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Rice Noodle Stir Fry

I love (good) Chinese food.  When we lived in Studio City , CA we were just around the corner from a great Chinese place.  We could walk there in less than 5 minutes so I’m pretty sure we were there or got take out at least once a week.  Now I have to get in the car to pick up take out and the place I like the best doesn’t use those cute little cardboard take out boxes.  It’s not the same after a 30 minute round trip drive and styrofoam boxes.

This week I decided to make my own Chinese take out.  I was very happy with the results but I’m not going to lie…the kids weren’t too keen on it.  And Dear Husband’s response to my inquiry if he liked it was a half-heated sure, yeah.  Now that I think about it he never orders noodles of any kind when we eat at a Chinese restaurant.  Hummm.  In any case, I love rice noodles and thought this recipe was a great substitute for take out.

Ingredients:

1 package rice noodles
1 lb. chicken breast cut into bite size pieces
1 red bell pepper, seeded and chopped
2 carrots, peeled and chopped julianne style
1/3 cup teriyaki sauce
2 Tbs. soy sauce
2 Tbs. rice vinegar
2 Tbs. oyster sauce
1 Tbs. cornstarch
1 tsp. toasted sesame oil
2-3 Tbs. olive oil
2 Tbs. peeled, minced fresh ginger
2 cloves garlic, minced

1.  Combine chicken with Teriyaki sauce and set aside to marinate.  Combine soy sauce, rice vinegar, oyster sauce, sesame oil and cornstarch.

2.  In a wok or large skillet, heat olive oil and cook chicken.  About 10 minutes.  While chicken is cooking, break rice noodles in half into a large bowl.  Pour hot water over noodles to soften.

3. Once chicken is cooked, add ginger, garlic, carrots and bell pepper and cook on high for 1 minute.  Drain noodles and add to chicken and veggies.  Add soy sauce mixture and toss to combine.

Eat with chop sticks and you’ll fool your family into thinking you picked up take out from your favorite restaurant as a treat.

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Coffee Table to Train Table to Lego Table

Once upon a time there was an Ikea coffee table.

This is a story of a coffee table’s journey to becoming a Lego table.  (if you want to skip the tale, jump to the bottom for instructions on how to turn a coffee table into a Lego table)

In 1999 I moved into my first post-college, pre-marriage apartment.  I was living all by myself for the first time in a tiny place in West Hollywood.  Where does one go when they have no job and are on their own for the first time?  Ikea!  I found a rectangular, pine coffee table.  I don’t think they sell the style anymore but I imagine it came from the Herfenklunk collection.  It served me well, then me became we and it continued to do its duty as a place to eat dinner, rest cocktails, artfully displayed coffee table books, etc.  Soon we became three and the cocktails were replaced with sippy cups and coffee table books turned into board books.  It took a beating from Thomas trains and never complained a bit.

Soon we three moved across the country and expanded our living space.  We (and by we I mean he would play and I would have to sit and watch) played with trains night and day and I knew we needed a designated table just for trains.  Like the Giving Tree, the coffee table called out.  Come boy, come and dent my soft pine with your incecent pounding.  Come and play.  Who was I to deny a faithful table’s wish?  I sanded it down, added trim around the edge and painted it to match the new room.  Voila’!  Train table.  Boy and table were happy.

A few years passed happily then one day the boy declared that he “wasn’t into trains anymore” and the train table became a regular ol’ toy table.  It’s paint chipped, it became dusty and it’s purpose was forgotten.

Time went by and I decided that my dining room had just about had enough of the Lego explosion that had taken place.  This past weekend the coffee table was granted a new lease on life.  We cleaned her off, cleared away the dust and broken toys and set out to make her into a Lego table.

And the table was happy.

Should you wish to turn your old coffee table into a Lego table, here are simple instructions.

Supplies:  table, wood trim, sand paper, wood glue, 3/4 inch screws, paint, Lego foundation sheets, industrial strength adhesive or epoxy  (I used E 3000.  Hopefully it can take a beating).

Step 1.  Sand table.

Step 2.  Add trim all the way around the edge.  Measure and cut 1 1/4 x 1/4 trim to fit.  If you don’t have a way to make a clean cut, take your exact measurements to Lowes or Home Depot and they will do it for you.  Use wood glue and 3/4 inch screws to secure trim.  Don’t use nails.  Your child will eventually rip the trim off despite the fact that you put more nails than necessary.  Take it from me and use screws.  Make sure to pre-drill holes in the trim to prevent splitting.

Step 3.  Paint.

Step 4.  Position Lego foundation sheets on the table where you want them.  Before gluing create one big sheet by connecting the individual sheets with Legos.  Mark the corners of the Lego sheet on the table. DO NOT glue the sheets to the table flush up against each other without first connecting them with Legos.  Carefully remove the now connected Lego sheets and set aside.

Step 5.  Glue.  We decided to take our large sheet apart and glue down two at a time.  It’s really important to keep at least two sheets connected with Legos.  If you are gluing down in segments, only apply glue to the table in the area of each segment as you go.  Don’t apply all the glue at once.  You’re asking for trouble.  Line up the corners with the marks you made and hold firmly in place for a few minutes.  When you’re ready to glue the next two sheets, have a couple of Legos attached and hanging off the edge of the pieces you are going to glue next.  That way you can line them up with the sheets you just glued down.  Use the Legos as a guide to connect the new sheets next to the sheets you just glued down.  Again, if you just glue them flush up against each other the spacing will be off by a fraction of an inch and Lego play will become frustrating.  The last thing we need is irate Lego builders.

Each of the Lego sheets were $4.99.  This train table re-do cost me $40 plus glue and some new containers to sort Legos.  Addison and I spent the evening sorting Lego pieces.  My guess is that they will stay sorted for about 2 days and tiny Legos will get burried in the carpet but it’s worth it to see him being creative in his own space.

Breakfast of Champions

Being the picky eater that is my second grader, sometimes it’s a challenge coming up with a breakfast that will get him through the morning.

Soothies are a great way to get fruit, protein and calcium into those little tummies to start the day off right.  The great thing about smoothies is that the fruits and veggies combinations are endless.  Our fruit combo of choice is banana/strawberry/blueberry.

Ingredients (these measurements are all approximate.  I never use a measuring cup so this is my best guess)

1 banana
4 strawberries
1/4 cup blueberries
1 cup greek yogurt (vanilla or strawberry flavor)
1 Tbs. Wheat Germ
1 generous scoop of vanilla flavored protein powder or 1 package of Carnation Instant Breakfast
1 cup milk
optional: 1/2 cup of ice (this will make it more thick)

Combine everything in a blender and blend until…blended.

This smoothie plus a bowl of Cheerios and I get the “good mommy” badge for the day.

Favorite Summer Memory

Now that school has started I’m in summer reflection mode.  We have had two great family vacations, hours in the pool and playtime with friends.  I grilled to my heart’s content and created an adult beverage that will become a summer staple for girls night in.  Despite all of that my favorite thing about this summer was not having to wake up to the alarm clock.

Here’s the deal.  I hate getting up early.  During the school year I stumble around the kitchen making breakfast and lunches.  Getting my oldest up and going is a struggle every single morning.  Despite our best efforts to prepare for school the night before the next morning is a frustrating rush out the door.  I usually end up yelling and threats are made that he will either have to go to school with one shoe or will be left behind because the ‘train’ is pulling out.  On days when I have to get myself and the toddler out the door early means getting myself ready before the kids and that means getting up even earlier.  It’s stressful and I don’t like it.

This summer the only time we set the alarm was the day we had to make it to the airport on time.  The rest of the time I let the sun and the sounds of my two year old playing in his crib wake me up.  I made no effort to be any place early so each morning was a lazy stroll through cartoons and breakfast in our jammies.  The best part of all of this was there wasn’t any yelling.  I didn’t have to yell to hurry up or find a shoe or rush to finish homework that should have been completed the night before.  No mommy guilt here, just the morning paper and a cup of coffee.

Picking wild blueberries and them baking them into a pie was amazing but stress-free mornings were priceless.  What’s your favorite summer memory?

Last Day of Summer Break

Cherrios, Max & Ruby, Legos, playground, fruit snacks, Pocoyo, Mario Kart, take a nap, read a book, dig in the dirt, swimming pool, popcycle, take a bath, say goodnight.  Bittersweet.

Easy “Homemade” Pasta Sauce

Raise your hand if you’ve ever used jarred pasta sauce.  Give me an amen if you use it on a regular basis.  For those of you who didn’t raise your hands or give a shout out to the Lord…I don’t believe you.  It’s okay to admit it, this is the internet, I can’t see you.  Personally, I have both hands raised and singing a hearty amen sister.

Jarred pasta sauce, the best thing since sliced bread and one of the most usable kitchen conveniences I can think of.  but every now and then I want to feel homespun so I make “homemade” sauce.  It’s not completely homemade b/c I don’t go to the trouble of dicing and stewing tomatoes.  Sorry.

Should you feel the need to get old school (but not too old school) with your sauce here is what you will need:

1 can petite diced tomatoes, fire roasted
1 can tomato paste
1 can low sodium chicken broth
1 lg shallot, minced
4 cloves garlic, minced
1 yellow squash*, diced
dried oregano
1 handful fresh parsley, chopped
salt & pepper
1 Tbs. sugar
olive oil

1.  Heat 2 Tbs olive oil in a skillet and saute shallot and garlic until fragrant, about 3 minutes.  Add squash and saute another 2-3 minutes.

2.  Add tomatoes, tomato paste, chicken broth and sugar.  Stir to combine.  Season with a couple of dashes of oregano and salt and pepper.  Add parsley and combine.  Simmer on low for 30 minutes.

*  If you don’t have squash there are lots of substitutions.  A jar of roasted red peppers would be divine or cup of sliced mushrooms.  If you want to feel healthy add a cup of diced carrots.

A day in Boston

To conclude our amazing trip to New Hampshire we spent one day in Boston.  Without kids.  You heard me right…without kids.  Dear Husband’s brave aunt and uncle volunteered to babysit the four boys all day so that us parents could have a day in Beantown.

It was truly a gift.  At first I felt guilty that they were watching the boys while we were living it up.  My  next stage of parent paranoia; I was a little afraid that four little boys would be too crazy.  Then I remembered that they have six other grandchildren and this wasn’t their first rodeo.  They were happy to give us some time to ourselves.

We hit the road in time to meet up with another one of Dear Husband’s aunt and uncle (who live in the area) for a Red Sox game.  We started the day off right with appetizers at a swank restaurant right around the corner from Fenway Park.  Riesling and oysters?  Yes, please but save room for a Fenway Frank.

Just to the left of that giant guy in the blue checked shirt is the famous red seat (marked for the longest home run in Fenway history by Ted Williams).  I couldn’t get that guy to move out of the way so this is the best shot I could get.

The first 7 innings were preeeety warm.  I repeated this mantra in my head It’s not 114, it’s only 85.  Despite my mantra the sweat on the back of my legs made it look like I peed my pants.  Thankfully sweat dries quickly when the breeze off the harbor picks up and and I didn’t have to hide my hiney with my purse.

In case anyone is interested…we played a great game against the Texas Rangers.  We lost, but only by one run.

No trip would be complete without a few shots on Instagram.

We picked up a couple of Green Monster souvenirs for the kiddos said goodbye to Dear aunt and uncle.

We weren’t ready to head back and knew that the kids were in good hands so we headed to the North End.  We wandered around for a few minutes looking for a place to eat.  There are about 3000 tiny Italian restaurants in a 3 block radius that all looked wonderful.  We picked one at random and were very happy with the results.  Trattoria Di Monica was tiny, dark and did NOT have a kids menu.  Winner.  I started with a caprese salad with fresh mozzarella and for the main course had seared scallops with a white wine sauce over black linguine.  Divine.

Thank you Boston (and Dear Husband’s uncle and aunt).  You made me feel like a civilized adult again.

Wild Blueberry Pie

While we were on our vacation extraordinaire to New Hampshire, we visited a tiny island to swim and pick blueberries.  We were all given a singular job: pick enough blueberries so we could have pie that night.

Harry only contributed about 3 blueberries to the greater good.  Most of his went immediately into his mouth.  That’s okay with me…super foods make for a super boy.

We came away with 8 cups of wild blueberries! Enough for a pie, a cobbler and a little left over for breakfast the next morning.

Making this pie is super easy if you have an island covered in wild blueberries, a boat to get you there and an aunt who can whip out a pie in 10 minutes.  If you don’t have all of these things, the grocery store will suffice.

Dear Husband’s energetic Aunt whipped up a blueberry pie in no time.  I had no idea it was so easy.  Next time I want to make one I’ll have to visit a grocery store for my berries instead of a picturesque island in the middle of Lake Winnipesaukee.  I’m not sure it will taste quite the same as picking the berries yourself made the pie taste that much better.  I’m willing to take a taste test.

Ingredients:

2 pie crusts
8 cups blueberries
3 Tbs dry tapioca
water
2/3 cups sugar
juice from half a lemon
dash of salt

1.  Soak tapioca in water for about an hour before you are ready to assemble pie.

2.  Preheat oven to 420 degrees.  Combine blueberries, sugar, salt and lemon juice.  Drain water from tapioca.  Combine tapioca with berries.

3.  Fill pie crust with berry mixture (approximately 6 cups), cover with the second crust and pinch the edges to seal.  Use a fork to poke holes in the top of pie. (Save the remaining 2 cups for blueberry cobbler*

4.  Bake at 420 for 10 minutes.  Reduce to 350 and bake for one hour.

* Cobbler crust ingredients:  1 1/2 cups oats, 5 tbs. melted butter, 1/2 tsp. cinnamon, 1/2 cup brown sugar, 1/4 cup flour, 1/2 tsp salt.  Bake at 400 for 10 minutes.  Reduce to 350 and bake for 25-35 minutes.

Live Free Or Die

Last week we took a family vaycay to New Hampshire. Dear Husband has an aunt and uncle who live part time on Lake Winnipesaukee, just around the bend from On Golden Pond.
I can’t begin to express our delight at leaving the suffocating 114-degree Oklahoma heat and arriving to a cool 83.  The smell of pine needles in the air brought us all back to life.

Dear Husband also has cousins from this side of the family that he is close with.  One such cousin was in the states with his sweet little family visiting his parents.  They live in Dubai.  Yes, Dubai.  They also have a home in NH but don’t get to spend very much time there because they live…in Dubai.  I can’t imagine living that far away.  Anyhoo – They are wonderful and we were very excited to get to spend a week with them and felt special that they would choose to spend their precious USA time with us.

The first full day we were there we went to this great little beach just down the road.  The water was clear and calm.  The perfect place to build sand castles, swim, explore and play.

Snack time tastes so much better when you’re sitting wrapped up in a towel and tuckered out.  Your swim trunks are wet and sandy but you’re warm under the sun, tiny toes are digging in the sand and your little sandy fist is clutching a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Dear Aunt and Uncle’s lake home is called Camp Woolaroc.  They are originally from Bartlesville, OK.  They raised their children on the east coast and have spent the majority of their lives in the Boston area but they still hold Bartlesville near and dear to their heats.

Camp Woolaroc is a little boy’s dream.  Fishing right off the dock, playing in the sand and swimming in the lake.  Riding in a water ski boat, a floating bouncy thingy and s’mores.  What more could they ask for?  Fireworks right off the dock?  No problem!  NH doesn’t have any laws regarding fireworks.  Live Free or Die baby.  Don’t tell us how to shoot off our fireworks.

These floating bouncy thingies (I’m not sure what else to call it) were popular on the lake.  Lots of homes had them and I can see why.  I had my workout for the month on this thing.

Addison was thrilled at the opportunity to fish.  As he put it, it was “the first time I have been able to fish in my entire life!”

2 of about 20 that were caught and then tossed back into the lake.

Taking a breather after a hard day of play.

These little cousins range in age from 7, 4, 2 and almost 2.  They all got along swimmingly.  It was so wonderful to see them pick right up and start playing like they were the best of friends.  All the parents breathed a sigh of relief that they got along so well.

One day we all boarded the boat and headed across the lake to a little island called Ragged Island (how fun is that name? It just sounds like there could be a pirate hiding out there or some treasure to be discovered)

No one lives on Ragged Island and you have to be careful about picking up after yourselves.  Blueberry bushes lined the path and we were all tasked with picking enough blueberries to make a pie.  Check out our amazing wild blueberry pie here.

One evening we headed over to the Cousin’s house for beer, pizza and play time.  It doesn’t take much to make us happy.  Just give me a cold beer, slice of pizza, a beautiful sunset and four little boys who entertain each other.

The next day we took the boys to a nature center near Squam Lake (where On Golden Pond was filmed).  We were able to have a close encounter with a beaver but the highlight was a barn converted into a huge play house.  We ended up at a great restaurant on the lake were I was able to experience my first Lobster Roll.

That night it was time for s’mores and fireworks.  I think I ate too much.

More posts of berry picking and Beantown are on their way.

For now, no visit to New England would be complete without this…

and this…

Let the Games Begin!!!

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We started our Olympic excitement with a Melted Bead Ring Wind chime and Medals! As I was hanging the pieces to make our little wind chimes the other day, it came to me… Olympic Rings!! My son is really into gymnastics right now, so we’ve been watching the USA Team Trials on OnDemand and are really excited to see the team in action!

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I've seen a lot of Olympic inspired crafts out there but this one takes the gold. I'm not going to have time to do this craft myself as we have a busy schedule ahead of us but I still had to share this great idea with all three of you reading this. Check out my blogger friend Louise at I'm Feelin' Crafty for this super cute craft.