Monday, August 17, 2015

The Many Faces of Brooke


Photo by Jill
"525,600 minutes. How do you measure, measure a year?
... How about love? Measure in love."
 Lyrics from "Rent," the musical

Brooke is a few "minutes" sort of a year. She's 11 months and counting to September 4, when we'll fully celebrate the 526,600 minutes she's been part of our lives.
Photo by Jill
In all those minutes and moments, I am amazed at the changes that happen from helpless baby to daredevil toddler. Yes, I've lived through the miracles of the first year before - with my own two and with Kinley.

But when we saw her a month ago, she was just contemplating letting go of sturdy furniture and making her way in the world. Now, she is in constant motion.
Photo by Jill
Turn your back, and she's headed for the stairs. If she sees you coming, she climbs even faster. Peekaboo! I see you!
 
Next she's figuring out how to pull herself into a child-sized rocking chair and then stand in it. (Her Mommy is the one I once pulled off the dining room table after a climbing escapade. What goes around, comes around, I tell Jill.)
Photo by Jill
Her blonde hair is getting long enough that there's a slight curl on the ends.
Her exuberance for life is contagious. She lives life full-throttle. 
(It's probably why she's not the best napper She doesn't want to miss a thing.)
She wants to be in the middle of everything.
She and Kinley are starting to play together - at least sometimes.
Photo by Jill
She will sit still to read (which Grandma loves, of course)!
She loves to eat.
And she loves bath time. (I can get away with this photo right now, I think.)
It was a pleasure to watch Brooke and her sister while Mommy and Daddy went out to celebrate their 6th wedding anniversary.

Time flies when you're having fun!
Tomorrow:  Her sister gets equal time.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Main Dish Summer Berry Salad


With fresh summer berries still in the grocery store ad circulars, there's time to make a hearty salad part of the summertime dinner plan.

A few weeks ago, I met Kim from Sunflower Supper Club in Hutchinson at a blogging event and checked out her website when I got home. Several of her summery salads immediately caught my eye. I used her Raspberry and Blue Cheese Salad and homemade dressing for inspiration and made a few changes along the way.

I love main dish salads in the summer. Randy likes them, too, but, in his estimation, some sort of protein needs to be included. And he'd prefer it not be chicken. I thought salmon was the perfect accompaniment to the fruity flavors in this meal; however, seasoned and grilled steak or chicken would work well, too.

Prepare the salmon fillets in a nonstick pan sprayed with cooking spray. Cook until done and the outside is slightly browned. At the end, drizzle a little of the raspberry dressing over the top of each filet. Cook until it starts to brown and remove the fish from the pan. The dressing adds another layer of flavor to the fish. 

You can use any kind of salad greens from a spring mix to romaine to spinach. I used romaine because it's what I had in the refrigerator. I used raspberries and blueberries, since both were on sale. But different (and additional) fruits could easily be substituted to take advantage of the weekly grocery ads or to suit family's members' taste buds.

We had more dressing than we needed for our two main dish salads. Just store the extra in the fridge and use the next time you make a fruity salad. Enjoy!


 Summer Berry Main Dish Salad
 with Salmon
Adapted from Sunflower Supper Club
Serves 2 for main dish
2 (3 to 4 ounce) skinless salmon filet (salted and/or seasoned)
1 pkg. baby spring greens (or chopped romaine, spinach or other greens)
1 pkg. fresh raspberries, divided
1 cup fresh blueberries
4 oz. feta cheese (or blue cheese)
1/4 cup chopped green onions
1/4-1/2 cup walnuts, toasted and coarsely chopped (depending on whether you're using as a a main dish or individual salads)

Dressing
10 raspberries
1/4 cup white wine vinegar
1/4 cup real maple syrup
1 tbsp. Dijon mustard
1 tbsp. dried tarragon (or 3 tbsp. fresh)
1/4 tsp. salt
1/2 cup olive oil

To toast walnuts:  Place on a cookie sheet in a 350-degree oven for 8 to 10 minutes, taking care not to burn them. Toast the nuts before you chop them for less a chance they'll burn.

For the dressing, combine the 10 raspberries, vinegar, maple syrup, mustard, tarragon and salt in the bowl or a food processor or blender. Process until the raspberries are pureed. With the processor running slowly, pour the oil through the chute until combined.

Prepare the salmon fillets in a nonstick pan sprayed with cooking spray. Cook until done and the outside is slightly browned. At the end, drizzle a little of the raspberry dressing over the top of each filet. Cook until it starts to brown and remove the fish from the pan.

While the salmon is cooking, divide the lettuce on two dinner plates. Top with raspberries and blueberries. Add feta, onions and walnuts. Add the salmon filet to each plate. Drizzle with dressing, as desired.

Note:  The original recipe didn't use the salmon, but I wanted to make it a main dish salad for summer. You could also divide it among more servings as a side dish and leave out the salmon. (I did include the link to the original recipe in the text, if you want to check out the other Kim's version!)

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Ta-Da! It's a Beautiful Day!

I started yesterday morning outside at my sunrise tree, watching the night transition to day with wisps of pink thread streaking the sky above the horizon. I imagined a heavenly chorus of angels, elegantly rustling their wings, and whispering, "Ta-da! It's a beautiful day!"

I certainly hoped it would turn out to be. After two long, LONG weeks, the satellite internet repairman was supposed to arrive on the County Line. I hoped it would signal the end to my exile from easy access to online news (which I need for my job, by the way). I hoped I would be able to blog in my PJs in the comfort of my own home office instead of driving 15, 35 or 45 minutes to use someone else's internet connection.

I tried not to get my hopes up, but the magnificent sky seemed a good omen. The sky was pretty from all angles, even as I looked west opposite the brilliant sunrise, across a neighbor's field with CRP grasses neatly baled. I hoped the technician would have his truck neatly packed in every nook and cranny, too, prepared for every eventuality for repair. He was coming from Wichita, so it's not like he could just run back to his shop for a forgotten screw or something.

I know I should just be grateful that I can get internet here on the farm. It's certainly better than the dial-up access I had for years. But I'm frustrated in my lack of options. After multiple phone calls and at least 10 "case numbers" from Hughesnet, my satellite internet provider, I was ready to try something, ANYTHING, else. A repairman had to come from Wichita? Surely there was someone closer?

I polled other farmers' wives on a Facebook group to which I belong. Surely these other country dwellers would have ideas. And they did. But none of them served the Stafford/Reno County line of Kansas, America.

I was stuck. So I waited. And waited. And waited some more. And, you'll notice, I didn't say I waited patiently because that is not my nature. But I made do with trips to my parents, to the church and to the Hutchinson Public Library to access their internet.

The last time I was without internet for an extended period,  I didn't have a smart phone. This time, at least, I could check and respond (briefly) to emails and keep up with Facebook. So it could have been worse.

Lo and behold, the repairman didn't even get lost. He showed up early. He found moisture inside my outside receiver and replaced the parts. He told me he hoped that would be the last I'd see of him for awhile. And though he was very nice, I told him that I hoped I wouldn't become his best friend either. He drove off to save other poor people who (I assume) had been waiting forever to have their internet fixed, too.

So, what have I learned? Well, if I'm honest, probably not patience. But I am thinking that I don't have to blog five days a week. If I want to, fine. If I don't, that's OK, too. I've learned that even though I pay for the absolute best service Hughesnet provides, it's still not very fast when compared to internet in town.
 
I ended the day as I began it, watching the expanse of Kansas sky just beyond the trees that surround my rural home - no internet required.
And though I might long for speedy internet or a quick dash into the grocery store for a forgotten ingredient instead of a 15-minute trip, I am grateful for this beautiful place I call home.
(Especially now that I've got internet - sad but true!)

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Love the Tunnel

A tunnel may conjure up images of a car being swallowed up by a black hole. Once inside, the hum of the car tires traveling over asphalt echoes off the claustrophobic walls and the lights streaming by make it seem like you're the bouncing ball in a fast-moving video game.

Not that I have all that much experience with those kinds of tunnels living on a farm in Central Kansas. But I do love another kind of tunnel - what I call "tree tunnels."

It's one of my favorite things about summertime. Along a country road, a blanket of vivid green envelops me, kind of like a child being tucked into a tight cocoon of blankets at night. 
Quivira National Wildlife Refuge has even labeled one of its tree tunnels. I need to go back and take photos at different times of the day to see how the light shifts and changes. These photos were taken in the evening, following a trip to check our Rattlesnake pasture.
But it doesn't have to have a brown-and-white label to create an overarching canopy of green and texture floating over a secluded country road.
One of my favorite parts of going to the Rattlesnake is seeing how the branches and leaves perform a ballet of light and shadow, a show for which I get a free, front-row seat.
And it's always new - from hour to hour and from season to season.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Find Gregory St. Amand: A Book Review

Beth Harrison St. Amand never expected to write a book about death by suicide. As a registered nurse for 25 years, she had walked with patients through death and health crises, some suicidal in nature.  But Find Gregory St. Amand is a story no mother wants to tell. Still, it is a memoir she believes she needed to write after her 20-year-old son, Greg, died by suicide.

Though the book’s goal is suicide prevention and help for other families, Beth found a way to bring Greg to “life” for readers through using his artwork for chapter dividers and by sharing stories and photos from his friends. Adding those personal glimpses of Greg offers a far greater impact to readers than a laundry list of suicide statistics and resources.
The book’s name comes from the Facebook group the St. Amands formed when they were searching for Greg. Later, after Greg’s body was discovered, the Facebook group became a place where Beth and Greg’s friends shared love and encouragement. Those stories provided a touchstone for his family and friends as they worked through their grief and offered a way for readers to "get to know" Greg. 

“Personal need may have initiated my writing, but it was the desire to warn other parents about suicide’s silent risks that motivated me to finish,” St. Amand writes in the book.  “One suicide survivor’s book may not challenge the misinformation circulating about suicide, but if enough of us share our stories, we may indeed help increase awareness, transform prejudices and dispel the secrecy and shame that obstruct so many from diagnosis and treatment.”

Society places a stigma on suicide. Mothers whose children are diagnosed with cancer or Type I diabetes find people lining up to support them. And yet, St. Amand contends that the mental processes that drove Greg to suicide were driven by a biological malfunction, much like an aggressive cancer or unmanaged diabetes. Suicide is the third leading cause of death in people aged 15 to 24 in the United States.

“I share Greg’s story to help put suicide on parents’ radars,” St. Amand writes. “I share it to help change the misconceptions and prejudices that keep our loved ones silent. But if this book does one thing, I hope it inspires comfortable, nonjudgmental conversation about emotional pain and suicide PRIOR to crisis. ‘If it can happen to the St. Amands, it can happen to any of us,’ said a community member. She is absolutely right. Greg could be any parent’s child.”

Much as she’d like to change it, Greg is a suicide statistic. She can’t change that reality. Nor can her husband, Paul, or their other two children, Allie and Daniel. But she hopes the book will keep other families.
Hindsight is 20/20. As the St. Amands looked back after Greg’s body was found, they could see a few warning signs. But many youth navigate similar setbacks without ending their lives with suicide.

“It was not Greg’s death that rocked my world so harshly. It was his unspoken pain and suicide. How could I not see what was happening to him? Where were my professional instincts? Where was my mother’s intuition? Paul and I were conscientious, nurturing parents to Greg, and he was smart, capable person. I counted on these things to carry him successfully into adulthood.”

In the book, St. Amand talks about her crisis of faith after Greg’s death, working through anger at God and at herself.

 “What happened to my son? What happened to my towheaded, imaginative child with penetrating green eyes? What happened to the teenager with big plans and the infectious laugh, whom we affectionately called Sugar-man because he was sweet and Stud-muffin because he was handsome? What happened to the happy boy who loved life and adventure?

“… At first, I thought Greg died because of a series of immature personal decisions that worsened his depression, causing him to spiral down into a darkness ending in death – a rational person choosing his fate. I think differently now. Choice played a role in the decisions that led to his suicide, but choice was not the underlying problem that made him vulnerable to self-destruction in the first place. Suicidology, the scientific study of suicide and suicide prevention, is in its infancy. We have limited knowledge about the brain, thus we do not have conclusive evidence to explain why suicide occurs in some people and not in others.”

In the book, St. Amand examines some of the latest research into suicide risk factors, acknowledging that “suicide is too complex for a single study or theory to adequately explain the cause(s).” She also offers resources for parents.

In 2014, the National Alliance for Suicide Prevention set this goal:  “Foster positive public dialogue; counter shame, prejudice and silence; and build public support for suicide prevention.”

“Talking about suicide can potentially save lives: Avoidance cannot,” St. Amand wrote in the book.

And that, in a nutshell, is the reason she wrote the book. It is available for Kindle and in paperback at Amazon


Friday, August 7, 2015

Mexican Chorizo Skillet

Served with fresh garden tomatoes and sweet corn from Baldwin Farms
If you're a regular reader, you know I'm boycotting Chipotle. (See my Five Words to Ruin a Date with a Farmer post.) Even my 3-year-old granddaughter has to choose an alternative to the "rice and beans place" if we're paying for the meal.

So, I will just beat them at their own game. My version will be less expensive, and it won't offend me or my other farmer friends.

Jill tried this Mexican Chorizo Skillet and emailed the link to me and to Brent. She told us it was from her favorite blog. I was just a little offended. But I like Iowa Girl Eats, too, so I let it slide. Well, sort of: I did email her back and say, "Your FAVORITE blog???!!!"

After we got that straight, I did give it a try. I've never used chorizo before, so I wasn't sure whether it would be too spicy for us. Somehow, our kids have more adventurous palates when it comes to the spice factor.

But the rice and beans smoothed out the spicy meat mixture. Randy rolled up the mixture in a flour tortilla. I topped a dinner-sized salad with the meat mixture. Recipe success! Take that, Chipotle!
Mexican Chorizo Skillet
(with Sweet Potatoes, Rice and Black Beans)
Adapted from Iowa Girl Eats

1/2 tbsp. extra virgin olive oil
1 small sweet potato, peeled and chopped into 1/2-inch cubes (about 1 1/2 cups)
1/4 cup chopped onion
6 oz. Mexican pork chorizo
1/2 cup black beans
1 3/4 cups chicken broth
1/2 cup salsa verde
1/2 cup long grain white rice
Add-ons:  Chopped cilantro, guacamole, shredded lettuce, shredded cheese, salsa, ranch dressing, tortilla strips or chips, etc.

Put olive oil in a large skillet and meat to medium. Add chopped sweet potatoes and onions; saute for 4 to 5 minutes or until potatoes are just beginning to turn tender. Add chorizo, then turn heat up slightly. Saute until cooked through, breaking up the chorizo as it cooks.

Add black beans, chicken broth and salsa verde to the skillet. Turn heat up to bring to a boil. Add rice; stir to combine. Place a lid on top, turn heat down, and simmer until rice is tender, 15 to 18 minutes, adding more chicken broth at the end, if needed (I didn't need to).

Serving optons:
  • Sprinkle with any of the add-ins. Serve as is - with a fork or use chips as your eating utensils.
  • Put mixture in a flour or corn tortilla and roll up for a soft taco. Top with desired add-ons.  
  • Make a dinner-sized romaine salad with fresh tomatoes and other veggies. Top with about 1/2 cup of the meat mixture and any of the other add-ins. Drizzle with salsa and ranch dressing and enjoy! (Not pictured)
***
An update on my internet saga: I finally got a phone call from a service technician Wednesday, after a full week of not having internet access at home. And he isn't coming until August 12. Let's hope he loads the truck with all possible tools/repairs/equipment needed, since he'll be coming from Wichita. And, at that point, I will have been without internet for 2 weeks. I wish I had more options! I am thankful to my parents, the church and the Hutchinson Public Library for helping connect me to the web, but it sure isn't as convenient as my house!

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Order in the Court

My September just got a little more interesting.  A letter came in our mailbox last week. It said, in part:
"Your name has been randomly drawn, and you are being summoned for jury duty service in the U.S. District Court. Trial by jury is a keystone of our system of justice. Jury service is, therefore, both an opportunity and an obligation for every American. ... Failure to obey this summons may be punishable by fine and/or imprisonment."
I had filled out a juror survey back in May 2011, but this is the first I'd heard of it since. 

Well, since I wouldn't want anyone to have to show up to prosecute me, I filled out my online response before my five-day deadline.

Each Monday night, starting August 31 and continuing through September, I'll have to make a phone call to see whether I need to show up at the courthouse in Wichita the following week. Randy teases me that I'll have to hear a murder case. His mom was on a murder jury in Reno County when he was a kid. I love mysteries, but a murder trial? I don't know about that.
Since I had no idea what kinds of cases U.S. District Courts hear, I Googled it. (If you can fill out a jury form online, I guess you can find out what it's about online, too!)

Here's what I found on Answers.com:

U.S. District Courts are the trial courts of general jurisdiction for the federal government, and hear both criminal and civil cases. Some of the classes of cases heard in District Court include:
  • Criminal cases involving violation of federal laws (e.g., kidnapping, bank robbery, drug trafficking, etc.)
  • Civil cases involving torts under federal law, the Constitution or US treaties
  • Civil cases between parties of different states for amounts in excess of $75,000 (diversity jurisdiction)
  • Civil actions brought by or against the United States (with some exceptions)
  • Maritime cases under federal jurisdiction
  • Cases involving ambassadors or foreign dignitaries
  • Appeals of certain federal agency decisions (e.g., Social Security Appeals Council decisions)
We'll see if my September gets rearranged with trips to Wichita. 

Still no internet at home. The frustration continues!!