushed it aside, deciding to be extra careful.

This face (and body) was too cute not to photograph!

When bath time was over, I carefully placed the camera on the counter.

Baby splashed. Then slid.

Hand swooped in at lightening speed to prevent baby drownage.

Camera was picked up in swooping, lightening speed hand.

Camera drownage was unpreventable.

Camera took the plunge.

It did not survive.

Camera is now sitting in a bag of rice.

The SD card made it out alive.

Hallelujah.

Good thing my birthday is on the 27th of this month. Anyone want to contribute to a new camera fund? 

Or perhaps just suggestions for a new, good quality, inexpensive, point and shoot I can add to my birthday list.

Farewell hopes of new clothing that fits...

At least I'm really great about laughing about things like this.

...in the moment anyway.

The Salmon. Part 2

I know, I know, it's been 5 days since my original Salmon story, followed by a couch story, and now I'm back to the Salmon.

Alot has been going on around here. The babe and I took a trip down to southern Missouri to visit some family. He met his Aunt D, Great-grandpa and two of my cousins and aunt and uncle for the first time. We had a great time visiting and playing and he actually slept the entire 3 1/2 hours home. It was glorious.

Upon arrival home, the hubby immediately took control and picked up dinner, changed a diaper, and cuddled with the babe. He knew I was a little bit of a mess...no shower, hardly any sleep, lots of driving, and lots of screaming baby before the lots of driving. He's a good man. Remind me to never travel with a baby and without him again.

The following day, I developed a wonderfully terrible case of a spring-time cold or allergies. Despite that, I traveled 5.9 miles to watch and listen to Stephanie Nielson speak at a women's conference. It was truly inspiring. Not a dry eye in the audience. Read more here.

And I also failed at the "No Dairy" decision I had made and ordered a pizza when the power went out on Tuesday night at 6:30 pm. Then I consumed more because there was no noticeable rash on the babe. However, I am now reverting back to the cow-less product days with a longer commitment to see a more noticeable difference. I am not perfect.

And last but not least, my dear mom bought us some peanut butter from an Amish store. Have you ever thought to smash honey roasted peanuts into peanut butter? I hadn't. But these people had. And did. And it's amazingly delicious. Sweet and salty perfection.

So now on to The Salmon. Part 2. *cue theatrical music*

As per many requests on how to make The Salmon taste delicious, here is what I did.

First, here are the spices you need:

 If you couldn't guess, inside that silver vessel is a wonderful combination of whole black peppercorns. The citrus grill seasoning can be found at most grocery stores, except Wal-Mart. 

Wal-Mart isn't really a grocery store though, it's an all around-you-can-get-anything-except-citrus grill seasoning-there kinda store. Also, you need some garlic salt.

Sprinkle this lovely spice trio on the bottom side of your Salmon fillet.

Please don't be skimpy.

Skimpy is never good. 

Especially at the pool on people who perhaps have enjoyed a few too many chocolate chip cookies in their life. Myself included.

Generously shake the citrus grill all over the fish.

Grind some peppercorns over top.

And lightly dust some garlic salt. 

(the citrus grill has some salt in it already, so you can omit the garlic salt, or just use a little. It's up to you and your salty preference)

Rub everything into the meat.

Flip.

A free-standing back flip in your kitchen, please.

Now repeat all of the spices on the top side of the Salmon.

Citrus grill. Peppercorns. Garlic salt.

Rub.

On my back. My shoulders are a little sore...

Plop the meat gently into a pan.

Toss into a preheated oven set at 400 degrees.

Set the timer for about 20 minutes (less if your filet is thinner)

Go accomplish something in your life.

Forget to take a picture of the finished product.

Pair with these veggies:

who are also lacking a finished product picture. we were hungry.

For this lovely pan of color I cut some bell pepper, asparagus, carrots and onion. Because onion makes everything else taste better.

I rubbed a teaspoon of olive oil on everything, then sprinkled peppercorns, sea salt, garlic powder and a touch of Italian Seasoning.

I cooked it for the last 12 minutes of the Salmon time.

Translation: When the timer on the Salmon said 12:00, I tossed this pan in the oven as well, and took it out when the Salmon beeped. 

It was quite a delicious blend of crunchy, sweet, salty and spicy.

Oh, and I toasted a couple whole wheat pita halves to offset the spices in everything else.

Enjoy a delicious, healthy and flavorful meal! 

And that, my friends, is how I made the most delicious Salmon I've ever eaten.

Living room makeover

Remember this post about the steal of a deal couches we bought on Craigslist? We were seriously blessed with those beloved couches. And we really did love them. Alot.

Until they started swallowing our apartment...

We still loved them, just got a little annoyed at their size. And the endless pillow mess. And how they were TOO soft sometimes.

But we never lost our gratitude for the blessing we received at a crucial time.
We just decided it was time for a little update.

Remember how this chair took up our dining room? We sold it awhile ago with the ottoman.

Here is what our living room looked like with our blessing couches.
Big, comfy, and took up alot of real estate.

Here's another angle.

So we saved our pennies, got a bonus, went shopping, and found an amazing deal on this bad boy:

 (unfortunately my camera does not have a wide enough lens and backward zoom to get a great shot. Especially because there's not that much room to back up into to get everything in the picture.)

Chocolate brown microfiber. 

Sectional.

No more pillow mess.

Mmm.

Here is our new living room set up:

We have a ton more space in the middle to stretch out, exercise, and move around in.
It's gloriously amazing.

Oh yeah, and I guess we got something else too...
It's been on hubby's wish list for a long time...
He's literally been saving his pennies just waiting for the day...

So that's the makeover.
And we feel pretty good about it because of the deals we found.
And the money we made selling our old stuff.
And also it's the first brand new furniture things we've ever bought.
Including our bed...that was a hand-me-down.

The Salmon.

When I was a wee sprite I was a hypochondriac. Yes, it's quite a large word. Perhaps this will help:

 hy·po·chon·dri·ac


[hahy-puh-kon-dree-ak]
-noun
1. a person who worries or talks excessively about his or her health.


Yes, my friends, I worried excessively about my health. I thought music too loud would cause me to go deaf. I thought light too bright would cause me to go blind. And I thought every piece of cooked fish had a big bone hiding inside, waiting to jump out and lodge in my throat, suffocating me to death.


I was weird.
I was also 12...ish.


One night, during this hypochondriac stage of life, my dear mother made the most delicious dessert on the face of this earth: Blueberry Dumpcake. I was so ridiculously excited! Until I found out that my dear, sweet father was making grilled Salmon. 


Now, at this point in my life I did not have a hatred toward fish. I thought it was okay. However, I had a very difficult time eating it because of the bones. 


First I would take a very itty bitty, teensy weensy, bite and chew and chew and chew. I chewed fish until it turned into a goopy, gloppy, mouthful of tasteless mush. Then I rolled that mush around and around in my mouth and cheeks feeling every square millimeter to double, triple and quadruple check for the tiniest bone that could lodge in my throat and choke me to death. Seriously. Then I would finally proceed to swallow very slowly so that the bone could lodge in my upper throat, a more easily accessible location, instead of my lower throat. Of course I chased down every one of these bitterly painful bites with huge gulps of water so as to hopefully assist the bones in making it to my stomach instead of sticking in my throat. 


As you can imagine, it took forever to eat a very small piece of fish.


Back to the night of The Salmon. Perhaps my family was going through a rough financial patch, or perhaps my father did not like to see food wasted, or perhaps he desired more Blueberry Dumpcake for himself. Either way, that night I was required to finish the entire contents of The Salmon on my plate before any thought of dessert. 

Now, Salmon is a fish that the more chewed, mushed, rolled, and masticated it gets, the more horrible it tastes. 

So, of course, after the first grueling half of mushiness, I dug my heels in. Then I grunted. I groaned. I whined. I complained. I tried to negotiate. I did everything in my power to not eat The Salmon. I begged my mother for mercy. But of course, she was on Team Dad. Eventually I finally realized there was no hope, and I pulled one last trick out of the bag: tears. Big, fat, juicy crocodile tears.

(which did not work) 

As I force fed myself The disgusting Salmon with gargantuan crocodile tears running down my face, I chanted this phrase over and over in my head: "I will never, ever eat Salmon again. I will never, ever eat Salmon again." 


And for many, many years after this very traumatizing experience, I really never ate Salmon. Even when my dear mother took me out for Sushi and suggested I try Salmon, I resisted. I thought for sure it would taste identical to The Salmon. Eventually, I folded and tried Salmon in the Sushi variety. Surprisingly, it became my favorite Sushi piece. However, you still couldn't pay my enough to eat Salmon cooked. 


Until one day, I realized Salmon has a vast variety of health benefits for your body. I thought in my head "well, I'm a really good cook, so maybe I can make Salmon taste not like The Salmon." And guess what? 


One day I went out and bought a Costco sized bag of frozen Salmon and baked us a piece. 

I've never had such delicious Salmon in my life.

 

p.s. this is not what my salmon looked like. I forgot to take a picture.

Blog Comments Mystery

Pretty much every time my mom and I get on the topic of blogs, the same thing always comes up...

BLOG COMMENTS

And we always end up discussing these "issues" with blog comments:

1. What type of subject matter does it take for people to leave comments on a blog?

2. How do people get 100+ comments on a post...10 minutes after writing it?

3. Why don't people leave more comments on posts? Especially funny ones. 

So even though I have said a million times "I guess it doesn't really matter if I get comments because my blog is more for me as a record, and because it's fun" I really actually like comments.

Alot.

It makes me feel special.

And loved.

And like I'm funny.

Especially when I write a post that I think is quite clever, hilarious, inspiring, or all three. 

And when I open my blog to see 0 comments.

My heart breaks.

Just a little.

Okay, it doesn't really break.

That was melodramatic.

But it is exciting to see comments.

I have no idea who all reads my blog.  I only know a couple people who do. And one person in particular who always leaves me a comment. Thank you Alaina for making me feel warm and fuzzy when I open my blog page! 

Maybe someday I'll solve the Blog Comments Mystery, but maybe I won't. Maybe it helps to post the link on facebook. Maybe it doesn't. Maybe I should email all my friends every time I post. Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should stop writing every day. 

Maybe that would work. Maybe it would leave all my lovely readers wanting more. And then maybe I'd find out who those lovely readers are. Because maybe they would leave a comment. Maybe not.

But for now, the dishes need some love. 

Cafe Rio in Missouri!

There's a Cafe Rio coming to Missouri!!!

....just kidding.

But, if you're craving some delicious Sweet Pork burritos or salad, head on over to my place!

Just give me some warning first...please.

We had Cafe Rio night tonight. It was divine. It has been way too long since I've had the delightful opportunity to dine at that fantastic little place. My mom has a recipe that I used tonight. It all turned out great. So, I'm sharing the goods.

But, here's the thing: Soooo many people have Cafe Rio recipes, and they all say they taste "JUST LIKE the real thing!!!" I've only tried this one. So I don't know what the others taste like. But I know this one is stellar good. You can pick and choose whatever recipe floats your boat. Just know that two Cafe Rio recipe staple ingredients are: coke (or dr. pepper) and lots of brown sugar. If a recipe doesn't have those two ingredients, don't waste your time. It probably won't taste the same. So because I'm so nice, here ya go:

Shredded Sweet Pork:
The night before....
3 1/2-4 lb pork roast (bone in or out, lots of fat)
2 T brown sugar
1 tsp cayenne pepper
2 tsp cumin (I will definitely at least cut this in half next time, too strong for me)
1 tsp salt

Combine the spices and rub all over the pork roast. Throw in a crock pot and cook on low. All night.
In the morning, add:
1 can coke (or dr. p)
1 c. chicken broth
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 small onion, diced

Continue cooking on low all day. An hour before serving, shred the pork and add:
1 c. brown sugar (or 2, or 3...whatever tickles your fancy. I may or may not have added around 2...)
1 can coke, or dp...if you want
some more chicken broth...if you want

Tomatillo Ranch Dressing:
3 tomatillos, quartered
1 pkg. buttermilk ranch dressing mix
1 c. mayo (miracle whip doesn't work quite the same way)
1/2 c. buttermilk
1 c. fresh cilantro, (1/2 a bunch)
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 jalepeno, seeds removed
juice of 1 lime

Toss it all in a blender and mix well. Chill at least 1 hour before serving.

Cilantro Rice:
3 c. rice
1/2 small onion, minced
1 clove garlic, minced
1/2 bunch fresh cilantro, chopped

Make the rice and add the stuff. Or make the rice with the stuff added. However you want to do it. You could probably add a squeeze of lime in there too and get delicious results.

Serve all of these things with delicious tortillas, black beans, lettuce, pico di gallo, fresh parmesan cheese, and whatever else you want...or don't. YUM!

Did you know you could make your own buttermilk at home? Just add a tablespoon of vinegar OR lemon juice to 1 cup of milk and let sit for 15 minutes or so. You can also substitute almond milk and get the same results, just dairy free. Wahoo!

He has big, pouty lips. And he's already a ladies man.

Oh dear.

:-)