Tuesday, May 21, 2013

A beautiful life: DIY photo wall

Oh hey. 
Are your photos rotting away in hundreds of pictures files on your computer too?
Is the only way that you display your photos through a tiny phone screen filed under a name called instagram?
Do you only have a picture or two here and there in your house of your family?
Well me too. Big fat me too. 
My whole life I have been drawn to homes that have loads of pictures of their families doing
all the things that they love most.  And these days it's crime for how easy it is to snap a picture of every single moment in our life, and for what? To never display in the proper way? 
No more I say! 
I have been meaning to do this for over year now, and thought I would wait until I had the proper slice of wall.  And low and behold, I moved into a home with the proper slice of wall. 
And here she is....
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I am so happy with how it turned out.  I nearly started crying at the finished product.
I knew that I would love it, but I didn't know how powerful it would be to me. 
Sometimes we get stuck in our daily routines, and forget of the beauty that is all around us. 
We forget that we live in a world with so much beauty among all of the pain and suffering. 
I have been lucky enough to have a community of people surrounded around me every place that I have been.  And a family that makes my heart burst. And a husband who is filled with more compassion and goodness than anyone else I know. 
And sometimes I forget of all the beauty of this earth that we have witnessed. 
This wall is my reminder. It will be my daily reminder forever and ever. 
I will never have a home without it. 
The church that I belong to has a list of 13 articles of belief that we as members
are asked to stand by. While I was putting up all of these lovely pictures the 13th article 
kept on playing over and over in my head, the second half of the article specifically.
It reads,

"We hope all things, we have endured many things, and hope to be able to endure all things. If there is anything virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy, we seek after these things" 
  
This wall of pictures rings that truth to me over and over.
I have a lovely life. And I will always seek after the lovely and virtuous and praiseworthy things. Always. 

Go here to find the 
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Curious to know how I made this wall?
I picked around 300 pictures to have printed at costco. 
I spent a solid day or so editing and choosing all my photos first. 
Costco has the cheapest print center, maybe not the best quality but for a mass amount of photos quality wasn't as important.  I had them printed in 4 by 6 in luster, NOT glossy.
I then hand cut all the pictures down to 4 by 4. I wanted the perfect square look. 
I then used masking tape, NOT scotch tape to apply onto the wall. The wall size wasn't exact for the 4 by 4 measurements. I had to overlap each picture about an 8th of an inch so that it would fit nicely.  I started by lining 9 pictures across the very top of my wall, and 24 pictures down the very left column of the wall. Then used that as my guide for the rest of it. 
It was quite a bit of work but am SO happy with it. 
I find myself staring at it so often. 

Now get to work! Can't wait to see your photo walls. 


Saturday, May 4, 2013

Adventures: Mt. Vernon Tulip Festival

After a week of unpacking and sorting and organizing we got the itch.
The lets go on a Pacific North West day trip itch!
The best kind of itch. 
My best friend Andie lives just a short hour away from us which blows my mind
alllll the time. Because though an hour seems sort of out of he way, IT'S NOT. 
We are basically three's company now. 
Come and knock on my dooor..........
You get it. 
I have been meaning to get myself to the Tulip Festival that they hold annually 
in Mt. Vernon Washington for a long time. 
And I am so glad we did! It was perfect over-cast-y western Washington day.





  (This makes me laugh HARD, especially since lots of people watched us take this picture)






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Basically the Tulip Festival was magical and I kept on feeling like, wait, I live here?
I live in this beautiful area of this country?
I get to LIVE HERE?!
It's a dream really. 
New England will always have a special place in my heart, but the thing is, 
Washington has my WHOLE heart.
And really, how could it not?
Three cheers to loving my new life.
Cause I sure wouldn't want it any other way. 


Friday, April 26, 2013

We moved! Check out our space.

I moved! Again!
Things have been pretty dicey in my life in the last month or so. 
Stressful, and sad, and overwhelming. Mostly. 
I sort of shut down when things like that happen in my life.
Deaths, tragedies(boston), and moving are all enough to make anyone go into shut down mode
if you ask me.  But I moved. And am here on the most stunningly beautiful piece of land
this country has to offer. I think it's safe to say that western Washington is the prettiest, and
I have seen A LOT of the states you guys. 
So, one of my coping mechanisms through all the stress has been working on all of the pretty
things that I wanted to fill our new space with.  My dad has a giant shop in our backyard that has just about any tool or paint brush or utensil needed to create just about anything you could dream up. So everyday I would spend a handful of hours in there with Kyle dreaming up ideas for what we wanted our home to be. Our ideas were endless, but we narrowed it down to a few large pieces and handfuls of small pieces. 
That shop healed me. I think. 
Well...wanna see some of the stuff?!




My Dad is a carpenter, and came home one day with a giant piece of mirror
given to him for free from a client of his.  He gave it to me and told me to make it cool.
There was some aged fence wood laying around next to the shop so Kyle made a gorgeous 
frame for it.  It turned out better than I could ever imagined. And....FOR FREE!

I also have been frequenting fabric stores like it's going out of business.  The three colors
I chose for my accents were navy, bright reddish coral, and mustard yellow. My sister
taught me the tricks and trades of making pillow covers. And boy did I ever! 

We bought a cheap 10 dollar coffee table in Boston at an estate sale, I had the intentions of
painting it while in Boston but never got around to it.  One day in Spokane I was asking Kyle what color I should paint it when he half jokingly suggested I paint it striped.  And so obviously I took that idea and ran with it.  I am REALLY happy with how it turned out. 




My dad is basically my hero.  He is the most inventive and artistic and talented person
I have ever come across.  The work he makes is perfection.  I am so happy I had parents who taught me that you can make anything out of nothing.  He had some extra scraps laying around from some door edges from a dentist office remodel and made this awesome end table out of it.  Now, my dad, has extremely arthritic hands from all the labor he has induced them with.  So when he cut each tiny little panel down to an inch thick, angling the sides just so, fitting them together one by one around a circular top, was nothing short of a masterpiece.  I absolutely adore it, even more that its recycled and one of a kind. 
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You guys!! Look at it!! I am so so pleased with how it turned out. 
Kyle and I decided that our favorite style of decor is rustic/industrial with a flare
eclectic.  We dreamed up this shelving system made from galvanized pipe we went 
junk yard diving for, and reclaimed barn wood from an old barn out on the palouse highway. 
Let me preface this with saying that it was a lot of work. And Kyle did most all of it. 
Blood sweat and tears was what this shelf was made with. 
But..... LOOK AT IT!!
I was so excited to add our rusted 'S' we got a flea market in Vermont, the K&R plaque
made out of rusted nails that Kyle gifted me with, the log candles that I made, the deer sheds
that Kyle and I found while hiking, and a few of our favorite books and trinkets to top it off. 
We are completely in love with it. 
And total cost?
$15......
Yup!
Thank goodness for my Dad's shop, or it wouldn't have happened. 
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 Okay. So. 
My dad has a huge pile of reclaimed 150 year old barn wood that he so kindly offers
to his children to create whatever we please with it.  So, I decided that Kyle and I would make a table.  And at first, my sights were set low, nothing more than a quick plank top placed onto a metal stand.  But Kyle, oh my lovely husband Kyle, he had bigger ideas. 
My Dad held our hands through the whole process, and I mostly directed and created the 
design, and instilled my men to the labor of it all. Nail removing, cutting, measuring, sanding, planning, more sanding, glueing, nailing, more sanding, corner rounding, and stain picking. 
OH MY HEAVENS. Stain picking. That was the hardest part of it all. 
Kyle and I wanted it to look true to how the wood looked before we planed it down.
Most barns are ashy and gray and weathered.  And it turns out most people don't want their
furniture to look ashy and gray and weathered, because that type of stain hardly exist.
But the wonderful boys at Miller Paint Store in Spokane( GO THERE!) were so helpful
and suggested we use an aging powder that you mix with water. They even gave us
a package of the powder for FREE. Just because. We loooooove Miller Paint. 
We slapped it on and let it stand outside for a couple weeks while it slowly but surely
started looking old again.  The results ended up being darker than what we wanted originally 
but we ended up liking it just as much.
With a few coats of poly to smooth it out, and BOOM! This beautiful piece of work was born.
I sanded and painted a few chairs I found at estate sales for the ends and made a burlap 
table runner to add a little flare.....but like it needs it, let's be honest. 
I love it. So much. And can't wait for all the dinners we will have on it. 






Oh.....and.....total cost?
Just about free....
Yup.

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I have handfuls of other things to show you. 
So stay tuned for part two!!


And....
Stay even more tuned for all the adventures me and my husband will be taking
in the great and glorious Pacific North West!
You thought New England was awesome?
We will do up the the West coast even bigger and better.
You just wait.


I love you all and thank you for being patient with me through
the last few months that were hard ones for me. 
Youda Youda Bess.


Monday, April 8, 2013

Don

So i'm in a funk.
If you couldn't tell.
A dear family friend of ours passed away after a 9 year battle with cancer.
My whole family loved him, deeply.
We had the privilege of having him as a home teacher for nearly 3 and a half years.
He has done things for our family that no one else has done for us before. 
He changed us all, really. Especially my dad. 
He made us all better people.
And the thing that frustrates me the most is that the English language
can't piece together words great enough to describe the type of person he was.
I have sat down at this computer nearly everyday since he passed and felt defeated because
I can't quite tell you how much our family loved him, and appreciated him, and how we will miss him.
There aren't words that could explain it to you the man he was.
And I hope you understand that. 
And we all ache for his wife, and his children, and his family.
Because our feelings are just a tiny little fraction of theirs, and my little earthly mind can't
seem to fathom that. 
The funeral service was beautiful, and again I felt stuck trying to figure out how
in the world I could repay this wonderful man.
And sometimes all you can do is make hundreds of dinner rolls for the reception
and help clean the church building and serve the family and show your respect in the
best way you know how, and then again feel defeated because you wish you could do more.
You wish that you could take it away.  And you can't. 
And so you help fold up chairs and you refill water pitchers and you 
say a hundred little prayers in your mind asking for peace for their family.
And then you think again about all the amazing and wonderful and selfless things that
this man offered to my little family, and you realize that he did that for every person he knew and it's all just really overwhelming. 
And maybe the one thing I have left to thank him is to live my life more like
he did.  Because he lived his life with a pure love and devotion to Jesus Christ.
And so I will keep trying.  As a thank you. 
And I hope it's enough.




Monday, March 18, 2013

Pinterest= Low Self Esteem



I don't bake. 
But I give it a try here and there, just to make sure that my decision 
of not baking is a good idea. Like how I try shredded coconut every year, 
just to see if the texture isn't that of toenails every year. 
(It's still toe nail ish, if you ask me)


So I thought I would get wild and make some St. Patrick's Day 
rainbow cupcakes.  Fancy style. 

Here is what I was going for....



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And this is what I got....




Nailed it.

It turns out ugly cupcakes taste just as good as pretty cupcakes though.
And isn't that some life lesson or whatever?
Anyways, my cupcakes had sweet spirits fo sho!
(sweet spirit=kind of ugly but worth a shot)

Monday, March 11, 2013

Russcipe: No Knead Bread

So my dad reads the paper every single morning, and has ever 
since I can remember. One morning he set aside a section of a paper
with a recipe for bread that seemed too good to be true. He asked me to make it, and
so I did. Now, I can ruin just about any bread recipe there ever was. I am too impatient
and all the exact measurements and and oven temperatures and yeast types and flour types
and blah blah blah blah. It's too much for me. SO I don't bake. Hardly ever. 
But this recipe?
Seemed doable.
Here is the article and recipe copied and pasted from the Spokesman review. 
It's sort of a long read but I found it interesting and helpful. 

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Do you love the idea of baking homemade bread, but lack the actual – what’s the word I’m looking for? Talent? Baking skills? Competence?
Yeah, me, too. Which is why No-Work Bread (aka No-Knead Bread) has been such a godsend.
All you do is mix four ingredients in a bowl, wait a day, plop the dough into a Dutch oven or any covered pot, and out comes a gorgeous golden loaf of rustic artisan-style bread.
You never knead it, you barely even shape it, and you never have to fuss over whether the dough will rise or not. It always rises. Since I discovered this recipe three years ago, I have made a loaf, on average, once a week, and not a single one has failed. It’s foolproof.
And the bread is excellent: Crusty on the outside, airy on the inside and loaded with yeasty flavor. It’s not quite to the level of an artisanal bakery, but much closer than you would think.
This baking revolution – that’s not too strong a word – was perfected around 2006 by a New York City baker named Jim Lahey and was popularized shortly afterward by Mark Bittman of the New York Times. Lahey had discovered that if he fermented a very wet dough overnight and then dumped it into a hot, covered Dutch oven, he was actually creating a steamy oven-within-an-oven, simulating the steam ovens used by professionals to create a crackling crust.
The dough was far wetter and stickier than a standard dough. “You couldn’t knead this dough if you wanted to,” Bittman pointed out in the 10th anniversary edition of his classic cookbook, “How to Cook Everything.”
That extra moisture not only created steam, but it gave the yeast extra oomph.
“The moisture in the dough – combined with the long fermentation time – gives the protein in the flour, called gluten, an environment that lets it move around and develop a distinctive, elastic, web-like structure, which is necessary to trap the carbon dioxide generated by the yeast as it feeds,” Bittman wrote.
The result is a beautifully risen loaf with plenty of interior hollows and cavities.
The term “No-Work” is not just hype, unless you consider about 30 seconds of stirring to be work. It’s approximately as difficult as whipping up some pancake batter – from a mix. The only trade-off is this: You can’t whip up a loaf on the spur of the moment. You won’t be eating bread until about 24 hours later.
The original Jim Lahey recipe is included below. Beginners should use that recipe as written a time or two, just to gain some confidence. Then you can start to experiment. Over the years, legions of No-Work Bread fans have come up with all kinds of variations. One embellished recipe is also included below, along with two lists of suggested tweaks and substitutions.
Meanwhile, here are a few observations on the original recipe’s components and techniques:


The flour: All-purpose white flour works perfectly well, but bread flour (a bit higher in protein) makes a slightly airier loaf.
For whole-wheat bread, simply substitute one or two cups of whole wheat flour for the same amount of white flour. Don’t exceed a 50 percent whole wheat-to-white ratio, or your loaf will turn out heavy and dense.
If you want to make 100 percent whole-wheat bread, you should use a recipe specifically designed for that; in other words, something other than No-Work Bread.
The yeast: Either instant or rapid-rise yeast works well. The Saf-Instant brand of instant yeast, sold in one-pound bricks at area supermarkets, is excellent and will last, refrigerated, for dozens and dozens of loaves.
The recipe calls for a surprisingly small amount of yeast, a scant half-teaspoon. Don’t worry, this yeast will ferment and multiply like crazy over nearly a whole day. The first time you peek into a bowl that has been fermenting for 18 hours, you’ll think you’ve spawned The Blob That Ate Spokane.
The liquid: Water works just fine. However, I have discovered that substituting up to one cup of beer adds some welcome flavor to the bread. It doesn’t matter whether the beer is fresh or flat, or light or dark. Just don’t go with ultra-hoppy IPA, or you might detect some bitterness in the bread. (And besides, you should be drinking IPA, not cooking with it.)
A tablespoon of vinegar also adds some tart flavor.
Dumping the dough: The first time you make No-Work Bread, you’ll be perplexed by how to dump this massive blob of risen dough into its hot pot. Don’t fret, just plop it in, being careful not to burn yourself. Yes, it will look like the dough is smashed and ruined. But you’ll be surprised at the way the dough miraculously recovers in the oven.
The Cook’s Illustrated recipe, below, has an elaborate solution to the dough-plopping problem – although I remain unconvinced it’s an actual problem
The container: A covered Dutch oven is the perfect environment – but so is just about any metal, ceramic or stoneware pot, as long as it has a tight-fitting lid.
Try an oblong roasting pan if you want more uniform slices. An aluminum fish-poacher, which I found at a garage sale, simulates a baguette shape.
By the way, the heaviness of the pan makes surprisingly little difference. A thin, cheap roasting pan makes bread just as beautifully as heavy cast-iron.
Once I tried an experiment: I shaped the dough into a rough loaf shape, put it directly on a hot pizza stone, then I inverted an appropriate-sized pan over the dough, like a lid. Even that worked. The key is keeping the steam in during that first half-hour of baking.
The baking: The first 30 minutes, with the lid on, is not negotiable. But the second part of the baking, lid off, can vary from 20 to 30 minutes depending on how dark and crusty you want your bread to be.
By the way, the finished bread will not stick to the pot, any pot. It will slip right out.
Don’t try slicing it right away, because it’ll still be too moist. You’ll just smoosh it.
No-Work Bread has no preservatives, and little or no oil, so it’s not a long keeper. It will taste great the day you make it and pretty good the day after, too. Then, you can put it in a plastic bag for a few days. The wonderful crackly crust will soften and the crumb will dry out, but it will still make excellent toast.


Jim Lahey’s No-Work Bread

From “How to Cook Everything,” by Mark Bittman. This is the original, foolproof recipe. Use it as the basis for a multitude of additions and variations.
4 cups all-purpose or bread flour, plus flour for dusting
1/2 teaspoon instant yeast
2 teaspoons salt
2 cups water at about 70 degrees
2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil (optional)
Cornmeal, semolina or wheat bran, as needed
Combine the flour, yeast and salt in a large bowl. Add the water and stir until blended; you’ll have a shaggy, sticky dough. (Add a little more water if it seems dry.) Cover the bowl with plastic wrap or put the olive oil in a second large bowl, transfer the dough to that, turn to coat with oil and cover with plastic wrap. Let the dough rest for about 18 hours at about 70 degrees. The dough is ready when its surface is dotted with bubbles. Rising time will be shorter at warmer temperatures, a bit longer if your kitchen is 60-65 degrees.
Lightly flour a work surface, remove the dough and fold once or twice; it will be soft, but once sprinkled with flour, not terribly sticky. Cover loosely with plastic wrap and let rest for about 15 minutes.
Using just enough flour to keep the dough from sticking, gently and quickly shape the dough into a ball. Generously coat a cotton (not terry cloth) towel with cornmeal, semolina or wheat bran (or use a silicone baking mat); put the dough seam-side down on the towel and dust with more flour or cornmeal. Cover with another cotton towel (or plastic wrap) and let rise for about two hours.
When it’s ready, the dough will be more than doubled in size and won’t spring back readily when poked with your finger.
At least a half-hour before the dough is ready, heat the oven to 450 degrees. Put a 3- to 4-quart covered pot (with the cover) – it may be cast-iron, enamel, Pyrex or ceramic – in the oven as it heats. When the dough is ready, carefully remove the pot from the oven and turn the dough over into the pot, seam-side up. (Slide your hand under the towel and just turn the dough over into the pot; it’s messy, and it probably won’t fall in artfully, but it will straighten out as it bakes.) Cover the lid and bake for 30 minutes, then remove the lid and bake for another 20-30 minutes, until the loaf is beautifully browned. (If at any point the dough starts to smell scorched, lower the heat a bit.) Remove the bread with a spatula or tongs and cool on a rack for at least 30 minutes before slicing.
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Here is how my loaf turned out.
It was so delicious! 
The only thing I did differently from the recipe above
was only let it cook with the lid off for 15 minutes instead of 30.
I wanted a lighter colored crust rather than a deep golden crust. 







Please make this bread and please let me know how yours turned out! 


Thursday, February 28, 2013

Russcipe: West African Peanut Soup


So I have been cooking a lot actually. Cooking is on my list of things I do for self therapy. 
I have been talking a lot about therapy these days haven't I? 
I promise I am no crazier than you are. We all have our things!
But cooking! (not to be confused with baking, I hate baking) It's my favorite!
And so I owe this recipe that was given to me by my dear cousin in law Jill, 
who I love to the moon and back. 
I adapted the recipe a little bit, for having a little less of something
and little more of something. You know?
More after the jump. 
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Ingredients 
2T peanut oil(or canola oil)
1 large yellow onion, finely minced
3 garlic cloves, minced
1/4 t. crushed red pepper
2 T grated fresh ginger
28oz canned diced tomatoes
4 cups chicken stock
2/3 C. chunky peanut butter
1/3 cup light coconut milk
2 C. chopped kale
1lb shrimp or chicken
Juice of half a lime
Pinch of sugar
Pinch of pepper
Big pinch of salt
1/4 C. chopped cilantro
1/4 C. crushed peanuts
Lime wedges to garnish




(Her recipe called for shrimp instead of chicken, 1 cup peanut butter, spinach instead of kale, no lime, and no coconut milk, but like I said, I improvised a bit, because I love kale lime and coconut milk
with all my heart so I wanted it in the soup, ya dig?)


~ Preheat oven to 350, and bake 1lb salt and peppered chicken for 20-30 minutes.
Cube chicken and set aside.  

~Heat oil in your soup pot, add onion, garlic, ginger and red pepper. 
Saute until onions are tender. 

~Add tomatoes with juices and chicken stock. Add salt pepper and sugar,
 Bring to a simmer.

~Stir in peanut butter and coconut milk, stir until melted in. 
~ Add in chicken and a squeeze of lime.

~ Let all the ingredients stew together for and hour or so to thicken
and marry. 

~Add chopped kale in soup about 3-5 minutes before serving.

~ Serve over a bed of brown rice, garnish with cilantro, peanuts, and lime wedge.



Die happy. 
I felt that with my additions of lime and coconut milk it had
a bit of a Thai flare, which I was perfectly fine with! Duh!
And really if you haven't had kale before, don't be afraid, its 
DIVINE chopped into soups. 



Enjoy!