Monthly Archives: March 2017

Jumbo Honey BBQ Chicken Wings

My husband says if we ever open a restaurant (which is not something we’re planning on doing ever) we should cook up chicken drumsticks like buffalo wings and serve them as jumbo wings. So, here is my first creation for his future restaurant.

As always, easy breezy ingredients and instructions:

4 lbs. of chicken drumsticks

18 oz of barbecue sauce

1/4 cup of honey

Frank’s red hot (I didn’t measure this, just shook the bottle a few times, obviously shake it more to make it spicy, less or not at all if you don’t like things hot.)

Remove the skin from the chicken and place in the crock pot. Next combine all other ingredients in a bowl. I recommend using 2 different barbecue sauces, 9 ounces of each, this gives it a more complex and interesting flavor. Pour mixture over chicken and cook on low for about 7 hours.

These were really yummy. And as usual I didn’t think to snap a picture, haha. So here’s a picture of some ingredients!




I’m Someone’s Mom

Monday night my mom called around 5:00 requesting I come help her for a couple hours. If it was almost anyone else requesting my help I would have explained that the kids hadn’t eaten dinner, it was bath night and I had several things to do for the radio station. But, as it was my Mom, I asked my husband if he minded, and I left. My Mom means everything to me, she does so much for me, and she rarely asks for anything in return. So, when she does, I don’t even give a 2nd thought to helping her.

After 3 or 3.5 hours away I returned to my kids just in time to kiss Lucille good night and bring Lennon up to bed. I missed them. And as I lay in Lennon’s bed trying to get him down for the night I heard Lucille giving Peter a hard time. Repeatedly I heard her request me. And though I should have been frustrated when I came down stairs and saw Peter gave up and let her wait for me, I wasn’t. I was so touched that she missed me so much in those few hours. I was more than happy to bring her to bed myself, even though it was late.

When Lucille was born I remember being blown away by the immediate love I felt for her. It was like when the Grinch’s heart grows 3 sizes. I met this tiny person who I already loved so much, and just seeing her made me experience a love so much stronger than what I already felt, unlike anything I could have ever imagined. In that moment I was in awe as I realized how much my Mother loved me. I never knew a parent child relationship from the other end and I couldn’t believe the new rush of emotions I was feeling.

In the moment that I snuggled Lucille to sleep on Monday night a new realization hit me. She loves me as much as I love my Mom. My Mom, who has been without a doubt the most influential person in my life. Who has taught me to be kind and brave, taught me right from wrong, and always been by my side. Like the love I have for my kids, I feel a different kind of love for my Mom. A love that I don’t feel towards anyone else. She has been and will always be the person I turn to when I need advice, the person I run to when I have exciting news, the person I lean on when I am at my lowest point. And I get to be that to these 2 precious little people!! And, yes, I’ve been a Mom for almost 3 years so on most levels I realized this before. But something about my Monday night snuggles, I realized the extent to how important I am in their lives and how treasured I am in their hearts. And it made me melt. And I wanted to keep snuggling her for about a decade!

My Mom’s wedding day last summer.

 




Name of the Day: Marielle

A French diminutive of Marie, Marielle is exotic but approachable. My middle name is Marie, which is in honor of my aunt. Probably 80% of the people reading this consider Marie to be a family name, it’s classic! This would be a great way to honor someone named Marie without using the same name. (Though, I do find Marie lovely as well!)

Katia and Marielle Labèque are French sisters known internationally for their piano performances. Check out their performance Rhapsody in Blue on YouTube. They now own their own record label, and represent young artists from several genres. Though they have their own personal lives, they still live together, currently in a palace in Rome.

Marielle Goitschel skied in the Olympics, winning 5 medals, 3 of them gold. Another famous sister set, Marielle and her older sister Christine were the first sisters to compete in an individual Olympic event against each other. Their first event Christine won gold and Marielle silver, the 2nd they flopped the order of their victories. I guess with this association as well as the one above, Marielle is the perfect little sister name.

2 members of the French parliament are named Marielle, which I think makes the name more powerful and passionate. Marielle Houle is a well known Canadian criminal who helped her sick son commit suicide. Obviously, to some this would be a terrible association, but to some, this namesake represents a very loving mother. To learn more about these and other Marielles, check out Wikipedia.




Name of the Day: Evander

An ancient Greek name meaning “good man”. I think this name is strong and handsome… But worry it’s too associated with Evander Holyfield. He may be a lovely person, I don’t know. I have no interest in boxing, so with him being such a strong association for many, it’s probably not the perfect name for my son. But if boxing is your thing, I recommend it. And if it’s not but you think you can get past the Holyfield association, there have been other influential bearers of the name.

Evander of Pallene founded the city of Pallantium, which would later be Rome. He also started the Lupercalia festival, which rids the city of evil spirits, cleanses the villagers and making them healthy and fertile.

Evander is also the name of an ancient Greek philosopher, a sculptor and more. I love the nickname Van! LOVE!! Evan is another good nickname, as is Ander.




Asparagus Crescent Rolls Recipe

In an attempt to get my carb loving daughter to eat some veggies, I attempted something new the other night. It was yummy and it was super easy!

All you need is:

a package of crescent rolls

bacon bits

shredded cheese (I used Mozzarella)

about a pound of asparagus

I chopped the yucky woody ends of the asparagus and boiled it for a couple minutes while I opened the crescent rolls and laid them out individually. I sprinkled a tiny bit of bacon bits and then a tiny bit of cheese on each roll. Then I placed the asparagus inside and rolled them up. Baked them for about 10 minutes at 400 degrees.




My Perfect Friday Night

This last Friday I was given the chance to go see a performance of the Sound of Music. My Mom and brother were given tickets and both were willing to give up their own ticket so I could go with the other one. I’m obsessed with Sound of Music, but so are they. My whole family loves it. They both thought I needed the night out more than them though. And they’re probably right. But I didn’t want to go. I wanted to want to go, but I didn’t.

The show started at 8. It was almost an hour and a half from my house. In an area I’m not used to driving in. And it was snowing very lightly. And mostly I was tired. It had been a VERY long week. Lucille’s still pooping her pants, Lennon has been teething badly, the end of one month and beginning of the next is my busiest time at work, oh and my period just started. So yes, I deserved a nice Friday night. And I had one planned: a new chicken recipe with a new side dish recipe for dinner, bath time for the babes, a popcorn movie night followed by bedtime and then maybe drinking a cider and watching an episode of Friends with Peter. I was really looking forward to it, and then I got the call about the tickets.

The generosity of my mom and brother was so nice. I wanted to go simply because I was touched. I felt bad turning them down. But 8:00 is bedtime. Peter can’t do bedtime without me. Lennon needs the boob to get to sleep. If Peter tried, I’m afraid we may lose some of the progress we’ve made with little man. I know he’d try if I wanted to have a night out. But I don’t want him to. I know it’d be a disaster. I know I’d pay for it for days to come.

I spend the majority of my time in my house. When I leave, the kids are almost always with me, so I’m chasing them around making sure they’re safe. I should want to get out without them. But I’m too tired to dress up to see a show. I’m too tired to drive back home from a show at 10 pm. Honestly, I fear I’d fall asleep. I enjoy the arts, but I don’t have the energy to actively enjoy them right now. I look forward to being able to go to these shows again in the future. When I’ve slept more than a 2 hour stretch some time in the past 3 years. But it’s not right now.

Right now I’m happy spending 99% of my time with a 2 year old and a 1 year old. Because soon I won’t have a 2 year old and a 1 year old. I’m happy having 1 meal away from my kids a month, when my husband and I have our monthly date. When I get additional time away from them, I’m happy to spend it during daylight hours for both my sake and theirs, because we’re all too tired for me to be out late at night.

I’ve seen mother’s and prospective mother’s put down women like me who give everything up to be a mom. And that’s fine. I’m not asking you to do it. I completely support mother’s making every effort to have a social life outside their kids. But for me, other than play dates with other mom friends, my social life is taking a break for a few years. To me, it’s a small sacrifice to make.

I hope the Sound of Music comes to my area again in a few years and I can go with my mother, brother and sister. I hope my friends who I’ve lost touch with know I still love them, I just can’t talk on the phone for more than 30 seconds without my phone being torn from my hand by a curious observer. I hope to teach my kids to love the things I love that I’ve taken a break from: dance, theater, music, literature. I hope that I can enjoy a full night’s sleep before this decade ends. But mostly I hope to get to experience as many moments as I can with my husband and two toddlers.




Name of the Day: Gilda

Gilda means sacrifice or value. It has 3 very strong associations, but I think all 3 are glamorous, classic and artsy.

Gilda is the name of a 1946 film starring Rita Hayworth. I love watching old Hollywood movies and wondering if my grandparents saw the film, how they liked it, etc. As someone who went to school for media studies, I find films from this time period so simple and endearing. I’d love a name that reminded me of any of them. This one in particular, though, I haven’t yet seen to be able to say if I like it better or worse than others. But I plan too.

Gilda Radner was one of the original cast members of Saturday Night Live, and most consider her to be the most talented and influential of the original cast. I know she was my mom’s favorite. Like many people who have brought so much joy and laughter to her fans, her life was actually quite tragic in many ways. She struggled with many eating disorders, her father died when she was young, had friends who abused drugs, of which she didn’t approve, and of course, she died at only 42 of ovarian cancer. However, her life also found her a great love in Gene Wilder. Their romance was cut tragically short when she lost her battle to cancer, but Gene continued to honor his late wife by raising awareness of ovarian cancer and providing support for those with cancer or a high likelihood of getting ovarian cancer.

Gilda is also the beautiful daughter of Rigoletto in the tragic opera Rigoletto. Her father shelters her from the public to protect her, but in truth this makes her naive and foolish and starving for any sort of affection. In the end she gives her life for a man she thinks she loves, despite knowing he is unfaithful and has lied to her.

I just love Gilda. It’s so simple, but uncommon, while still being familiar. I don’t think it needs a nickname, however Gildy, Gilly and G are all adorable.




Strawberry Apple Crisp with Baby Oatmeal

You know me and how I come to discover new recipes: A couple days ago there were groceries in my house about to go bad. Apples and strawberries. So I found a great recipe online. And while making it I thought, hey, can I substitute some of these ingredients with that baby oatmeal I stocked up on? (See this post on teething biscuits!) The answer is… kind of!

I replaced 1 cup of oats with a cup of baby cereal and another cup of flour with a cup of baby cereal. I also replaced sugar with powdered sugar because that’s what I had in the house and did different amounts of strawberries and apples based on what I had. So my ingredients and instructions were:

10 oz of strawberries

2-3 apples (I used 3 because they were TINY apples)

1/2 tsp cinnamon

1/5 cup of powdered sugar

1/2 cup of oats

1/2 cup of flour

2 cups of baby cereal

1 1/5 cup of brown sugar

1/2 cup of margarine

All I did was:

  1. Dice the strawberries and apple and combine them with cinnamon and powdered sugar
  2. Poured into a baking dish (that I had sprayed with non-stick stuff)
  3. Combined remaining ingredients in a bowl… and here’s where it got tricky… these ingredients didn’t mix super well and weren’t the consistency that I was expecting. However I put them over the fruit anyways and put them in the oven at 350 degrees. I checked after about 10 minutes and the top was getting a little brown and not mixing how desired so instead of making this a top coat, I just mixed it in with the rest… it wasn’t layered with a crisp layer on top. The crisp was just found throughout, which is what pretty much happens on my plate anyways. But it wasn’t as pretty a finished product. But it still tasted DAMN GOOD!

So if I make it again my steps will probably be: dice fruits, combine all ingredients, bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes or so.

If you don’t have baby cereal you’re trying to get rid of, or if you are serving this meal to guests and care that it looks pretty, I recommend doing the original recipe, let’s link to it again! But if you bought too much baby cereal for a baby who refused to eat it like I did- I recommend this very highly!




Name of the Day: Thaddeus

I’m obsessed with the name Thaddeus. My husband has shot it down before and I’ve put off bringing it up again as I know he isn’t a fan if the “Th” sound, especially in the beginning of a name. But I love it too much to not even try.

Thaddeus means courageous heart or could be related to Theodore, so would mean Gift of God. Both amazing meanings. Thaddeus is the last name of one of Jesus’s 12 Apostles, Jude.

I love nicknames Tad, Thad, Taz, Ted and Deus. Let’s be honest, as a baby I’d call him Tadpole!

Thaddeus can be considered a musically inspired name for 2 reasons: Thaddeus “Thad” Jones was a jazz trumpeter, composer and band leader. Also the inventor of the telharmonium (an electric organ considered the first synthetic instrument) was Thaddeus Cahill.

Thaddeus Stevens was a Radical Republican who wanted to rid our country of slavery. When the freedom of slaves was clearly going to happen, he thought some of the slave owners’ land should have been given to the newly freed slaves. When Lincoln was killed and Johnson took his place, Stevens was disgusted by his unwillingness to put into law any protections for the newly freed slaves. Thus, he tried to get Johnson impeached, which, as we know, never happened. He also believed in, worked for and donated his own resources towards free public education to all.




Name of the Day: Indira

Meaning beauty or splendid in Sanskrit, this name belongs to the wife of Hindu God Vishnu. She is the goddess of wealth, fortune and prosperity. (She’s also known as Lakshmi.) To me this name is extraordinarily feminine and powerful.

Indira Gandhi was the third Prime Minister of India. To date, she is the only female to hold this position. Her father is the only prime minister who served longer than herself, a record she may have broken had she not been assassinated. In 1999 BBC did a poll which resulted in Indira being named “Woman of the Millennium.”

Indira Devi was an extremely courageous and passionate Indian princess. At 18 years old she broke of her engagement that her parents arranged to marry someone they didn’t approve of. Her parents continued to fight this wedding but eventually gave her permission, though they refused to attend it. She had 5 kids but before their 10 year anniversary her husband died. 2 of her children died while Indira still lived. So full of life herself, it’s sad how much tragedy found her family.

Indira Kadambi is an Indian dancer and choreographer. Indira Freitas Johnson is an Indian artist and nonviolence educator. Indira Naidoo is an Australian journalist. Many more influential Indiras can be found on this Wikipedia page.