Archive for July, 2009

A Girl By Any Other Name…

Jul 27th, 2009

A rose by any other name is just as sweet. And so it goes for children, right? At least for our wildly natural, rocky coastline of a kid, Acadia, who got to meet her equally wild, equally rocky, equally beautiful namesake last week–

That’s my girl.  Acadia.  Bar Harbor, Maine was the next stop on our [...]

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The Eye of the Tiger

Jul 19th, 2009

Just in case you’ve been wondering, the song looping in my head these days is Survivor’s Eye of The Tiger. It’s become a favorite of Kira’s for jump rope warm-ups.  What worked for Rocky also happens to be perfect for an eight year old girl heading to the Junior Olympics.
Practicing your routine is no walk [...]

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Grid, Shmid…We Can Do It All On Our Own

Jul 14th, 2009

Thanks to Grandmother’s garden, we need never go hungry.  I have eaten more than my fill of salad greens and herbs and snap peas, though they have yet to convert me into a beet lover. (Yes, I know all about how delicious they are.  Now run along and enjoy them and leave me out of [...]

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Fresh Fried Fish

Jul 14th, 2009

This simple recipe is the reason my kids love fish.

Fish fillets–I use a flaky white fish.  Use pieces of even thickness for easiest cooking.
Flour
Bread crumbs
Corn flour crumbs
Milk or Egg or Beer for dredging
Canola oil for frying

Cut the fish fillets into equally sized pieces (more or less)
Coat both sides of each fillet in flour.
Dip floured fish [...]

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My, What Big Spinach You’ve Got Granny

Jul 9th, 2009

There is a chance, I suppose, that since I’ve deserted it our sweet little garden has runneth over, but I’m not holding my breath.  I’m visiting my mother, and she has shown me how a real garden behaves.  It’s not that my cute little berry patch back in Colorado isn’t special; it is.  But next [...]

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Down at the Ole Watering Hole

Jul 3rd, 2009

Life was busy on the farm in North Carolina.  But after the horses were ridden and the eggs were collected, it was time to relax.  The kids grabbed their poles, hit the pond,

and terrorized the local teeny-tiny trout population.

After all of the baby fish had been caught and released, we left them to recover and [...]

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