Greek Yogurt Strikes Again

This weekend we were promised rain, and by the percentage pictured on Shane and I’s weather app, it appeared as though that our whole weekend would be dreary and wet. That, fortunately, was not the case. It did rain, but we were able to get lots of outside things done. Up to two hundred trees got planted all around our ten acres ranging from winterberry to hackberry, and lot’s of flowers got planted.

Every time we wander around our property, we seem to discover something new. Or we at least take the time to enjoy something different than the time before. This time, we noted all the wild onion we had. Shane stated he enjoys gathering it while fishing on the Slippery Rock Creek to cook with the trout he brings home, but with no trout, the onion we picked was up for grabs.

I wanted to make something fresh with the onions to munch on that matched my mood of felicity for springtime, and also use up some Greek yogurt. So after all the planting, I whipped up a healthy and delicious salad. This Cauliflower Cilantro Salad leaves the cauliflower uncooked and is great after a long day of planting things.

 

A word of warning, don’t make this salad if you aren’t a fan of crisp cucumber, crunchy cauliflower, or the spiritedness of cilantro.

Cauliflower Cilantro Salad

• 1 small head of cauliflower
• 1 cup grape tomatoes, halved
• 1 cucumber, chopped
• 6 wild onions, sliced (or green onions)
• 2 Tablespoons cilantro, chopped
• 1/2 cup Greek yogurt

1. Chop cauliflower into bite sized pieces
2. Combine with halved tomatoes, chopped cucumber, sliced onions, cilantro and Greek yogurt

 

 

 

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Healthy Stalemate

We have seven chickens. It is funny, because we started with many more, and for a while even held steady at nine chickens. But, now, seven is the amount we have wandering around our yard.

We also have raccoons.

We have a coop. The coop has a timer on the door. But raccoons and other wild life have taken their toll on our chickens, so we have seven chickens.

We get five eggs.

Having seven chickens means we get five eggs a day. If you are following, this would imply we have two roosters. That sounds right by all accounts, but when you look at our seven chickens, only one clearly stands out as a rooster. He is a fine rooster, black and white with a long graceful tail.

We have a second rooster, or what we think is a second rooster. The second rooster, or at least the other one we think is a rooster, is an easter egger. Though we are fairly certain he is indeed a he, he never crows or does anything that a rooster does. But, we also only get five eggs.

We get three more eggs daily than we really need. As a baker, that is fine by me. I have baked something almost every week since coming back from our honeymoon. But somehow, even when we give eggs away, we seem to be swimming in them. So my dear husband hard boiled a dozen eggs all at once. That is almost a half a dozen too many hard boiled eggs, so this started the great greek yogurt verses mayonnaise stand off the other day.

Aware of my baking habits, when Shane suggested, before we went to the grocery store, that we needed some sort of mayonnaise to create egg salad with all of our hard boiled eggs, I said we ought to use Greek yogurt instead. If we always have baked goods around, we have to balance it out with something healthy, right?

Now let me set the scene for this debate, Shane and I were in the gym. I feel like if you say the word mayonnaise in the gym, you will be struck by lightening. Okay, so maybe you won’t get struck by lightening, but the gym owner was standing right next to us at his desk, and I feel like we lose points or something by mentioning mayonnaise in the gym. I have often replaced mayonnaise with Greek yogurt, being used to the substitution, mentioning it seemed natural and like a way to gain back those ten health points we lost saying mayonnaise out loud in front of the gym owner.

So began the stand off.

Shane was sure he was going to get me to break down and agree to mayo and I was sure I could convince him otherwise. After all, we had just gone to Costco’s, a new experience for me, might I add, and picked up a lifetime supply of Greek yogurt. It was probably that fact that helped me win this stalemate. Also, the gym owner saying Greek yogurt worked I think helped.

Healthy Egg Salad

Yeilds: enough for about four sandwiches

• 6 hard boiled eggs, shredded with a cheese grater
• 1/2 cup Greek yogurt, plain
• 3 stalks of celery, chopped
• 2 Tablespoons dried dill
• 2 teaspoons dijon mustard
• 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder

Directions

1. Shred eggs into a bowl big enough to fit remaining ingrediants
2. Add yogurt, celery, dill, mustard, and garlic powder. Mix until fully combined
3. Slap on some bread!

In the end, I don’t miss mayo drenched eggs, I really enjoy the Greek yogurt substitute. Shane liked it too. Even his brother got to try a sandwich of it, and enjoyed it as well. Fresh dill would make this even more appetizing, but with all the snow this week, I’ll have to keep dreaming about my future herb garden.

 

 

 

Long Weekend

Last weekend was the weekend that my dear cousin, Leah, was able to come and see Shane and I’s humble abode. I was so excited to show her around, take her for a walk and point out where we want this and that, and just when you would least expect it, winter set in again. Snow upon snow fell the entire time she was in, staying indoors almost the entire time is what happened instead of tours of the property. She braved the cold with Shane’s friend, Scott, to see The Mills, but beyond that, we held up inside. This turned our weekend into a board game and Pirates of the Caribbean marathon, and it was actually really fun and for the most part, relaxing.

Unfortunately for me, the build up to the weekend of hosting Leah, visiting the Carnegie museum for their Museum After Dark series, one of my favorite weekend activities by the way, and having a game night with lots of friends over, left me and my less than great immune system run down, and I was easy prey for a cold. So right after I got over one round of antibiotics for my lymph nodes before Leah came, Leah left, and as I was saying goodbye to her, I was saying hello to a cold. I began drinking hot tea, taking zinc, and eating cough drops with echinacea like it was my job. Alas, teaching is my job, so I had to push through the sore throat and continue to use my voice.

Tuesday I was lucky enough to have a night off of work, and I thought what would be better than some comfort food for dinner? I am not one to make a more noodle based Italian dish, but sometimes spaghetti hits the spot. I had one jar of homemade tomato sauce from someone, I am guessing a sister-in-law, and some noodles left over from another skillet dish I had made, and of course we had venison on hand; with all of this, I set to work creating some zesty meatballs for dinner.

I think an appropriate name for these meatballs would be “What Ever I had in My Cupboard Meatballs”, but they are spicy. So to keep things simple, these meatballs with a kick will be labeled just that. They came out so juicy and flavorful, I am glad we had extra, so we could enjoy them in a sandwich! For those of you who shy away from venison, recipes like this leave you wanting a second serving.

Meatballs with a Kick

Yields: About 30, Bake time: 15 minutes

• 2 lb ground venison
• 1/2 cup bread crumbs, I used garlic herb
• 1/2 cup grated parmesan cheese
• 2 eggs
• 4 garlic clove coarsely chopped
• 3 Tablespoons ketchup
• 1/2 Tablespoon red pepper flakes
• 2 teaspoons salt
• 1 teaspoon onion powder
• 1 teaspoon dried basil
• 1 teaspoon Italian herb seasoning

Directions

1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees
2. Kneed together the ingredients until just mixed, don’t over work it or it won’t be as tender
3. Roll into 1 inch meatballs and place on parchment paper evenly. Unlike a baked good, these won’t expand, so you can fit all of them on a large cookie tray
4. Bake for 15 minutes

It honestly couldn’t get simpler, or tastier. If you aren’t a fan of the spice from the red pepper flakes, add less or none at all. There is definitely enough flavors from everything else that they can stand on their own with out the red pepper flakes. Clean up is a breeze with the parchment paper too.

 

Blue and Orange

With so many incomplete rooms in our home, I like keeping the dining room table looking neat and like we could sit down at it. So Friday as Shane plugged away at work, I opened a box marked “Katy’s Ceramics”. To be completely honest, none of the stuff was great. It was from a summer semester I took of it, and though I was making good stuff, on some the glaze didn’t work out, running and sticking to the kiln, while others had little stones in the clay that popped big chips in my finished pieces.

So the decorating of the dining room table actually began when I flipped over the beautiful table runner gifted to me at my shower to the blue side and set it on our table. It needed something else, so I got out a lovely ceramic bowl someone else got me, being it was so lonely, off I went to the “Katy’s Ceramics” box. Pitcher after pitcher, tea pot after teapot got pulled out, and I played with them all until I came up with the ones that would stay, I added height and texture with some metal bowls, another gift, then added the bright pops of orange. Yet another gift I might add.

I went to bed that night feeling pretty pleased with my table that looked like it belonged in a home where two people live, so the next day I woke up energized and let Shane sleep in as I made some Frangelico French toast. This list of flavors added to the egg soaked bread may evoke some thoughts of the holidays, but we enjoyed it on a regular, old March saturday just as much.

Frangelico French Toast for Two

• Four slices of hearty bread
• 3 eggs, or as needed
• 1 Tablespoon Frangelico liquor
• 1 teaspoon vanilla butter flavoring
• 1 teaspoon sugar
• 1/4 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice
• 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg

1. Whisk the eggs together and the remaining ingredients
2. Dip and cover the bread in the egg mixture, transfer to greased, heated pan and cook until no longer runny, and bread bounces back with a soft press

After a hearty breakfast and a nice visit from my sister and brother in law, we headed up to their property to pick out logs for our closet. We have many grand plans for our walk in closet, and we actually got really good headway on this project. I think we tackled that “to-do” list better this Saturday and Sunday, we worked together well, and even got to the painting step.

All weekend I was reminded again and again of how grateful I can and should be. I got to make our dining room table look inviting, and only had to purchase some blue flowers to finish the look I was after, we got to go pick out logs from our sister and brother in laws property, in turn, helping them clear some trees, and we patched and painted walls. In the end, we figured out where Leah would be staying when she came to visit. All of this got me smiling and excited, from the blue and orange center piece I made to the newly painted closet. Shane joked and said, “Are you happy because we finally went and picked out logs.” Yes, that made me happy, but more than just happy, I was thankful we could. I think thankfulness precedes real happiness.

Had I just been happy over the logs, the happiness would’ve faded when we came back and I realized the logs really just added one more thing to our over crowded basement. Had I just been happy over the paint, I would’ve quickly lost that bounce in my step after realizing we would need another coat. Had I been hinging my weekends happiness over dressing up my dining room table, it would’ve faded when I looked up at the dark, burgundy walls surrounding my bright little table.

I love verses about thankfulness. Some tag it in on the end, like oh, and be thankful. But I am going to include one that says in what ever you do to be thankful. I like that, because as I sit here at my dining room table, I am thankful for every piece of flawed ceramic’s, for they still look beautiful, I am thankful for each and every thoughtful gift that adds colors and textures to my home, and I am thankful for all the relationships behind each one of those gifts.

Colossians 3:17 And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him

To-Do’s and New Goals

Week two at home and Shane was actually called off to work again. This left me alone with my list of things to do and Jagger. Most of these “to-do’s” are everyday things, that, if not kept a handle on, would spiral out of control. Laundry, dishes, and we always have dishes to do with no dishwasher in this house, and vacuuming. I admit, I may be a little obsessed with vacuuming, but we have mostly carpet, a hairy dog, and I like running around in my bare feet and don’t like crunching on his kibble he somehow gets everywhere. “To-write” is not necessarily on my “to-do’s”, but it gives me a welcomed break between scraping off wallpaper borders and vacuuming up papery messes, filling in holes, and doing more dishes.

I love lists and I love deadlines. I thrived in college because of this; I would get a list of things to do at the beginning of the semester from some professors and I would begin on papers right then so that when crunch time hit, my day was still my normal day. Now I write my own lists, some last a day, some a month. Goals I set aren’t “get this paper done a week before it is due” anymore, most often they have to do with work and often art call deadlines. Generally, I can be organized enough to get a goal done once I set it, and that is a pretty big deal considering how distracted I can get.

A common goal we both have, though I think I have a little more drive to get it done, is our closet. If it were up to me, it would’ve been done yesterday. Meanwhile, I am pretty sure Shane could go on living the rest of his life with his clothes being in the dining room closet, but I would like that place that keeps our clothes organized, out of site, and all together. I like that lists help me, or us, get organized, and I like to have completion date goals, but I can’t get so distracted by the goal that I lose site of the people around me, and am I still being kind, using love, and being patient? Things will get done, and I shouldn’t compromise relationships just for a goal.

Matthew 6:34 “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

Now my goals are different, and my “to-do” lists are different. They are evolving and including another person. So when someone asked me if I feel settled at my new home yet, I don’t. Not quite yet, and this isn’t a bad thing or a negative reflection on me or Shane and I as a couple. I am just still figuring things out.

With this in mind, Shane and I decided the closet was the first doable project, and while he was away, I got started on things. When I told my mom about the project, she suggested I set the deadline of my cousin Leah coming to visit to finish our closet by. Well, we only have one more weekend then she is here, so I don’t think that will be happening, which is slightly frustrating, as I would like it done ASAP. This is where that whole idea of patience comes in again, only this doesn’t feel like a little moment, like the whoopie pie moment, this feels like a big, all consuming thing. I have to work extra hard to remind myself, it will get done, don’t worry about tomorrow, just keep pushing forward.

Thankfully Shane and I each have an especially helpful family. Both sides are willing to pitch in and help out where ever, when ever. That meant that Saturday, before the men’s game feed at our church, my parents came up to help out in the closet. We knocked down walls took screws out, and really made some decent headway. At the tail end of their help, I began cooking our late lunch which included a venison skillet dish, orange smothered chicken breasts with gorgonzola cheese, lots of Jiffy spoonbread, and of course raspberry whoopie pies. Now the skillet dish made enough to feed a small army, and I automatically made double of the corn bread dish, and this all turned out to be a good thing as more family and friends descended to see our new home and eventually head off to the game feed right as the late lunch was ready to eat. We all ate together and enjoyed listening to kids giggle and got to explain future plans for our home.

This has taught me one valuable home make over lesson. Always have food. I can’t for a moment get hung up on my own expected deadlines for projects when, in all reality, we are doing an okay job fitting in filling in holes and tearing down walls between both of our jobs, and we are so fortunate to have family willing to come over and help in their free time. One way I can show my gratefulness to those lending a hand is by making food. To solidify this point, last night while I was at work, Shane’s brother came over and helped hang up closet things in another closet in the house and they ate the last of the corn bread and chicken.

So this morning I cooked up a hearty skillet dish with ham and turkey kielbasa. It may not be one for looks, as the white kidney beans didn’t hold their own too well, but it certainly is colorful with all the carrots. Because our beautiful 14 inch cast iron skillet doesn’t fit in our fridge too easily, I transferred it to this casserole dish to store until we eat it for dinner. If I am away at work again, and people come over to help, it is a one dish meal that will feed a small group of people of 4-6.

Skillet Cassoulet

• 4 teaspoons olive oil
• 8 oz turkey kielbassa
• 8 oz fully cooked ham, cubed
• 4 medium carrots, sliced
• 2 celery ribs
• 1 medium red onion, chopped
• 4 garlic cloves, minced
• 1 15 oz can white kidney beans
• 1 14 1/2 oz can diced tomatoes, undrained
• 1 teaspoon ground thyme
• 1/2 teaspoon celery seed
• Pepper to taste

1. In a large skillet, heat oil, add in turkey kielbasa, ham, carrots, celery, onion, garlic, and cook until vegetables are tender
2. Stir in beans, tomatoes, thyme and celery seed, simmer until heated through. Add pepper