10.26.2009

making quiche

Ian and I are home alone this week — Dane took Micki to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho for her birthday getaway trip. We've got some assignments, are taking care of Pfluff and preparing more for our move. We're also experimenting with dinner. Tonight, we decided to knock off one of my concrete aspiration goals for this year and make quiche. I thought this goal would take lots of practice, but it turned out great with just one try!

we made quiche

We modified a recipe from foodnetwork.com to make our quiche. The following recipe is with our changes.

ingredients
6 large eggs, beaten
1 1/2 cups half and half (it was cheaper than heavy cream and turned out fine)
salt and pepper
1 medium onion, chopped and sauteed with garlic (optional) and olive oil
1 pound bacon, cooked and crumbled
1 1/2 cups shredded cheese — we used cheddar and asiago we found in the fridge
1 (9-inch) refrigerated pie crust, fitted to a 9-inch pie plate (Or, even better, if you have time make your own pie crust: it's tastier and cheaper. Plus you can be proud it's homemade. For the record, I can make pie crust and prefer homemade, but we had pie crust in the fridge.)

directions
Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F.
Combine the eggs, cream, salt, and pepper in a food processor or blender.
Layer the onions, bacon, and cheese in the bottom of the pie crust, then pour the egg mixture on top.
Bake for 35 to 45 minutes until the egg mixture is set. Cut into 8 wedges.
Serve with salad for a bistro-quality meal!

10.17.2009

Ian has a job!

To everyone who has been faithfully praying for us, thank you so much. We can't express how much that means to us, and how much of a difference that has made. This time has been so good for us, growing in our faith and in our relationships. Spending this much time with family is a blessing. God knew exactly what He was doing when He said, "wait." And now, after months of lessons in patience and trusting God, He's told us where we're going, and when!
quincy market

This past Wednesday, Ian got the phone call he'd been eagerly anticipating. Sasaki Associates in Boston called with a job offer. This firm does the sort of work Ian loves in a great atmosphere, and he will have the pleasure of working with Fox, a classmate and great friend. Also, we're thankful Caleb is going to grad school in the Boston area. We're looking forward to spending time with you both!

Ian's slated to start November 30 or December 1, and we'll have enough to (finally) afford rent at an apartment that has a regular-sized fridge and oven. No more easy-bake for us! I know, I know, our expectations are high. We're planning on moving in the middle of November, giving us time to find a good place, get our ducks in a row here before leaving, and get settled there before starting work. I'll start my job search once we arrive. Prayers are appreciated, especially for finding the right apartment and neighborhood, and for my job search.

Curious what Boston has to offer? You can check out the blog post and the flickr set from our visit to Boston during our time in Philly.

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Leave a comment!

10.15.2009

a Hyllningsfest upset

s

S also stands for super cold. It was freezing and wet last Saturday as we took off for Lindsborg in the wee hours of the morning. Driving under the speed limit in four-wheel drive still had us sliding in patches. We saw a bus stopped in the right lane, and learned from the driver the brake line was frozen and KDOT was on the way. We passed a few vehicles pulled over and a couple in the ditch, but no bad accidents. A FedEx truck pulling two trailers managed to stay upright and on the road despite the second trailer on it's side behind it. That's impressive inclement-weather driving!

The weather set us back about an hour, but we still made it to Lindsborg before kick-off. The guys — Dane, Ian, Jim and Austin, bundled up and sat in the freezing wind (thankfully it wasn't wet there). The gals — Micki, me, Deb and Patti, bundled up in the car, taking advantage of the radio and our parking spot near the field. Although it was a Bethany station, the announcers were great. They supported their team without tearing down their opponent and did a great job narrating the action.

Bethel kept up with Bethany, a then unbeaten and nationally ranked NAIA team, and at halftime were only down by a field goal. In the third quarter, Ren made his field goal attempt to tie the game 3-3.

ren scherling

Bethany opened up the fourth quarter with a touchdown, held our offense, then scored again making the score 16-3. And then it happened. The game turned around on Bethany turnovers, and Bethel scored 20 unanswered points in the final 10 minutes, including a PAT by Ren.

20

With two minutes to go, we left the car and went into the stadium, joining the Bethel fans strewn across the track behind our sideline. We held our collective breaths until time expired, knowing all too well it isn't over until the clock says 0:00. And then the celebration began. Bethel did their traditional victory Father Abraham song and dance, and it was so thrilling to finally see the joy of victory on all our player's faces. FINALLY!

father abraham

note: Ian took more great photos at the game, which you can check out here.

After the game, the whole family (minus Ren, who was riding on the bus back to Bethel) headed to a local restaurant, where the people were friendly and Hyllningsfest was on the menu. We all enjoyed an assortment of pies and hot beverages. Ian bravely ordered a "swede on a stick," which was swedish meatballs and rye bread on a skewer dipped in pancake batter and fried to perfection. I tried ostkaka, a Swedish version of cheesecake that tastes a bit like custard, with lingonberries. Enjoying Swedish tradition reminds me of our family trip to Lindsborg when we were all younger and Dad wanted us to experience our Swedish heritage. I'm sure the dala horses from that excursion are packed away somewhere.

Warm and full, we split up and headed home on de-iced roads we were very thankful. We're excited for next week and hope Bethel can keep their momentum going!

10.14.2009

pfluff composts. do you?

Here, Pfluff is helping me with the bagged shredded newspaper to add to our new compost bin — it's so easy, a cat can do it.

pfluff helps prep for composting

Composting is something Ian and I wanted to do because it's good for the environment. It reduces the amount of waste you send to the landfill and it allows the bacteria, bugs and worms to break down waste without producing harmful methane gas, as is the case in landfills. Composting also provides a very healthy soil for your garden and potted plants, which you then don't have to buy. Unfortunately, we hadn't been able to compost due to our living situations (i.e. no yard). Now, since we're staying with Dane and Micki, we temporarily have a yard and and thought we'd make it a family project.

Because composting is relatively new to all of us (Dad saves grass clippings for mulch, not compost), we used our trusty friend, google search, to find information. I even managed to find the article that originally sparked my interest in composting.

There are many variations on how to get started, but after all our research, I've come to the conclusion that as long as you follow the general guidelines for what to add and what not to add, you really can't go wrong (the difference is the speed it produces compost). Since the article had the easiest instructions, we went with that and supplemented using www.howtocompost.org. Below are the instructions taken from the article with our notes added.

1. Buy a bin studded with holes (check out Composters.com for options). Place it outside.
Most of the bins we found online that weren't astronomically expensive were open-bottom ones — I think that's pretty normal. We found a nice one at Lowe's for around $50. At howtocompost.org they suggested picking a spot with good sun and also turning and leveling the soil under the bin to encourage worms, etc. to move in and help the process along.

level the turned soil

We also put down a homemade "critter guard" made out of chicken wire to help keep out animals like raccoons, since it's open on the bottom.

place the "critter guard"

And because it's super windy here in western Kansas, we'll put some stakes in the corners. We just haven't gotten to that yet, since it started snowing and raining last week.

2. Fill bin 3/4 full with leaves or newspaper. Add enough water so it resembles a damp sponge.
We didn't fill the bin quite this much yet, as our bin is large and my hands got tired of ripping newspaper. We also added some plant bits, and soon we'll fill it up to the 3/4 with the newly fallen leaves. I think this level helps the heat reach the optimum composting temperature.

shred newspaper to add a layer
drop in your green material

3. Toss in scraps (avoid meat, dairy and oil). Stir. Top with a 3-inch layer of newspaper or leaves.
  • "browns" to add: leaves, hay and straw, paper and cardboard, woody prunings, eggshells, coffee grounds, tea bags, saw dust
  • "greens" to add: vegetable peelings, fruit peelings, grass clippings, fresh manure, green plant cuttings, annual weeds, young hedge trimmings
  • don't add because it's unsafe (poison/disease): meat, animal fat and bones, poultry and fish, human and pet feces (seriously, it's on the list at howtocompost.org... a little gross they had to put it on there), treated wood
  • don't add because it will slow down the process: fatty food waste, whole eggs, dairy products, pernicious weeds
4. Cover with a new 3-inch top layer of newspaper or leaves each time you add scraps to bin.
We're collecting kitchen scraps in a little trash can under the sink and dump it in the bin when it's full. We haven't had any odor or critter problems because we dump it at least once a week. You also can buy special scrap savers with lids and even odor eliminators.

5. Stir pile monthly, replacing top layer. After about six months, compost forms at bottom. Dump contents. Return scraps to bin and re-cover. Place compost at base of plants as fertilizer.
Our composting bin has handy access doors at the bottom, so theoretically, when compost forms at the bottom we can just slide up the doors and remove it, returning any scraps to the bin via the open lid on top. This also means we can check to see if the compost is ready without dumping out the whole thing — pretty handy feature!

And that's it! It takes just a little time to get started, but once you do, composting doesn't take much time at all. If you can, I highly recommend it. You'll feel great for helping the environment and your plants will thank you too. And so does Pfluff.

10.08.2009

the class of 1945

We needed to run to Manhattan to pick up a few more sketches for Ian's book and for an annual doctor's appointment for me. With efficiency in mind, we decided to combine this trip with Ren's football game and a visit to Grandma's.

Thursday morning we headed to the farm, arriving in the afternoon after an uneventful trip. It turns out we arrived in the middle of quite the commotion. Great Aunt Edith fell and her neighbor called Grandma for assistance. Grandma was able to contact Becky, Aunt Edith's daughter-in-law, who was much closer to Aunt Edith's apartment. Thankfully she only needed a few stitches. She was a little sore, but nothing was broken. After everything settled down, we had fun catching up and Ian and I enjoyed Grandma's wonderful cooking!

We left early the next morning for Manhattan to accomplish everything on the list in under 12 hours. Doctor's appointment, check. Retrieve and scan sketches, check. Eat at Bluestem, check.

a happy ian at bluestem bistro

Ian spent the afternoon up in Seaton and I hung out at Bluestem, munching Ian's leftover pretzels and taking advantage of their free wifi to add more books to my Goodreads account. Ian finished up just as (brother) Nathan met me at Bluestem, and it was so good for us to catch up with him. We also were able to cram in a great dinner at Little Apple Brewery with Britni and Joe. We're very thankful for their friendship!

dinner with britni and joe

After dinner, we headed back to Grandma's and turned in early so we'd be ready for the next day — Grandma's annual class anniversary.

Each year, the class of 1945 meets at a designated restaurant on the first Saturday of October. Over the years, the designated restaurant has changed hands and is now a Mexican establishment. Because they don't send invitations every year, they keep the location to avoid confusion. So they eat Mexican food, even though they don't know how to pronounce all of it (can I have a kwesadila grandy?) and communication issues abound when one side speaks little English and the other isn't familiar with the food lingo.

It was so much fun to meet some of Grandma's classmates, and amazing to think about everything they have experienced. Grandma said some classmates left school early their senior year to be in the war. Walter's parents owned a broom factory. We talked to Ruth about the community Parkinson's support group she heads up. They are all wonderful people, and we'd definitely go again if it ever works out!

class of 1945 and spouses

We left the reunion a little early in order to make it to Ren's football game in time. The weather was perfect, and Ian took some great photos.

here come the threshers, pt. 1

Even though Bethel didn't win, it was impressive they held Friends, an over-40-points-per-game team, to only 15 points. Ren made his PAT. We also were thankful Friends displayed good sportsmanship, in stark contrast to Kansas Wesleyan the previous week. The team showed great effort and heart, and Coach Moore assured them they are very capable of winning the next six games. Here's hoping!

After the game, we got some great family photos on the field.

dane, ren & ian
anna, ren & micki
patti, #25

We spent the night with Aunt Patti (above, with Ren's gear) and Sunday morning we joined Ren for church at RiverPoint before heading home. Football season is crazy, but so much fun!

10.06.2009

we were kids again

Last Sunday evening, Ian and I borrowed Dane and Micki's bikes to take a fun (not workout) bike ride around town. You can't understand how wonderful this was until you know what bikes Dane and Micki have. They are Huffy cruisers, in baby blue and champagne, with white fenders and white wall tires. Micki even has a basket. Did I mention they have bells? Ian and I felt like kids, riding around town on our sweet one-speed bikes, and we made a pact to ring our bells at everyone we saw outside. We passed by a dad out with his little girl (around two) on a tiny tricycle just as happy as she could be, and with his little boy (around six) who told Ian as we rang past, "I like your bell!" That's the best compliment you can get, right?

Also on my thankful list:
my TOMS shoes (Grandma even noticed them and complimented me!)
fall weather and colors
Pfluff making my lap one of her new favorite spots
spending a girl's night (me, Micki, and Pfluff) crafting a fun superhero paper doll for Micki's MOPS nametag (she's a mentor, it was their "homework," and she's "Super Survivor")

10.05.2009

come awake

Have you ever listened to a song you've heard many times then all of a sudden, God says "this is for you, right now" and uses it to speak to your heart about what has been weighing on you? Tonight as we were driving back from our big long weekend, we were jamming to David Crowder and I heard, really heard, Come Awake for the first time. He reminded me that even when I am brought down by doubt, He loves me, understands me, and He created infinite beauty beyond what I can see or understand. Tonight, I can rest in this.

Are we left here on our own?
Can you feel when your last breath is gone?
Night is weighing heavy now
Be quiet and wait for a voice that will say

Come awake, from sleep arise
You were dead, become alive
Wake up, wake up, open your eyes
Climb from your grave into the light
Bring us back to life

You are not the only one
who feels like the only one
Night soon will be lifted, friend
Just be quiet and wait for a voice that will say

Come awake, from sleep arise
You were dead, become alive
Wake up, wake up, open your eyes
Climb from your grave into the light

Rise, rise, to life, to life

Shine, shine, oh shine
Light will shine
Love will rise
Light will shine, shine, shine, shine
He’s shining on us now


I looked for the lyrics at jesusfreakhideout.com and they also posted the story behind the song, directly from David Crowder himself (presumably?). It's raw, and real, and beautiful.