We're Moving

to Daegu, South Korea!

Photo credits here & here.

I Love These Days

Doh!

Asher's hair was perfect.  Then I went and paid someone to give him Dumb and Dumber bangs. I meant to take "after" pics the minute we got home, but put if off for a couple of weeks.   Now I realize it's not so bad after all. Hallelujah.

Your Goose is Cooked

Actually mine is, but it sounds better the other way around.  In case you were wondering, having a Chinese goose in the middle of the city is a terrible idea.  It's like a fog horn blaring 24/7.  Neighbors start asking questions.

We determined pretty quickly that Goosey Lucy had to go.  Nate presented three options to me: 1- return her to the farmer we'd purchased her from, 2- let her loose in the woods, 3- eat her.  The latter seemed most sensible.

Nate dressed her out in the driveway with the help of the kids.  Lots of lessons learned.  Her breast meat was so different from other poultry, Nate begged me to "take a picture of them on a white plate!"  You know me, I aim to please.

Once you've slaughtered a goose, here's how to cook it up:

(Refridgerate the meat at least overnight before cooking it.  We waited a week.)

2 large goose breasts
2-3 T olive oil
1 med red onion
3-4 cloves garlic
1/2 cup vegetable broth
1/4 cup white wine
course sea salt, pepper

Sauté onion and garlic together over med heat until onions become translucent (about 10 mins).  Push onion and garlic mix to the sides of your pan and add both breasts to the center of your pan.  Cover meat with some of the onions, pour in broth and wine.  Generously salt and pepper.  Cover pan and reduce heat to low.  Let simmer until meat is cooked through.

Be careful not to over do it.  Goose cooks more like beef than poultry.  I oughta know.  Make sure it's warm but leave it slightly pink in the middle.

It's so delicious Asher's been begging us to start a "goose farm," and Jensie has declared her favorite foods to be "pizza and goose!"

Frankie Took a Nap

Maybe her fourth one ever.  That is an exaggeration.  As usual.

Naps make for wide awake babies at midnight, so I am perusing the sites.  Heather tipped me off to Teacher Tom and I've been reading for an hour going "Uh-huh, You know that's right, Amen!"  Check him out.

Bookmark these while you're at it.
SouleMama
Imagine Childhood
Pink and Green Childhood
The Perennial Plate

Oh, and in case you were wondering?  Homeschool is hard.  And even better than I'd hoped.  Sometimes I worry that we don't play enough.  Then I worry that we play too much and forget to do enough cursive and spelling.  I am still working on balance.  I decided that playing Horse-opoly counts as math.  Jensie always buys out Percheron and Clydesdale (Boardwalk and Park Place) and bankrupts me with her barns.  The other day we let Asher play after he promised to follow the rules and he killed us.

This concludes my most random post to date.

Goodnight.

Cool

Nate wanted me to add that he was not in charge of the making of this sign. He does indeed know how to spell "company."

Overheard: Simple Machines

Asher's first proposed Water Purification System, age 5

Asher: Dad, draw a tank.  Now draw a red button on top.  When the red button flashes, the water's dirty.  If the water's dirty, you gotta draw an oxygen pump.  There has to be a protein pump on the other side.  And on the top there has to be an energy pump.

Nate:  What's the source?  Where does the water come from?

Asher: From Africa dad.  Does Africa have dirty water?

Nate: Yeah, some of the water's dirty.

Asher: And America?

Nate: Yeah, Africa and America.

Asher: Ok, now draw waves,

This will clean the dirty water in Africa, but not just Africa.  Dirty water everywhere!"

A. to the S. to the H. E. R.

My son- curled up in the fetal position and thoroughly stuck in a pillow case.

Asher: Can you find me something super interesting to watch?
Me: Maybe, what'dya have in mind?
Asher: Find me a video about the four ventricles of the heart!

Asher's latest interest?  Tachycardia.  He'll either grow up to be a biologist or a total freak.

Dress #3

Are we still doing this?

This one brought to you (almost)

live in living color!

And Now, The Moment You've All Been Waiting For...

Found some photos of our first house in Cedar Fort. I'll go ahead and re-post the scary "before" pics too in case you missed them the first time around.  I loved that old place!

Living Room

Family Room

Kitchen

This room definitely deserves two photos.  Wallpapered cupboards, pink brick, and a spray painted oven. Oh yeah!

Guest Bath

Master Bedroom/Bath

That's right, it was one big room.  Sick.

For Reals

I am not a farmer.  I know it says so on my sidebar, I wrote it.  But I will be a farmer, and I say that counts.  I believe that you can want something into being.  With lots of practice, study, and desire it can happen.  I am willing, and practicing, and studying my dream into being.

Folks, I live on a cul-de-sac, in the middle of the city.  My hands are tied by city-ordinances and practically no first-hand experience.  But God told me to do this.  That's right.  God.  So I killed a Tom.  I raised some Khakis.  I trained a dog.  I robbed some bees.  It's the best I can do with what little I've got.  It will get bigger.  I will get better. Can't wait.

EM Goes Head to Head with T. Pain

We love Elizabeth Mitchell. So when Asher started humming "Little Liza Jane" this morning I offered to play it for him on iTunes.

After singing along for a minute, he shook his head and said "Actually, I wanted to hear 'Shorty got low low low low.'"

 A'ight?

Overheard: An Auntie's Scolding

Asher stop that...

Asher be nice...

Asher stop licking your lips at her!

Gum

So much for growing it out.

PS.  This is definitely the last post about hair.  Even I'm getting tired of them.

Profile Pic

Literally.

It's been raining for weeks and I can't get a grip on these hairs.  Frankie comes by her crazy waves honestly.