• the wiggles

    My younger son has been driving me bonkers. He’s always been a go-go-go sort of kid, but lately he’s turned into a spinning top. He bounces off the walls, flails fists, talks in a megaphone voice. Also, he has an affinity for flipping upside down whenever possible. I find myself almost wishing that he’d get sick, just so he’d hold still for two consecutive minutes.

    Is this off-the-wall, upside-down, spin-around behavior a crucial step in healthy six-year-old boy development? Did I miss reading this section in the How To Raise A Child books?

    The other day I took a series of pictures of him working on his Spanish. I was sitting at the art table, working with my daughter on her math or something, and every two seconds I’d turn around and snap a photo. Some of the pictures are blurry. I think you can figure out why.

    Maybe I should tie sacks of flour around his ankles to slow him down? Because I’m at my wits’ end.

    This same time, years previous: the greats

  • sparkle blondies

    When I went over to the table to reclaim my dishes at our last church potluck, I spied a pan with a few leftover plain brown bar cookies in it. So unassuming, they were. Obviously, something that drab looking must have some pretty good flavor, I thought. So I broke one in half and took a bite.

    Chewy, caramelly, soft, and a little toffee-like around the edges—the bars were golden. Of course I demanded the recipe.

    I made the bars and took some to our support team meeting. Of the several desserts there, this one was the most homely and the most exclaimed over.

    “What is in these?” people asked. “Coconut? Oatmeal?”

    The bars do indeed seem to be full of something. It’s a bit of a letdown (or thrill, depending on your perspective) to find out it’s just the basics—butter, flour, sugar.

    I call them sparkle blondies. Instead of plain white or brown sugar, the recipe calls for the coarser raw cane sugar which pebbles the bars, freckling them with the sparkly granules.

    Of course, you could add coconut and pecans and chunks of chocolate if you want. But I like the simplicity that allows the raw, crunchy sugar to shine.

    Sparkle Blondies
    Adapted from Carmen’s recipe

    I subbed in some whole wheat for a little more nuttiness. (Later I tried all whole wheat. It was a miserable experiment. Don’t try it.)

    Not the blondie recipe you’re looking for? Here’s another recipe. I make them frequently.

    1 cup whole wheat pastry flour
    1 cup all-purpose flour
    2 cups raw cane sugar (I used part demerara)
    1 teaspoon salt
    2/3 cup (10½ tablespoons) butter, melted
    2 eggs, beaten
    2 teaspoons vanilla

    Stir together all ingredients, the dry ones first and then the wet. Pat the batter into an ungreased 9×13 pan—I wet my hand with cool water to keep the dough from sticking to it.

    Bake at 350 for about 20 to 25 minutes until brown around the very edges.

    This same time, years previous: chicken salad, Chinese cabbage and apple salad, why I homeschool

  • the quotidian (11.11.12)

    Quotidian: daily, usual or customary; 
    everyday; ordinary; commonplace

     

    Destined to become brownies: (a part of) the Halloween haul. 

    My candy getters.
    They did me proud.

    Squash, ready for pies and muffins.

    Her turn: learning to make Dutch Puff.

    Everyone told him it was broken and wouldn’t work; he made it work. 
    (Even if it lasted for only a short time, it was still a thrill.)

    My old mums, reincarnated in the Maya ruins.

    Dog sledding in Virginia.

    With stuffed animals.

    Blondies.

    This same time, years previous: a boy book, chicken and white bean chili, peanut butter cream pie, my apple lineup, horseback riding, my year of homeschool torture