I love roadside stands. There is something so comforting about buying produce right from the farm it was grown on! Today I packed the kids up and headed to a favorite roadside stand looking for something special… green tomatoes!! Not to be confused with ripe green heirloom tomatoes, I wanted crisp, unripe green tomatoes. Why? Because I’ll be frying those suckers up tonight! Now, you may be familiar with the book/movie Fried Green Tomatoes, but if you’ve never had them to eat, I highly recommend it. A favorite in the South, I had them for the first time during my trip to New Orleans last summer. This summer I wanted to make some of my own. I lucked out and found a whole pile of fresh green tomatoes as well as juicy blackberries, blueberries, plump onions and crisp green beans!
If you’re in the mood for something fresh and local, try googling farmers markets in your area… or just go for a little road trip – you never know what you may find!
I used to hate feta cheese. I thought the word “feta” sounded too much like the word “fetid”. Anybody with me on that? Anyway, I’m not quite sure what the turning point was, but I have come to believe that feta makes everything bettah! I’m not a fan of goat cheese and I can’t stomach the thought of blue cheese, but feta – it’s soft and sour and wonderful.
Here are just a few ways to add feta to your meals:
On hotdogs – Skip the ketchup and mustard and try something new! Sprinkle a little vinaigrette on your hotdog and top with feta cheese and fresh cilantro!
Italian Crostini Pizzas – Cut a few slices from a loaf of your favorite crusty bread. Spread with cream cheese, pesto (you can buy this at the grocery store or use this recipe here) and add cut up artichoke hearts. If you’ve got some leftover bbq steak chop it up and throw it on. Then cover with a nice heavy dose of feta and pop into the oven at 350 for about 5-10 minutes (or until bread is crisp)
Corn on the Cob with Shallot butter and Feta – Make up a batch of my delicious shallot butter by finely mincing half a shallot and mixing it in with about four tablespoons of butter or margarine spread, add some lemon pepper to taste and chill. Now cook up some sweet summer corn and put a healthy helping of the shallot butter, then top with feta cheese. Delish!
Add feta to your spinach salad, throw it in your scrambled eggs or on top of your bagel. It tastes good on chicken, adds oomph to pasta salad and on top of your Hawaiian pizza it’s fantastic!
Try it today and you may be adding feta to your weekly menu!
I have lost my twinkle and I’m not really sure how to go about getting it back. As a stay-at-home mom, this is bound to happen now and again. Spending days on end immersed in baby poop, doggy poop, three-year-old-who-refuses-to-use-the-potty poop tends to take the shine off a lady. Dishes, laundry, sweeping, dusting, bath times (why can’t it ever be MY bathtime??), story time, dinner time (don’t forget breakfast time and lunch time) time and again… This loss of twinkle is one of the few things that a new pair of shoes won’t solve. I know, I tried. My skin isn’t glowing, my hair is lackluster and the bags under my eyes look more like steamer trunks. I have not had a good hair day in months. When I smile it feels like a sad smile, like I don’t know when I’m going to smile again so I can’t really enjoy the smile I’m having at the moment.
My lost twinkle is starting to become a problem and I must find it as soon as possible!! Have you seen it? Do you know how I can get it back? Desperately searching…
Things that make me Moonbat Crazy
I went to the airport today to send my Sportie off to see his mom for a month (yep, he’s my heart child, not my birth child), and here I am waiting at the gate for them to board with all my munchkins in tow. The woman across from me says “Four kids and one on the way?? Wow! How do you do it?” WHUCK????!?!?!?!?!?! I am NOT PREGNANT!!!!!!!
I swallow hard and nod and smile. I didn’t want to make them feel bad about the mistake…
Later as I’m walking down the hall, someone stops us to ooh and aah over the Pork Chop then smiles up at me and says “It looks like congratulations are in order again! A baby and another on the way?? How FUN!!” WHUCK WHUCK WHUCK???!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!!?? I AM NOT PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And of course, at the gas station on the way home, I’m buying gum for the kids and the gal behind the counter says “Do you know what it is? I’ve got two girls and two boys…” and it is at this point I realize that she thinks I am pregnant. Using all my powers of self control not to lose my Schmidt and scream at the top of my lungs, I nod and smile and quickly leave.
Now, I am not a skinny gal. I am not slight or svelte. But neither am I rotund or Reubenesque. What I am is a mom who has had three c-sections. THREE!!! And that’s bound to have some repercussions. One of those repercussions is “mummy tummy” more formally known as diastasis recti. Basically my abs have pulled so far apart from each other that it gives me a poochy tummy. Okay, more than poochy, but still, I don’t think I look pregnant!
And anyway, that’s entirely beside the damn point. The point is, it’s rude to assume someone is pregnant because they might not be. I’m not. I’m NOT I’M NOT I’M NOT!!! So quit making comments like you know something. Cause you don’t. So there!
(and p.s. – these little people are why I have my mummy tummy and they are 100% worth it. You can take that to the bank!)
It’s been a rough month here. My little Pork Chop has been sick (you can read the backstory here). To break it down, she had a urinary tract infection and the doctor ordered some more tests including some blood work, a sonogram of her kidneys and bladder and something called a VCUG where they basically pump her little bladder full of florescent liquid and watch and see if the pee is all going out like it’s supposed to, or migrating back up which is bad bad bad.
Her sonogram came back great and a second urine culture showed her UTI had cleared up. I almost didn’t take her for that last test. Almost.
Going to Children’s Hospital DC with all four kids in tow was not my idea of a fun afternoon, especially not when my bra strap snapped beyond all McGyvering and I was wandering the hospital bra-less (the metro ride was even more fun *insert dramatic sigh here*). I watched them strap my baby girl to a board and looking at her there in her tiny peach hospital gown I almost lost it. Just as I was about to cry, a nurse came in from checking on the other three kids and announced that Sportie and Short Stack had just finished vividly describing how they get the brains out of a soon-to-be mummy. If that doesn’t bring a smile to your face you might not be human.
They finished the test and just as they were about to remove the catheter, one of the techs asked the doctor to “come back here and see this”. No one told me what they were looking at, but they came back and announced they were going to do a few more pictures. I told myself maybe she was too wiggly and the flouroscopy pictures were too blurry. That’s what I kept telling myself the whole way home and the entire week after the test as I waited to hear the results.
Yesterday I saw my doctor who let me know that Pork Chop has something called VUG (Vesicoureteral reflux). The openings where the ureters empty urine into the bladder should work like valves to keep urine from backing up into the ureters. Sometimes the valve doesn’t work properly and urine flows back into the kidneys. The urine may flow only a short way back into the ureters, or it may go all the way back to the kidneys, causing the ureters and kidneys to swell. In Pork Chop’s case, her kidneys are okay right now. VUG has 5 different stages and Pork Chop only has stage 2 which means the VUG may correct itself as she gets older. Right now we are going with the accepted treatment protocol which means she is going to be on long term antibiotics and be tested again in a year. We will see a specialist next month who may have other options because long term antibiotic treatment presents its own problems and issues. Little Pork Chop also needs to be monitored for fevers which can indicate an infection.
It’s hard to see this all written out here. Pork Chop is a happy little 6 month old, she rolls and giggles and her smile is infectious… and she’s sick. And I can’t fix it. I can’t fix it.
If you would like more information about VUG, please click here.
Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers as we navigate this new road.