March 2010

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on boats

I love living by the ocean.  The beaches, the smells, the fresh seafood.  The tides changing the landscape and bestowing us new treasures throughout the day.  Starfish uncovering, waves playfully grabbing at your ankles.

We have been walking the docks a lot since we’ve been back in Juneau.  The kids love to see all the fishermen and colors and sounds.  For me, the boats represent a more fierce element to living seaside.  These gypsy wanderers have such stories to tell.  Some of peaceful, bountiful jaunts through placid Alaskan waters.  Sport fishing… sailing… subsistence.  Some of harrowing, weather-beaten feats.  It’s easy to see the freshly-painted, cheery bows and forget the trials of a life at sea behind the facade.  Some boats speak firmly of the perils they’ve faced.  Whatever the real story may tell, it’s a fascinating place to daydream about a life less grounded.

It is fun to wonder about such things.  Even more so, it is interesting to hear real life stories from friends and community members of their firsthand experiences.  I come from a family of sailors and have heard my fare share of tales to fuel my daydreaming mind.

After our afternoon on the dock yesterday, we came home to happen to catch a Discovery Channel special about the sinking of the Alaska Ranger on the Bering Sea in 2008.  It was pretty incredible if you can find it in your listings or online.  What a great appreciation we should all have for commercial fishermen.  And the Coast Guard.

weekend eats

Friday dinner, as I mentioned in my last post… halibut bisque and a fresh homemade baguette.  You won’t regret making this homemade bread.  It’s so easy and so good.

And Sunday breakfast… pumpkin cinnamon rolls.

In case you can’t imagine how delicious these are, just by name alone, let me help you out with a few photos.

Here’s the skinny.  I followed this recipe for the rolls exactly.  I found the icing recipe too thick though so I added about two tablespoons of cream.  I thought I would also add a touch of ginger, but that idea was nixed by certain family members, so I opted just to sprinkle my iced roll with ground ginger… oh my.  The pumpkin taste was more subtle than I thought it would be but, goodness gracious… delicious.  It even might be just a tad bit more healthy for you with the pumpkin in the dough replacing the butter.  Less saturated fat, more vitamin A and fiber.  I justified my second helping thinking of this.  Everyone was in agreement that it was even better than my old standby (which is awesome for your classic old cinnamon roll, just maybe more on the intensive prep side… still a keeper).  We even ate them on the good china (not at all because they were the only clean dishes).

Sometimes, my kids remind me what a huge nerd I am.  Today, on our way home from the park, we played a game naming words beginning with the ABCs in order.  ”K is for Keifer!” Mighty shouts.  Never mind kangaroo or kiss.  Then George Michael came on the radio and they totally jammed out with me.  I found this highly amusing but it made me feel kind of bad for them, socially, in the years to come.  I might need to up my cool factor to stay their friend, and not just their mom.

It’s been a dreary spring break around here, with the exception of yesterday which was sunny and nice.  Last night, we took the kids on an impromptu picnic out the road.  Though the sun was bright, the wind was freezing.  Still, the boys could not resist getting in the water and both came home wet, as usual.  I don’t know how they have not caught pneumonia yet!

Looking back through my pictures from this time last year in Texas, we were outside in sundresses or shorts with most of our garden put in.  I had tomatoes in the ground!  I’m a little nostalgic for the warm sun, the bluebonnets… and my giggling nephews around the block.

Though we do have other great things to look at:

And I do have plans to bring some of the south up here, inside at least:

And tonight, I make something to keep this meat on our bones a little longer: halibut bisque with a homemade baguette.  And I guess I can keep drinking beer, in the name of keeping that meat on my bones.  Here’s to spring!  I know you’re out there.  George Michael knew what he was talking about… you gotta have faaa-aith.

back in gray

Before I dig in:

My first blog post had hits from all over the world (I don’t think I know anyone in Russia)!  Totally unexpected and really cool.  Thanks everyone!  Anyway… to err on the safe side, my husband (“B”) and I decided that nicknames are more appropriate for our babies… not really sure if that ultimately makes any difference, but I thought it would be fun anyway.  I asked them what they wanted to be called and my oldest son said “Jet”.  Which he has never been called a day in his life… until now for the world to see.  I think you all know my second son “Mighty” by now.  I don’t think I could change that nickname if I tried for a year.  And finally, little bird girl will just be “Bird” which is not really a stretch either.

Back to business…


After our stellar weekend and ok Monday, today we woke up to…  snow.  Jet (this is going to take some getting used to) looked out the window and said, “Oh man, this is definitely not a sign of spring.”  Secretly, I’m a little relieved.  When you live in a place that sees so few sunny days, you have to get out and make the most of them… leading to sheer exhaustion that doesn’t catch you until you go back to gray.  At that point, a day inside is restorative.  It’s a time to catch up with the inside workings of our home (i.e. the laundry beast, the sink full of dishes, the legos ALL over the house).  It’s hard for me to balance the chore obligations on those sunny days, when all I want to do is play.  So today, I clean, regroup, and listen to my newest music love: Lhasa de Sela.  Her pandora station is perfection in world music.

The boys and I did go rock climbing last night!  Unfortunately, I couldn’t climb because I didn’t have a belay partner.  I was bummed hard core but I settled for belaying the boys which was probably just as exciting.  Man, did they rock!  I had a predetermined idea that Mighty would be the one to fall in love… but Jet blew my socks off.  It was a real lesson in problem-solving and strategy for him.  Learning where to place this foot so that this hand can reach to move higher.  I didn’t expect that his brain would be working as hard as his muscles.  I think it was a good medium for him because he tends to lean toward activities that require more thought.  It was fun for all.

Despite our recent days of adventure, we managed to whip up some easy and delicious meals.  B made his version of migas for breakfast Sunday and I will be certain to share his recipe soon.  It’s a true Austin meal and sooo good.  Sunday night, I made my favorite go-to meal: Brown Rice Salad.  I love this one because you can really use any veggie you have on hand.  I’ve made it with peppers, eggplant, tomatoes, left over chicken, tofu… the list goes on.  Here’s the version I made this weekend, and I think this particular combo of ingredients worked well together.

I’m still trying to be happy about spring… Perhaps it feels the same way as I do.  After it’s dizzying and dramatic entrance, it needed a short break.  It’s taking a little cat nap, down with the newly emerged crocus and skunk cabbage under our fresh blanket of snow.

Spring–it’s here!  And Juneau knew because it was bursting with the glow of our ever-increasing sunlight.  We still wore our coats, but one might say it was even… warmish.  People were out in numbers, enjoying our beautiful Southeast trails and waters.

Saturday, we took the kids to a spring equinox celebration focused on outdoor exploration.  I was caught quite off guard when Mighty decided that he wanted to do this:

What does a mother say?  Hell no.  But then again… he was the kid that I had rescued from a tree by a crew of strapping young firemen.  I know he loves to climb.  He had his eyebrow glued shut a few weeks ago after a dive off the bunk bed.  Should I give him the experience of learning to channel his love in a safe, supervised environment?  Or would that come back to bite me?

I let him.  And he was AWESOME!  It was scary and I almost passed out.  But I watched him walk across the very.high.log and he felt accomplished and proud.  And so was I.  I let go of some of my fears, so he could soar.  It still might come back to bite me.

me, waiting to catch him

Not to be outdone by his little brother…

Tomorrow, we go indoor rock climbing.  I’m not so scared of letting them go now.  But I’m a little scared that I might break my own neck.

Happy spring, y’all.

(And welcome to my new blog!  Getting this far is a feat for me.  Bear with me as I learn how to use WordPress… yikes.  This is totally under construction.)