Thursday, June 30, 2011

Fried

Fortunately, I'm not talking about my skin. But unfortunately, I am talking about my brain. I think this heat is getting to me--the heat index is solidly in the triple digits today, and since we're young and cheap and can handle the heat our house is a balmy eighty degrees. Normally I'd park it in front of a fan with an ice cold beverage on afternoons like this...but we've got company coming tonight. So I've been trudging through our sticky humid house all afternoon cleaning. And doing laundry (which, blessedly, is in the basement, so at least it's like ten degrees cooler when I get to go down there).

And it was with the laundry that things began to fall apart. Despite the fact that I did not want to be doing laundry, I figured that I would throw in a load of sheets to necessitate a few extra trips to the nice cool basement. Well, I got the sheets all good and clean, got the bed all put back together...and realized that I was missing a pillowcase. I retraced my steps, and no pillowcase was to be found. The only explanation I could come up with was that I had made the pillowcase into the bed--which, considering I pretty much made the bed in the dark and they are dark sheets, wouldn't be all that surprising (for the record--I was in the near-dark because I've got the curtains closed to keep the sunlight and heat out, and I didn't feel like turning on the lights and wasting electricity for the little bit of time it would take me to make the bed. Yes, I do feel guilty for only working part-time in the summer and being at the house using water and electricity while Darrell is at work).

Life lesson? Sometimes being lazy pays off. I was too dis-heartened by the thought of remaking the bed that I decided not to tackle the project just yet (or make Darrell do it when he got home). Imagine my surprise when the next load of laundry came out of the dryer and there was the pillowcase! I'm still not entirely sure if I left in the washer or dryer (and how I managed to miss it in either), but regardless, it wasn't tucked into the bed somewhere. And I was a happy camper.

But I'll be a happier camper in about an hour when I can crack into one of these:


Watch out Somersault--I've got my eye on you

Middle Age: A Romance

Don't worry, I'm not making the (bold) statement that I am of middle age and having some sort of crisis. It's actually just a book review.


I read this book a few weeks ago when we were at the beach. Truthfully, if it hadn't been for the fact that we were on vacation, I probably wouldn't have finished it. Plus the fact that it belonged to the house we were staying at, so I couldn't take it with me. It's not that it was all that terrible or anything, but it was just long. Like 450 pages long. Don't get me wrong, I've read plenty of longer books, but this book seriously lacked action. The initial excitement at the beginning is the death of middle age man, and the rest of the book follows five or six of his friends and how his death changes their lives. Because it's strictly narrative for the majority of the book, it has great character development and depth of details. However, the number of characters and amount of scene development can be conducive to getting lost if you aren't paying close attention.

Again, I will say that the book isn't terrible and at times I did rather enjoy it. It really did feel like I was a resident of the community these characters were from and that I was witnessing the reactions of these people to the man's death. But because of its complex character structure and sheer length, this book is definitely not for the faint of heart.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Grilled Veggies

I figured that it would be fitting to follow up my garden post with a post about what we plan to do with some of the produce that we're (hopefully!) going to be harvesting in the next few months. Even though we know that that squash/zucchini will probably take the longest to mature, we're super excited at the possibility of getting lots of it because we have found an amazing way to prepare it. And, as a bonus, it utilizes one of my kitchen gadgets that I raved about in my Wedding Registry post!

Ready for this? It super ridiculously easy.

Step one: Slice summer squash/zucchini using a mandoline


Step Two: Season to taste. Darrell always puts a little bit of olive oil on them to keep them moist, and so far we've tried them lightly salted and with a little bit of lemon pepper. Truthfully, the flavor these things have from the grill (and the veggie itself) is great, so they really don't need lots of seasoning.

Look how thin those slices are! I daresay it would be impossible to cut them like that with just a regular knife--or at least I know it would be for me!
Step Three: Grill! The grill master in our house like to cook on high, and he's been cooking them for about five minutes, then turning them and cooking them for about five minutes more. We then have a warming rack on our grill that he moves them to--stacked on top of each other to keep the flavors sealed in!

Step Four: Enjoy!


We've been eating brats like crazy around here lately because we went to this specialty meat store a few weeks ago and they have 33 different types of brats, so naturally we had to try a few. The brats pictured are Jamaican Jerk brats--and let me tell you, they certainly lived up to their name! I had a difficult time getting through the whole thing before my eyes would tear up.

If you try a seasoning combination on these that works really well you'll have to let us know what it is--we tend to stick with something we know is good rather than try a bunch of different possibilities that might not be as good, so I don't know how creative we'll get about trying other seasonings since we like the ones we've done so much already!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

They're still alive!

So, it's been almost three months, and we have a pretty solid garden going! Nothing has started to produce any sort of mini-vegetable yet, but we're waiting super anxiously for that to happen! In the meantime, I thought I'd go ahead and introduce you to the not-so-little guys that are taking over our garden.

Up first, we have the green beans!


We had an initial scare with these guys when only two of our four seeds sprouted. But, after a quick decision to plant four more seeds, we're now up to six green bean plants because all four of the second planting seeds sprouted!

Up next we have spinach!


If I remember correctly, we have three of these plants left. All six of our seeds sprouted, but somehow we lost a few. The three that are growing look good and healthy--although Darrell and I realized that we don't have a clue as to when to harvest spinach since it's just the leaves, so we might end up treating it like our herbs and just picking off a handful of leaves once the plant has enough to sustain itself without them. We'll figure it out through trial and error!

Finishing off the first row is broccoli!


These guys have gotten pretty darn big. And we've got two of them. Definitely looking forward to a solid broccoli crop.

We also have lots of pepper plants!


Six seedlings got transplanted into our garden, and only one of them didn't survive the transplant. Comparatively, these plants are not showing as much growth as the other ones, but we've had a really mild summer so far, and we think that is definitely affecting our peppers. Hopefully we'll see some major gains this week as highs are supposed to be near ninety all week. All five plants are bell peppers because we cook with those all the time--and given the opportunity I would definitely snack on a red pepper raw!

Next up are our tomatoes!


Like the peppers, one of the tomato plants didn't survive the transplant, so we only have three tomato plants. But I'm pretty sure that will be more than enough tomatoes for the two of us. We did finally get cages to put on them, and just in the nick of time because some of the stalks already seem to be pretty weighted down!

Lastly, we have the space-hogs of our garden, the zucchini/squash plants!


You know that information they give you on the back of seed packets telling you how much space to allow for each plant? Turns out that's pretty accurate information. We have six squash plants (two zucchini, two summer squash, and two winter squash), and I'm pretty sure that given the opportunity they'd take over the entire garden plot. My farm-raised mom said that it shouldn't hurt our crop much if we have to trim back the vines so they don't kill our other plants, so we'll see.

We do currently have one mystery plant growing. When we put seeds into our indoor container, two of the sections contained green onion seeds. We only had luck with one of them sprouting, so before moving the plants outside we added some green onion seeds to the other section, as well as a few around it in the plot since supposedly green onion don't take up that much space. Well, it seems that none of the other seeds sprouted, but the seedling that had started growing inside? It's out of control.


Furthermore, every website that I've looked at online does not have any pictures even closely resembling that plant in their green onion (or any other onion) seedling section. But--it's growing directly out of the container that was started indoors, so unless a foreign seed got into the seed packet, it has to be green onion. Right? My mom reassured me that it isn't a weed, so we've decided to just let it grow a little bit more and see what happens. If you have any insight I'd be glad to hear it!

And, to wrap things up, here's our full garden in all it's glory!


I'm already starting to dream about next year and the possibility of doubling the size of our plot so we can plant some melons and sweet corn, but I suppose we'll see how things go this year first!

Monday, June 27, 2011

Chicken Enchiladas

I love Mexican food. Majorly. If I ever get a food craving, it's always for something Mexican. Even something as basic as tacos. I could eat them everyday of the week. So naturally, we worked our way through a few enchilada recipes, figured out what we liked, and threw something together in our own recipe. Which we love. And make all the time--although I'd totally make it more often if Darrell were on board with that.


Chicken Enchiladas

1 lb chopped, cooked chicken (season to taste)
1 10.75 oz can condensed cream of chicken soup
2 cups shredded cheese (divided)
1 red pepper, diced
1 16 oz jar salsa
8 tortillas

Combine chicken, cream of chicken soup, 1 cup of the cheese, and red pepper. Stir until well blended. Spoon mixture into tortillas. Roll up and place seam side down in a 9 x 13 baking dish. Top with salsa and remaining cheese. Cover with foil. Bake at 350* for 30-35 minutes.


Don't you just want to eat that up? Seriously. Plus it makes a ton (at least when it's just Darrell and I eating), so there is always plenty for leftovers. Which I also love. Because it makes great leftovers. Have I convinced you yet to try this recipe? Because I could keep going if I needed to :-)

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Crazy Weekend

Ever have one of those weekends that starts out perfectly normal with just one or two things going on and then things seem to blow up into craziness? That was our weekend. Going in to it, we planned on attending a wedding Friday night, going to a Shrine event for a few hours Saturday, and watching my brother play baseball on Sunday. Take that and throw in an arena football game (complete with security/police encounter), a family dinner, and golfing in a thunderstorm and you have our weekend. Intrigued? Stay tuned.

Some photo highlights from the wedding--there's not much else to say--it was beautiful, everyone was happy, typical typical typical:

You know the reception is going to be a good time when the bride shows up in kicks like this
Softball teammates, past and present
Having a good ol' time!
Don't we clean up nice?
Saturday morning/early afternoon, Darrell and I headed up to Dell Rapids for their Quarry Days, which is basically just a reason for a small town to throw a party and have a good time (tons of small towns in the area have similar events). Well, as a part of the Quarry Days, they had a cardboard boat race. Even though Darrell didn't march with his Shrine Unit in the parade (he doesn't have a uniform--nor is he able to play a fife), they nominated him to be the Admiral of their boat.

The reason why Darrell was Admiral of the boat--he's easily the smallest one of the bunch
The proud admiral -- the costume was not his idea, but the other guys decided he looked like a gay George Washington
Some of the competitors in their preliminary heat
More competitors and cool boat designs
Darrell (on the far right) in the championship heat -- he blew the competition out of the water!
A proud and victorious salute to his men after winning!
So up to this point, the weekend was going pretty normal. Darrell and I spent the afternoon recovering from the wedding and race with a long nap in preparation for going to an arena football game. The Sioux Falls team was playing in the first round of the playoffs, and their game was against a team from Omaha, who happens to be a major rival. Well, the tickets my parents have happen to be right next to the section where the opposing fans sit. When we got there, some of the fans were in our seats, as well as any seats around them that were empty. My dad asked the people in our seats to move, and after a few minutes decided to talk to the security guards about having all of them move. You see, Omaha's team name is "Omaha Beef", and every fan there had these obnoxious loud cowbells. Which they were doing their best to hit as close to our ears as possible. Needless to say, the fans were not thrilled about having to move. I don't think I've ever seen that many women flip off my dad before in my life.

Long story short, throughout the progression of the game, the fans saw fit to be rude to us at any time possible. Every time my dad or Darrell walked past them, one fan in particular called them "a$$hole". Finally, in about the fourth quarter, Darrell came back to our seats and told me "if he says that to me one more time, I'm just going to turn around and tell him 'Sir, there are kids around, please watch your language'". Well, Darrell himself never walked by, but when we left (a few minutes before the end of the game), he said it to both of us. I happened to be closer to him, so I turned back and made the comment. He looks me square in the eye and says "F*#@ you". Darrell heard this and was instantly between us, then instantly getting pushed to the ground by this guy. By this time, my dad was trying to get involved and was being held back by some Sioux Falls fans, while the security guards were doing their best to keep the Omaha guy off Darrell. We all made it out of there fine and without any injuries, although it took Darrell quite a bit of time to calm down. When it comes to fight or flight, Darrell is fight 100% of the way. He will always fight intelligently--he would have never thrown a punch at the Omaha guy--but he is always fight. Kind of endearing, but sometimes, kind of intimidating.

Anyway, after that incident, the weekend played out pretty normally. Darrell went golfing while I went to my brother's baseball game (sometime I swear I'll get a picture of him on here, but Darrell's camera doesn't like uploading to my computer, and that's always the one we use at his games), and although my brother got all of his baseball game in before the storm, Darrell's golf had to end a little bit early. But I'll definitely take that over him getting struck by lightening--which it's doing pretty ridiculously right now. Plus the rolling thunder that is rattling our wine bottles. Crazy crazy.

Here's to hoping this week goes a little bit more normal--and no encounters with law enforcement of any kind!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Beach Week 2011

So as I mentioned on Monday, Darrell and I spent all of last week on Topsail Island, NC with his family. It's an annual trip, and one we always look forward to. Not only is it one of the few times a year that we get to see Darrell's family, but it's also an incredibly fun, relaxing week. I could rave about the week for paragraph after paragraph...but I'll save you the agony of reading that at let the pictures do the talking!

Let the relaxing begin!

Darrell's favorite way to spend his time at the beach--doesn't matter if the fish are biting or not!

Touring the Battleship North Carolina--another item off our 101 in 1001 list!

I can't imagine actually being able to understand what all the knobs and dials do and mean
I'm going to interrupt pictures for just a minute to say that during the course of the week, we watched quite a bit a TV. Usually this would be a treat for us because we don't have cable at home, so we (okay, I) have occasionally gotten sucked into TV show marathons on TLC or HGTV. But this year, we spent our TV time on something much different:

Mickey Mouse Clubhouse: probably ten hours
Old School Transformers Shows: probably fifteen hours
Cars: at least 10 viewings
Walle: four or five viewings
Finding Nemo: two or three viewings
Mastermind: seven or eight viewings

And you know what?


For this kid, it was totally worth it. Meet our nephew and godson, John Carlton. Is he not the cutest kid ever?

The reason they make special diapers for swimming--normal diapers get massively waterlogged and saggy

Playing in the waves with Uncle Darrell--sorry for the poor quality, salt spray had gotten onto the lens

The only running you'll ever see me do on the beach

Burying Grandmom's feet

Fishing with Grandad

Jumping over the waves with some help from Mom and Dad

Off the Jolly Roger Pier--the house we stay at is along that stretch of beach you see in the background

Cuddling with Aunt Jess on the last day

I couldn't resist this parting shot--even though we get plenty of relaxation at the beach, Darrell always wears himself out by getting up to fish every morning at six. He'll always take a nap in the afternoon--and it just so happened that this afternoon we were at the airport!