tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338527502024-03-05T20:08:50.368-06:00Paul and Stacy Jensen FamilyThe life and times of the Paul and Stacy Jensen family in Texas.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger195125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852750.post-24686855233408836662012-12-13T12:14:00.000-06:002012-12-13T12:14:27.772-06:00Christmas StockingsMy goal is to have all homemade Christmas stockings for my family. This is not a quick process. I started to make the first stocking for Lex before Christmas in 2010. The cabling was more difficult and time consuming than I expected and it was not completed in time for that Christmas. The stocking was stuffed in a bag for over a year while I completed other projects. I pulled it out again in January of this year, and three months later had a completed stocking.<br />
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This year Alayna learned how to use a knitting loom. While browsing <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/" target="_blank">Ravelry</a> I found a pattern to make a Christmas stocking on her knitting loom. After Thanksgiving Alayna picked out her yarn and began work on her stocking. She learned new techniques. She learned how to purl every other row to make a garter stitch edge that doesn't curl. She learned how to turn a heel, which involves wrapping and turning stitches and e-wrapping backwards (for her). All of this included following the directions in the pattern.<br />
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I love the stocking she created. I am a proud mama.Diamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11370084222512174033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852750.post-10806596214155182522012-11-30T12:27:00.000-06:002012-11-30T12:27:15.571-06:00HorsesIt has been a crazy month. We moved from Texas to Wisconsin, we threw in a marathon and a baptism. Do I need to share much more to explain the crazy? I'm sure some would be interested to hear about it, so maybe we will. The kids have been amazing through this whole transition.<br />
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This post isn't about the crazy. This is to share Alayna's drawings.<br />
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<span class="userContent">Alayna checked out a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Draw-Horses-Drawing-Fun/dp/1429623063/ref=la_B001JS3H34_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1354297999&sr=1-5" target="_blank">book on drawing horses</a> from the library. </span><span class="userContent"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[307].[1][2][1]{comment10151276419042072_8518323}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[307].[1][2][1]{comment10151276419042072_8518323}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."><span id=".reactRoot[307].[1][2][1]{comment10151276419042072_8518323}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[0]">When she told me about the book I thought it would start with
all those circles and ovals that you connect and then erase where they
overlap. That's what all the learn to draw books I've seen do. </span><br id=".reactRoot[307].[1][2][1]{comment10151276419042072_8518323}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[1]" /><br id=".reactRoot[307].[1][2][1]{comment10151276419042072_8518323}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[2]" /><span id=".reactRoot[307].[1][2][1]{comment10151276419042072_8518323}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[3]">This
book had no words just pictures of; step 1: draw this body, step 2: add
eyes, nostrils, hooves and ears, step 3: add hair, step 4: finish with
muscle lines for definition. </span></span></span></span><br />
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thought she had traced it. No, it was all her. </span><br />
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horse on the left (it was a foal in the book), then she added the one on
the right (which was bigger with a short tail and mane). </span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[307].[1][2][1]{comment10151276419042072_8518391}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[307].[1][2][1]{comment10151276419042072_8518391}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]."><span id=".reactRoot[307].[1][2][1]{comment10151276419042072_8518391}..[1]..[1]..[0].[0][2]..[0]">Oh, and these were drawn in pen because she broke the pencil sharpener trying to sharpen her pencil.</span></span></span><br />
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I know that I am the proud mama talking about this, but I am very impressed with what may be her natural talent for art.Diamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11370084222512174033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852750.post-48700963120497956502012-10-16T17:37:00.000-05:002012-10-16T17:37:05.865-05:00Friday Night LightsBefore we leave Texas my children needed to experience the <span style="font-size: large;">Friday Night Lights</span>. I took them to a high school football game. Not just any game, The Wurstbowl between the two New Braunfels high schools' teams.<br />
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Our <span style="color: blue;">New Braunfels Unicorns </span><br />
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the <span style="color: red;">Canyon Cougars</span><br />
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We wore our <span style="color: blue;">Unicorn blue</span>. Alayna worked on signs and a cheer*. She also used her credits in class to purchase a mini #1 finger. I was in charge of the three Ts: Tickets, Transportation and Treats (apple slices and a roll of mints).<br />
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It was an extremely fun night. I did a lot of explaining as the game was played. We followed the cheerleaders' calls, we stomped, we jumped, we yelled. Many times I would catch myself yelling, "Go, Cougars!" After all the years I have spent as a Cougar, high school, college and as an alumnus, it is a difficult habit to break. We were having such fun, we didn't even leave after the halftime show as planned.<br />
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My goodness, the halftime show. Nothing like my days at <a href="http://crpusd.schoolwires.net/Page/23" target="_blank">the Ranch</a>. Both marching bands performed their competition pieces with full formation movements involving the flag teams and baton twirlers (ours were twirling 3 batons each!). The dance teams** performed their numbers, accompanied by their band. All lead by the drum major and at least 2 assistant drum majors. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7_ya6nn7KM&feature=related" target="_blank">Watch this</a> for an example. Not this year's, but whoa!<br />
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The <span style="color: blue;">Unicorn</span> thunderstix were a big success. The best part of the game for Alayna? The <span style="color: blue;">Unicorns</span> won 30-27. The best part for me? I received a number of compliments on what wonderful children I have. Oh, and the blinged <span style="color: blue;">Unicorn</span> jersey I bought.<br />
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The most anxious part of the evening was getting all three children safely back to the van. Out of the stadium lights, it is dark and there are a lot of people and cars. Everyone stayed close, and as we went thru the non-parking lot where vehicles were driving and parked I had Alayna wave her thunderstix to be seen, even though, as she pointed out, it doesn't glow. We made it intact to the van and chatted about the fun we had until my heart rate had returned to normal. By then the traffic had cleared and we went home and to bed.<br />
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* Alayna's cheer<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Blue</span> is great<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Blue</span> is bright<br />
Let's go, <span style="color: blue;">Unicorns!</span><br />
You know how to fight!<br />
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** The New Braunfels dance team is called The Monoceras and Mystics, complete with Majors, Lieutenants and there is even a "social officer". Diamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11370084222512174033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852750.post-80123308999862820072012-10-13T15:36:00.000-05:002012-10-13T15:36:59.602-05:00Apple Cider Doughnuts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This spring I was a tester for a gluten free <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gluten-Free-Baking-Holidays-Recipes-Traditional/dp/1452107017/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1350156422&sr=8-1&keywords=Gluten-Free+Baking+for+the+Holidays" target="_blank">recipe book</a>, I'm even listed in the acknowledgments. One of the items I made was struffoli which involved deep frying marble sized dough balls that are then piled up with a honey glaze drizzled over all of them. Since I only did one test of the frying the oil was still "clean" and I stuck it in the freezer to make doughnuts some other time.<br />
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Now that we are moving it is time to clear out the freezer. I decided, instead of throwing away this oil, I would make those doughnuts I had been planning for half the year. I happened to purchase some apple cider and wanted a fun way to use it. I did a <a href="http://pinterest.com/diamonddesign/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> search for apple cider doughnuts and reviewed my previous gluten free doughnut pins. Then I made a conglomerate recipe that I adapted to be gluten free. Does that make it my own recipe? I cooked them two ways.<br />
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Reduce apple cider to a syrup, roughly a 1/4 cup and let cool. Stir together the dry ingredients. Whisk butter sugar and egg. Dump egg mixture, yogurt and apple in the middle of the dry ingredients and slowly bring together. Knead the dough a bit.</div>
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Using a small cookie scoop, divide dough. I was able to make 33 balls. Fry for 4 minutes in 150-170° oil or bake for 5 minutes in doughnut maker. Either one, you are trying to get a dark golden colour.</div>
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I glazed mine with a 1 cup powdered sugar/3 Tbs apple cider mix.</div>
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While both versions were very yummy, we all agreed that the fried doughnut holes were the best.</div>
Diamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11370084222512174033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852750.post-90912828072639590022012-10-13T10:48:00.001-05:002012-10-16T10:10:51.842-05:00Brownie Batter Ice CreamFor months after I received my ice cream maker I attempted to make Brownie Batter Ice Cream. I would make a batch of brownie batter from the <a href="http://psjensen.blogspot.com/2009/06/brownie-lady-brownies-good-enough-to.html" target="_blank">Brownie Lady/Sacrament Brownies recipe</a> we have. I would make different modifications, omitting the marshmallows, baking powder, eggs, replacing the eggs, etc. I adjusted the ratio of batter to ice cream base (baking the leftovers for brownies that were sometimes used as a mix-in for a brownie batter/brownie chunk ice cream). All iterations resulted in yummy, chocolaty ice cream, but not THE brownie batter ice cream I was envisioning.<br />
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In March I pinned <a href="http://tastykitchen.com/recipes/desserts/brownie-batter-ice-cream/" target="_blank">a recipe for brownie batter ice cream</a> that simply used brownie mix - DRY and added cocoa powder. This was a novel concept to me, and exciting. Except, I had moved on to other delicious ice cream creations. I will share my Al-Mound of Ice Cream Joy recipe. With Lex's corn intolerance I had also been on the hunt for a new brownie recipe (we have found two). Until now. This week I made my own version of brownie batter ice cream. It was spot on to my imaginings and I had to stop myself from eating eat out of the ice cream maker to save for tonight. I knew I needed to write this down before I lost my page of scribbled starting points, adjustments, ratios, etc or simply forgot what I did with all those numbers, especially the parts that weren't written down.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Brownie Batter Ice Cream</span><br />
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<u>Ingredients </u><br />
Base<br />
1 (14 oz) can of coconut milk (we use GoldenStar brand)<br />
1/4 tsp salt<br />
3 egg yolks<br />
3 Tbs brown sugar<br />
1 1/2 oz dark chocolate (we use bittersweet chips from Ghirardelli)<br />
1 tsp vanilla<br />
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Dry Mix<br />
2 1/2 Tbs rice flour<br />
1 Tbs potato starch<br />
1/2 Tbs tapioca starch<br />
3 Tbs brown sugar<br />
1 Tbs cocoa powder<br />
1/8 tsp baking soda<br />
1 tsp cocoa nibs<br />
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<u>Directions</u><br />
Heat coconut milk and salt in a double boiler. Put chocolate and vanilla in a separate bowl. In another bowl, whisk together egg yolks and brown sugar. Temper egg mixture with heated coconut milk (150-160°) then add to the double boiler. As mixture reaches 160°, stir for 2 minutes. Pour thru strainer into bowl with the chocolate and vanilla. Stir to melt chocolate and combine. Allow mixture to cool in refrigerator overnight.<br />
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Grind cocoa nibs to powder. Mix together all dry ingredients with whisk. Churn ice cream mixture and dry mix in the ice cream maker. Try not to eat it all as you transfer it to a container for the freezer.Diamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11370084222512174033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852750.post-88690437931417001492012-04-09T14:06:00.039-05:002012-04-13T16:40:10.394-05:00Easter TreatsFinding gluten free candy is not difficult. And with enough experience you get pretty good at knowing what to pull from your excited children's clutches when they go trick-or-treating or to the Christmas party, or to the Easter egg hunt. After a while, the kids even get used to having the candy pulled away from them on the short trip from bag or basket to mouth. But this year we got a new curve ball that has made us change our whole approach to holiday treats.<br />
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This year we learned that Lex is allergic to corn. Without going into the gory details, we have recently become a gluten/corn free family. It does add a new level of hassle to many things, but believe me when I tell you Lex and everybody else around him is so much happier when he doesn't eat corn.<br />
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So our challenge this year was to make sure the kids got the experience we and they wanted to have without any corn syrup sweeteners. That pretty much eliminates store bought candy. I think we succeeded. On the menu for Easter treats we made:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN2dJT9-GD4_9TtaK4Wh88Ezfe9W7Tl7rig-3I1NNbPc2UhP4LU3m1KqXi_hj6EJuKVhpZfxADZU7JK_viRZUV9G8OTetJ5EV7Hs2wwRPDR0gGs_PvXqobpWdsQ8kDq_V4L8Jz/s1600/P4080199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN2dJT9-GD4_9TtaK4Wh88Ezfe9W7Tl7rig-3I1NNbPc2UhP4LU3m1KqXi_hj6EJuKVhpZfxADZU7JK_viRZUV9G8OTetJ5EV7Hs2wwRPDR0gGs_PvXqobpWdsQ8kDq_V4L8Jz/s320/P4080199.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As stated above, I think we met our goal and had a successful Easter for the kids. They didn't complain one bit about missing out on the cheapo hard candy they would have gotten from the community sponsored egg hunts. I guess we need to start investing in silicone molds so we can make holiday appropriate treats all year around.</div>Diamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11370084222512174033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852750.post-22133796335943097462012-03-30T11:21:00.006-05:002012-03-30T12:45:05.336-05:00Jensen Family Gluten Free WafflesWe have had a number of requests to share our waffle recipe. Seeing that we make them every week, it surprised me that they weren't already up. I think these are the BEST waffles, even compared to the gluten ones that I can still order and eat when we are out.<br />
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</tbody></table>This is my system to bake the waffles. When both ready lights are on, I spray the plates and plop an almost 1/4 cup of batter into each square. There is a lot left in/on the measuring cup (hence the "almost 1/4 cup") so I have a plate to catch all the extra batter. Then I fill the second (black) iron. While they are baking I wash out the dishes. When the first (white iron's) ready light comes on again, I move the finished waffles to the cooling rack, spray and fill, and then remove the second iron's waffles. Stacking the cooled waffles to make room for the hot ones. Repeating again, and again and . . .<br />
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I regularly scrape the sides of the bowl down and scrape the batter from the plate back into the bowl. Then I give the batter a little "fold" to ensure that the heavier ingredients don't settle at the bottom. If the children are not "helping" I am able to make a weeks worth of sandwiches in an hour, start to finish.<br />
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</tbody></table>We have had this (white) waffle iron for forever, possibly a wedding gift in 1998. Before going gluten free we never used it, but it managed to stay with us thru 3 moves. We always thought it was easier to make french toast or pancakes. When 18 month old Alayna needed to begin a gluten free diet, and I could not master gluten free bread, we began to make waffles for her sandwiches.<br />
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This waffle iron has been used, roughly, once a week for 7 years! It is irreplaceable. See, it is a true "regular" waffle iron. Rectangular waffles with small, shallow pockets. All irons on the market today are "Belgian" waffle irons. Even the non-round ones have these wide, deep pockets. While our other/newer waffle iron works, to use the same amount of batter I have to spread it around to fill out the square. Then, it doesn't rise as well and you don't get the deep pocket anyway.<br />
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</tbody></table>Can you see the difference in the new vs old irons' waffles? The front row has older on the left, newer on the right. Because I like the old iron's waffles better, when I get to the end I will make the last batch (sometimes only 1 or 2 waffles worth) on it. That's why there is an old iron waffle on the right side.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jensen Family Gluten Free Waffles</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">adapted from <a href="http://www.eatingglutenfree.com/recipes_breakfast/" target="_blank">Eating Gluten Free</a> </span><br />
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2 Tbs Ground Flax<br />
1/2 Cup Water<br />
3 Egg Yolks<br />
2 Cups Milk *<br />
2 Cups Water * <br />
1 Cup Pumpkin Puree **<br />
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1 Cup Sorghum Flour***<br />
1 Cup Buckwheat Flour<br />
1 Cup Brown Rice Flour<br />
1 Cup Tapioca Starch ****<br />
2 Tbs Baking Powder<br />
1 tsp Salt<br />
1/2 tsp Xanthun Gum, rounded<br />
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6 Egg Whites<br />
1/4 Cup Sugar*****<br />
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Beat together flax, water, egg yolks, milk, and pumpkin. Add flours, baking powder, salt and xanthan gum. Mix to become a batter.<br />
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In a separate bowl, beat egg whites until stiff. Slowly add sugar, until the whites form soft peaks. Fold into batter.<br />
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Bake on a hot waffle iron.<br />
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Keep waffles in a warm oven (with the door cracked open) until you are ready to eat. Any leftover waffles may be placed in Ziploc bags and frozen. They may then be reheated in the toaster, or made into sandwiches in the morning, to defrost in time for lunch.<br />
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* Really it's just 4 cups of liquid. If I have leftover coconut milk I will add that, if I am at the end of the milk jug, I will just finish it. I do try to have at least 2 cups be something other than water though.<br />
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** You can also use applesauce. If I want to get fancy, for eating waffles not sandwich waffles, I will add pumpkin spice with the pumpkin: 2 tsp cinnamon, 1 tsp ground ginger, 1/2 tsp ground clove or allspice.<br />
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*** Our supplier of Sorghum flour stopped stocking it, we now use white rice flour, but preferred the sorghum.<br />
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**** You can substitute another starch, perhaps potato or corn.<br />
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***** When we are doing the "fancy" waffles, we will sometimes use brown sugar in place of the regular and then add 1 tsp of vanilla extract.<br />
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And those 3 extra egg yolks? With a can of coconut milk and a 1/3 cup of sugar I make an <a href="http://psjensen.blogspot.com/search/label/ice%20cream" target="_blank">ice cream</a> base.Diamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11370084222512174033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852750.post-8441476262805401282012-01-11T11:01:00.000-06:002012-01-11T11:01:05.037-06:00LearningI'm sure there should be a Christmas post here, somewhere. But, we aren't the best at blogging, especially during the busy holiday season.<br />
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I did want to share my latest game with Lex. When Alayna was little my mom made a simple matching game with coloured squares of felt. I don't know why I wait so long to start playing this game with my kids. Each one has LOVED matching the colours.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMZrDmFUf9VkGV2BqPv47UOXNY5NkS4jxnTYcviuGC8DSUXVZSctOW8SlD_TuT-IIbxZ8SVbBX7ar8SCPpO7juCxiHuA2gHcZLiWXpw-KDOAUpm4dSwbO72SDzZMUYqQnkpnI/s1600/P1109850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMZrDmFUf9VkGV2BqPv47UOXNY5NkS4jxnTYcviuGC8DSUXVZSctOW8SlD_TuT-IIbxZ8SVbBX7ar8SCPpO7juCxiHuA2gHcZLiWXpw-KDOAUpm4dSwbO72SDzZMUYqQnkpnI/s320/P1109850.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>After each match he would say, "Yeah, I did it!" while raising his arms. When all the pieces were matched he came at me for a big hug with more cheering and then sat down to play it again.Diamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11370084222512174033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852750.post-85403712509670867952011-11-11T13:50:00.000-06:002011-11-11T13:50:27.202-06:00Our Newest CookThis is mostly a post for my mom.<br />
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Checking the weather beforehand, I knew it was going to be a perfect running day. 40° for the start, 50° by the half and 60° for my finish. To make race morning easier, I tagged along with the YMCA's running group, who were meeting at a gal's home only a short walk from the start. Perfectly warmed up from the walk, I started the race without my warming garbage bags, but with my gloves and sleeves made from thigh-high socks with the foot cut off. While we missed the pre-race revelries, I was part of the pack for the start and crossed the start line 3 minutes after the starting gun went off.<br />
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I ran the first half of my race with some friends from church, Jessica (who was pregnant, running her first half!), and Brooke joined us for the first mile before work. At the first mile, Brooke said that we had just run a 7 something mile! That didn't sound right, but my watch said the same thing. Coming up to mile 2 I noticed my watch still said only 7 and some. What?!?! Yes, I realized that I hadn't started my stopwatch, I had switched back to the time. The stopwatch and the interval timer were started at mile 2.<br />
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There's not much to say about the first 6.5 miles. It was a pleasant run with a friend. We chatted, noticed those that were on similar intervals or paces around us, and just plain enjoyed ourselves. The only important thing to note was, by the third water stop, I had already confused myself with my fueling plan vs. water stations vs. walking intervals. It sounds silly. I had been training with water, an <a href="http://www.hammernutrition.com/products/endurolytes.elt.html?navcat=fuels-energy-drinks">Endurolyte</a> (Hammer electrolyte pill) and <a href="http://www.hammernutrition.com/products/endurance-amino.ea.html">amino</a> pills every 2 miles and <span style="color: purple;">Huckleberry</span> <a href="http://www.hammernutrition.com/products/hammer-gel.hg.html?navcat=fuels-energy-drinks">Gel</a> every 4th. Suddenly, I couldn't recall if the water stop at 3.5 miles was my "4" or the next one. Adding to my confusion, I had only run 3:1 intervals (run three minutes, walk one minute ala <a href="http://www.jeffgalloway.com/training/walk_breaks.html">Jeff Galloway</a>), twice. I liked doing them that way, and enjoyed the company, so choose to use them with Jessica for the race. Except, intervals don't magically line up with the mile markers or the water stops. Hence my fueling confusion.<br />
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At 6.5 miles Jessica (and about <i>everyone</i> else, 1041 runners) turned around to finish the Half, and I continued with the few (143 runners) running the full marathon course. I talked with a gal, and then let her continue without me as I thought I would try to continue the intervals. After another estimated interval, around mile 7.5, I fell into step with a pair that stopped running after some beeping. When I discovered they were doing 3:1 intervals, I asked if I could join them and now had conversation, motivation, and a beeping timer for my run.<br />
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Another enjoyable 6.5 miles went by. It was fun chatting with Christine and Reynaldo. Our little group would regularly pass and be passed by two other groups of gals, and it was nice to chat with everyone we saw and cheer on the runners already on their way back. In no time at all, we were at the turnaround/half-way point. At mile 14 I noticed that my lower back was getting sore. I had warned my new running mates that mile 16 was always a rough one in my training runs, but as we went thru it my legs were feeling alright. I think the gloves and sleeves finally came off around this time, too.<br />
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By mile 18, my back was hurting enough that it was rough to start up on the run intervals, and when the beep for the walk intervals occurred I kept stopping to try and stretch it. Christine and Rey gave me so much encouragement and talked me thru. Somewhere in there I thought I was getting a second wind, which didn't last. I was starting to lag behind on the run intervals, but was able to catch up during the walks.<br />
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Around mile 22 Christine realized that if we could continue at this pace, we could achieve a 4:50 marathon, my "everything went perfect" goal. Except, this was also where we met "The Hill". For the first time, I was walking on the run interval, but my new partners slowed down their walks and gave me a lot of encouragement, and I caught up. I was able to stay "with" them for another mile before they pulled too far ahead on a run interval for me to keep up. I walked a lot of mile 23. While I tried to keep myself "running" a little more for mile 24, I kept stopping (and sitting) to try and stretch my back and legs. At the final water station at mile 25 I told myself it was my last sit down and I would run most of my final mile.<br />
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Then I saw the mile 26 marker, the turn to the main road. I could hear the cheers of the crowd at the finish. I saw the huge boards with messages of love and pictures of the children who's adoptions had been achieved because of this race last year. After the boards I saw my family cheering for me.<br />
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According to <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">The Pioneer Woman</a>, and her <a href="http://www.seriouseats.com/recipes/2007/10/the_great_baking_chocolate_debate_which_baking_chocolate_is_best.html">Great Baking Chocolate Debate</a>, <a href="http://shop.scharffenberger.com/">Scharffen Berger</a> is THE best chocolate to use when baking. While Paul was in PA doing some training he ran across some Scharffen Berger at the local grocery store. Wanting to be a good husband, and not having much luck on the <a href="http://penguins.nhl.com/">Penguins</a> memorabilia front, he picked up a few bars for me.<br />
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14 oz can Coconut Milk<br />
1/4 tsp salt<br />
1/3 Cup Sugar<br />
3 Egg Yolks<br />
3 oz bar Scharffen Berger 70% Bittersweet Chocolate<br />
1 tsp Vanilla<br />
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Combine milk and salt in double boiler to 170°. Whisk together sugar and egg yolks. Temper with coconut milk. Return to double boiler for 3 minutes, stirring frequently. In a bowl break up chocolate bar (snag a piece to taste) and add vanilla. Strain custard mixture into chocolate. Stir 'til combined, and cool overnight in fridge. Then freeze in the ice-cream maker. It is so thick, this only took 6 minutes.<br />
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Paul and I loved this ice-cream! It was crazy thick. But, because there was not enough time for the ice-cream maker to churn in some air, it didn't make "as much" and was gone very quickly, which made us wistful for more, except it was extremely rich and we probably couldn't have handled more if it had been available.<br />
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Alayna's first big assignment was to show the class something that she has made. Alayna decided she wanted to show the class how she makes <a href="http://psjensen.blogspot.com/2011/06/peanut-butter-cup.html">Peanut Butter Cup Ice Cream</a>. Stacy took pictures of all the steps and than Alayna helped us build the slideshow you see below. Alayna did the layout and design of each of the slides on paper and Stacy mirrored that in Photoshop. Alayna than did all the typing to get the text on to each of the images. You can view the final product below.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">She said none of her friends recognized her when they saw her tonight!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8igAgKm1YF0-EtJu9ps-hJyVCHPoyjdhNDrKv7iDndWS_HkYkcT1-uXoJZUNchGPowvtaOBSsECv6_3GPtTpsjKSDZOiIrPqWdmktBmJYy5y6t5ymwwhHcDUTLXP4VaOwSkgN/s1600/P8189299.JPG"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8igAgKm1YF0-EtJu9ps-hJyVCHPoyjdhNDrKv7iDndWS_HkYkcT1-uXoJZUNchGPowvtaOBSsECv6_3GPtTpsjKSDZOiIrPqWdmktBmJYy5y6t5ymwwhHcDUTLXP4VaOwSkgN/s320/P8189299.JPG" /></a></div>While it is shorter than she wanted, she decided that sending her hair to <a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/index.html">Locks of Love</a> was more important.Diamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11370084222512174033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852750.post-73519440102604548662011-07-15T20:40:00.013-05:002011-07-18T19:34:45.135-05:00Happy Birthday, Cavell!For almost a full year Cavell has been telling us that his next birthday will be his "Go Diego" birthday. Thanks to a lucky find at Hastings and a little dedication from his Mama, Cavell did indeed have his Go Diego birthday.<br />
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The Finale was the Go Diego cake. When asked what flavour he wanted, Cavell would always answer, "Go Diego" We decided on chocolate cake with a dulce de leche ice-cream layer. I made the top using a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CV2DZDuv9XA&feature=player_embedded">frozen buttercream transfer</a>.<br />
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Words can not express how excited we ALL are for this new step to be taken.<br />
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**Update: Cavell had only two accidents that first weekend. After that it has been over two weeks with no accidents. We can confidently say Cavell potty trained himself, quickly . . . if you blissfully forget the numerous attempts <i>I</i> had made since he turned 3 that he didn't really participate in.Diamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11370084222512174033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852750.post-81731852259620561802011-06-22T19:25:00.003-05:002011-06-22T21:01:01.074-05:00Peanut Butter CupA couple weeks ago we were in the freezer aisle buying spinach, Alayna was scoping out the ice creams on the other side. She wanted the Peanut Butter Cup. Except we were making "Purple Cow" flavour that weekend. Instead, we bought some peanut butter cups to store in the freezer for the next week's ice cream. It was very worth the wait.<br />
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Peanut Butter Cup Ice-Cream<br />
1 Cup Peanut Butter (we used the creamy <a href="http://www.jif.com/Products/Details?categoryId=339&productId=954">Jif Natural</a>)<br />
2/3 Cup sugar<br />
1/2 tsp salt<br />
2-14 oz cans <a href="http://www.thaikitchen.com/Products/Coconut-Milk/Coconut-Milk.aspx">Coconut Milk</a><br />
20 mini peanut butter cups, most chopped into sixths but save a few to only chop into quarters)<br />
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Beat peanut butter, sugar and salt till smooth.<br />
Stir in coconut milk. Cool mix in fridge for an hour.<br />
Churn mixture in the maker. Transfer to a container, stirring in peanut butter cups. Freeze overnight.<br />
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As if that wasn't yummy enough, Paul made his very own "<a href="http://www.smuckers.com/products/category.aspx?groupId=4&categoryId=8">Magic Shell</a>" type of chocolate topping.<br />
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Crispy, melt-in-your-mouth chocolate topping. <br />
1/4 Cup Coconut Oil<br />
1/4 Powdered Sugar<br />
2 Tbs Cocoa Powder<br />
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Microwave oil quickly, like 15 seconds, to melt it. Stir in sugar and cocoa. Drizzle on top of frozen ice cream.Diamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11370084222512174033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852750.post-56739182244189729892011-05-31T19:49:00.000-05:002011-05-31T19:49:23.225-05:00LexMostly thanks to Cavell, we have some pictures of Lex this month. I thought I would share them with everyone.<br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Orange</span> Coconut Ice Cream<br />
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<ul><li>2 - 14 oz cans of Coconut Milk (we use <a href="http://www.thaikitchen.com/Products/Coconut-Milk/Coconut-Milk.aspx">Thai Kitchen</a>)</li>
<li>1/2 cup brown sugar</li>
<li>1/4 tsp salt</li>
<li>orange zest from two <a href="http://www.cutiescitrus.com/what_is_a_cutie">cutie oranges</a></li>
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<ul><li>10 egg yolks</li>
<li>1/2 cup brown sugar</li>
</ul><ul><li>1 tsp vanilla </li>
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<ul><li>6 oz orange juice concentrate</li>
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<ul><li>While stirring, heat first 4 ingredients in a double boiler to 175°</li>
<li>Whisk together egg yolks and second 1/2 cup of brown sugar</li>
<li>Gradually temper egg yolk mixture with 1 1/2 cups of milk mixture</li>
<li>Incorporate the tempered egg mixture into the remaining milk in the double boiler</li>
<li>Stir and heat for 3 minutes</li>
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<ul><li>Place vanilla in a separate bowl and pour in the milk/egg mixture. Stir, and place into the fridge overnight.</li>
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<ul><li>Freeze ice cream mixture and orange juice concentrate in the maker. Transfer to a container and freeze overnight.</li>
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by John Jacobson and John Higgins<br />
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A Musical Play for Young Singers. A Tuna Fish that can't carry a tune? A Star Fish that can't get an acting job? A seven-legged Octopus? A Zebra Fish with spots? A Tiger Shark who wants to be friends with everyone? Join in the aquatic fun as little Tiger Shark and his unique collection of friends discover how their differences make them each special. <br />
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Alayna worked hard remembering lines and creating different characters for the auditions in March. She was given the part of . . .<br />
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She was excited to have wings. We also used a large amount of glitter and a little makeup. I know we are the proud parents, but I think she did really well. All of her lines were memorized, delivered well and, more importantly, audibly.<br />
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From Hal Leonard<br />
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A Musical For Young Singers<br />
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by John Jacobson and John Higgins<br />
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She worked very hard learning the different lines and creating the different characters for the audition back in March.<br />
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She was excited to have wings. We also used a large amount of glitter and a little makeup. I know we are the proud parents, but I think she did really well. All of her lines were memorized, and more importantly, we could hear her.<br />
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One of the Y gals took my picture at the beginning of my run <br />
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My goals for this run were to get under 60 minutes, no matter what. Even better would be 58 minutes. I am happy to say, I PR'd at 57:17!<br />
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While I did walk a 1/2 mile to cool down, this is me picking up the boys from Child Watch 8 minutes after finishing my run. Lex did not care how sweaty or smelly I was; he just wanted to be loved by his mama.<br />
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I thought it would be fun to take our picture with the Y's Easter bunny, Daisy. Cavell made bunny ears and an Easter "basket" with eggs (all paper cutouts). He very happily hop-hop-hopped over to Daisy's cage.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVfxJKJNZEDC-ZolBfv6_2CIpUH7pewHbCTKx5oGAO3hhHyDVqfiKlHPTXVzc8I_22xcnnOk_oR_ur1tmf56g-s-6dGjQLEd8Hjwi4YGywW4MdVT_ELz5rXK8lEBezPjFk3v1/s1600/P4208613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVfxJKJNZEDC-ZolBfv6_2CIpUH7pewHbCTKx5oGAO3hhHyDVqfiKlHPTXVzc8I_22xcnnOk_oR_ur1tmf56g-s-6dGjQLEd8Hjwi4YGywW4MdVT_ELz5rXK8lEBezPjFk3v1/s320/P4208613.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUZS9JbcH3bSg73T1gHg1oGSR_W710x7y0EHCZkZ4BfioL4zz9kx2gPileFWhAiMqyzkalqc493K9YXu8cWBtDyIEFbOCqAFkE0NAyWj6ILprl4fYlVBMMWdNDzZjiUogDEwO/s1600/P4208614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUZS9JbcH3bSg73T1gHg1oGSR_W710x7y0EHCZkZ4BfioL4zz9kx2gPileFWhAiMqyzkalqc493K9YXu8cWBtDyIEFbOCqAFkE0NAyWj6ILprl4fYlVBMMWdNDzZjiUogDEwO/s320/P4208614.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Diamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11370084222512174033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852750.post-76283157960038093762011-04-16T20:47:00.001-05:002011-04-17T14:05:15.848-05:00Move Along<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lex is now hypermobile. The walker has been taken out of storage and he took to it like a natural.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2enx8gze3A9Yu55YQaAt9oLURbESku9dWsjw9CqdBpeemG6qZzRNtUzVWZj8fMen_6pQAVEeK2BrF88Mmv1V4OFt7Wc6PqCc6texvig5mEIyfKE4-tsXH8CGNBcPURgy4HFYl/s1600/P4148564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2enx8gze3A9Yu55YQaAt9oLURbESku9dWsjw9CqdBpeemG6qZzRNtUzVWZj8fMen_6pQAVEeK2BrF88Mmv1V4OFt7Wc6PqCc6texvig5mEIyfKE4-tsXH8CGNBcPURgy4HFYl/s320/P4148564.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After only one day of use, he has mastered the walker including changing directions and making turns.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He has a little competition for resources. Cavell has decided that it is fun to use the walker to play postman. He walks around delivering mail from the walker and making his little brother upset.</div>Diamondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11370084222512174033noreply@blogger.com1