• pimento cheese spread

    Last Sunday when the kids were decorating the tree, I made a cheese spread to eat with our one and only pack of crumbling crackers. I also dipped some hard pretzels into the cheesy wonderfulness and that worked, too.

    My parents stopped in after the tree was up and we were watching our Sunday night movie. I had left the bowl of dip on the table for them to eat. My mom sank down on a stool and started eating it straight out of the bowl with a spoon, groaning with pleasure.

    All week long I’ve been eating the leftovers wrapped in a warmed corn tortilla.

    The recipe and home-canned jar of pimentos came from Margo. The little recipe card has been floating around on my desk and kitchen counters ever since she gave it to me when her family came for a visit back in October. Once I got around to writing “green olives” on my grocery list, the recipe came together in a flash.

    Margo’s Pimento Cheese Spread

    I used a combination of regular sharp cheddar cheese and some smoked cheddar. Some cream cheese would be nice, too, I think.

    ½ cup mayonnaise
    3/4 pound cheddar cheese, shredded
    1 small onion, minced very fine
    1 cup pimentos, drained
    ½ cup green olives, chopped
    hot sauce, to taste (I used Sriracha)

    Mix together. Serve with crackers, rolled up in tortillas, in sandwiches, or just eat it straight up, with a spoon.

  • smoking hot

    Lately, I’ve been playing with my camera.

    It all started when I read Shannan’s post about photography. In her family, her husband is the camera guru. She takes pictures—good ones, too—but he’s the one obsessed. In the blog post, she and her husband talked technique and tips, but it was one little sentence that got me going. She said, “He [her husband] watches youtube videos in his free time of Asian men talking camera in British accents.”

    Light bulbs flashed and bells rang. You mean I could learn some photography skeelz by simply watching some youtube videos? Well HELLO.

    I got started right away. I bumbled around at first, watching a few incompetent dorks talk about nothing, but then I hit on the PhotoExtremist. This guy is most certainly not Asian, and he doesn’t have a British accent, but he knows his stuff. Or at least he knows a lot more than me and can explain it in simple terms and that’s exactly what I’m looking for.

    An Aside

    Last night I read a quote on Facebook and then hollered up the stairs to my husband, “Hey, honey! Do you know who said this? ‘If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough.’”

    His response was immediate. “Albert Einstein!”

    How in the world does he know these things? I never would’ve gotten that right!

    Anyway, my point is, the PhotoExtremist explains things very simply.
    Therefore, I (and Albert) believe he probably understands that of which
    he speaks.

    End of Aside

    Compared to the PhotoExtremist, I know nothing. For example, I’ve had my camera for nearly two years (or is it more than two years?) and just last night I learned how to set the self timer so I can take pictures of myself.

    Sound the trumpets!

    And then I said something about how it would be neat if I had a remote for the camera and my husband told me that I do.

    Huh???

    It was in the drawer, lifeless for want of a battery, but all that is going to change in the immediate future.

    Also, I learned what spot metering is. I’ve been doing it all along—I just didn’t know what it was called. And I learned (a good deal more) about white balance. And I learned I want photoshop and some flashes. And maybe a couple lens filters, stop me now.

    I’m not all for wanting, though. I also learned that I’m really, really glad I purchased my 50 mm lens (also called a “prime lens”—doesn’t that sound classy?) and that I’m really, really glad that we bought my son a tripod for his video camera because now I can use it. Tripods really do make a world of difference.

    This morning after getting the kids to do a bunch of clean-up and some Spanish, we all piled onto the couch to watch some PhotoExtremists videos. He succeeded in inspiring us all, so we spent the rest of the morning playing.

    The kids helped me set up a work room: the toy closet under the stairs. They brought down a bed stand for our photography table and helped me tape my black skirt to the wall for a back drop. Then they took turns being shut up in the closet helping me make some smoking hot photos.

    The hot sauce was an obvious first choice.

    My older daughter wanted to try the pomegranate.

    I tried some butter bars.

    And then my younger son wanted to do the nativity scene.

    Any guesses as to how we’re doing this? No cheating!

    This same time, years previous: winter quinoa salad, baked corn, company tizz, a family outing, zippy me, peanut butter cookies, Ree’s monkey bread, butter cookies

  • holding

    It’s an odd place we’re in, these last few weeks before we say goodbye to all we know and hold dear, jump on a plane, and go about the business of turning our worldview upside down.

    I’m starting to juxtapose our anticipated Guatemalan reality against our current one, which makes me see things differently. For example, it’s weird that we’re working to use up our food because we’re going to a country where the people struggle to get enough to eat.

    Here are some other things I’m doing:

    *dreading the discomfort of saggy mattresses and non-running water and people telling me I can’t eat/wear/do that because I’ll get cold in my ears or will disturb the mountain spirits or something.

    *knowing that I will have every inch of my space infringed upon and knowing that I don’t handle that well and knowing that I’ll get grumpy and not be nearly as gracious as I should be. In other words, I’m feeling rotten about all my shortcomings in advance. (It’d probably be more productive to focus on acquiring some tank tops for the girls and a toiletry travel case.)

    *wanting to make Christmas cookies and do other fun seasonal things but feeling like my hands are tied because we don’t need anything more right now. We’re supposed to use up and get out.

    *feeling like a wimp because we’re only leaving for nine months. Which is not even close to the amount of time (three years) we were gone the first time. Buck up, Buttercup, I tell myself. It’s just the equivalent of one pregnancy.

    *having so much to do but lacking the emotional energy/think time/attention span/desire to do it. This is a sure-fire guarantee that our last two weeks will be pure chaos. If you run into me then, hold onto your hats or the tornado that is me will flip you over.

    On the plus side, I’m feeling:

    *euphoric about this adventure that we are taking our kids on. This is a dream come true.

    *tremendously grateful for all the many, many people who are loving on us with kind words, hugs, and gifts. I told my mom that it’s like when I was pregnant, all the helpfulness and sunshiney smiles that are being directed our way, though in this case it’s like our family is pregnant. I was not expecting this. It gives me courage.

    ***

    And now for you locals, this Saturday at Community Mennonite Church:

    I’ll be contributing two kinds of pancakes: buckwheat apple and sourdough. Hope to see you there!

    This same time, years previous: iced ginger shortbread, my kids are weird