This is how dinner time goes at my house an embarrassingly high number of nights...
"So, what do you want for dinner?" - Me to my hubby (from now on referred to as Fireman because that is what he is) at 5:00 pm.
"It doesn't matter to me. What were you thinking?" - Fireman, while looking slightly alarmed that, while he was working hard outside all day, his wife hadn't planned anything yet.
"I wasn't thinking, that's why I asked." - Me, slightly irritated at Fireman that I was expected to figure out dinner (but mostly at myself for not doing it).
"Do we have anything?" - Fireman, looking even more green around the gills as the possibility of no dinner looms closer.
"No." - Me, thinking that we really do have food around but not anything easy.
"Okay..."
Finally, I meet his eyes. In the seven years we've been married, there has been one gigantic vice that we have shared.
Pizza.
Not just any pizza. Coburg Pizza Company pizza. Greasy, cheesy, stuffed crust, pepperoni and sausage Coburg Pizza Company pizza. The kind that makes life blissful for a few delightful hours and then leaves you sweating pizza in bed at midnight cursing that 4th piece.
When our eyes meet, with just one special look, we both know exactly what is going to happen.
"Do you want to call or should I?" - Fireman, with a tone of excitement and defeat all in one.
Now, like I mentioned before, an embarrassing number of nights I would say without hesitation, "You can call." Fireman would sigh, pull out his phone, and dial those ten digits that we know so well. The Coburg Pizza Company would answer the phone with "Hi, Chase Family" having known our number by heart for years. They can usually guess what we want to order and we know exactly how much it will cost us. "See you soon," we'd say. That is how things usually go for us.
But not this night. Maybe it was the sun that peaked from behind a particularly gloomy cloud at just the right moment that inspired me. Maybe it was the two innocent, pure, mostly un-pizza-tainted children looking up at me. Maybe it was the slight biting of my jeans waistband into my side. Whatever it was, this night I would not let the pizza beat us.
"No." - Me, with a triumphant lift of my head and what I imagine to be a little bit of crazy in my eyes.
"Okay..." - Fireman, the slight green tinge making its way back to his face, as the possibility of no dinner overcomes him again.
"No. I mean, I will make dinner." Me, still triumphant, feeling as if I had just stuck my country's flag into a previously undiscovered island.
"Are you sure?" - Fireman, the green fading a bit.
"Yes. Yes, I'm sure." Me, turning with a flip of my hair and leaving Fireman behind, having unnecessarily (yet successfully) panicked and bewildered him in just a few minutes.
He'll be alright.
(In case you're wondering, here is what I made.)
Venison Stuffed Acorn Squash
2 small acorn squash
-- Cut squash in half. Put on a rimmed baking sheet with cut side down. Pour a cup or so of water around squash. Bake at 375 for 50 - 60 minutes.
1/2 c. uncooked bulgar (could use rice too)
1 c. Water
-- Boil water, add bulgar. Let simmer until water is absorbed into bulgar. Remove from heat.
Meanwhile...
1 T Olive Oil
1/4 medium onion (chopped)
1 clove garlic (minced)
-- Heat the oil on medium high heat. Add the onion and garlic, cook until translucent and soft.
1/2 lb ground venison (could use ground beef)
Salt and Pepper
-- Add the venison. Cook until no longer pink. Salt and pepper to taste.
The rest of a bottle of white wine (who knows how old) about 1/4 cup
-- Deglaze pan with wine and let it cook for a few minutes to evaporate.
2 T. Arrowroot powder
3/4 C. milk
A few sprigs of sage
Coriander
Salt and Pepper
-- Sprinkle arrowroot over venison and onions. Cook for a minute. Pour in milk. Add in sage and enough coriander to taste (this is slightly tangy spice that goes well with venison, hard to overdo but probably about 1/2 teaspoon). Cook until mixture is thickened. Salt and Pepper to taste.
-- Add cooked bulgar into venison mixture. Cook for another couple minutes for flavors to combine.
Nutmeg (if you want)
-- After squash are done, stuff with venison mix and sprinkle with nutmeg. Bake for another 30 minutes.
You could add cheese if you wanted, but I think it would overwhelm the other flavors.
Voila! And, honestly, way better than pizza. Well, maybe not way better...
My playlist:
Honey Bee - Blake Shelton
Little Moments - Brad Paisley
Home - Dierks Bentley
Barefoot Blue Jean Night - Jake Owen
And now for the first of, what I assume to be many, things I have said that I never thought I would (or should) have to say.
"Don't swing your bacon around." To Will - Age 3
Let me start with honesty. There are a few things you should know about me.
I love being a woman. I love being a wife. I love being a mom. I love being a follower of God.
But...
It is difficult being a woman. It is even more difficult being a wife. It is downright hard being a mom. And in some moments, I think, being a follower of God is impossible.
On Being A Woman:
(Just so you know, I may not define 'being a woman' the same as pop culture's 2012 definition. I'll let you figure out what my definition is.)
My life as a woman has been very much blessed so far. I am grateful for the perspective being a woman has given me. I am grateful for the 'womanly intuition' that I think most (if not all) woman are blessed with. I really enjoy that I don't have to be the primary bread winner in my family. I love that I am called to support my husband and raise my kids. On another note, I am also glad that I'm not the tallest person in the family, expected to wear my hair super short, or let my armpit hair grow. All things to be thankful for.
The same things that make being a woman great are sometimes the things that make it difficult. It would be nice to have a mans perspective, which would be, in my case, a lot less emotional. Sometimes it sounds nice to work outside the home more and support our family financially (sometimes). It would be nice to be the tallest in the family sometimes. It might be nice to wear my hair super short (less time getting ready in the morning anyway). And it really might be great to let my armpit hair grow. Pesky razors.
On Being A Wife:
I have the best man in the world as a husband. Sorry to all of you other women, but it is true. I won't go into an exhaustive list of his amazingness, so you'll have to take my word for it. (I just learned that amazingness is not a word. Oh well.)
Although I have the best man in the world as a husband, he is still a man. And I don't mean this in a condescending feminist way. I mean it in the sense that all men (and women) are flawed sinful creatures. So, my marriage is not perfect. It is not easy. It is a journey filled with joy and pain. But it is one that I am so happy I embarked on.
On Being A Mom:
Well, isn't this a hot topic at the moment. With two kids (ages 3 and 2 months), I am in the thick of it. I love my kids with a love I didn't know was possible. They are bright lights in my life and always will be. I am constantly surprised by what intelligent tiny humans they are. They are beautiful, sweet, and my happy thoughts.
My kids have also challenged and stretched me in ways I didn't know were possible. How can people so small pack such a strong psychological punch. Whether it is trying not to cry and shout after my 3 year old uses a permanent marker on my 100 year old hope chest or stumbling around and crying at 3:30 in the morning after my 2 month old hasn't slept all night, kids push me farther than I thought I could go. But after the permanent marker comes off with some nail polish remover and the baby falls asleep nursing at 4:00 am, I am consistently happy to be given the chance to grow and learn. Well, happy may not be the best word for it. But you get the idea.
On Being A Follower of God:
God. The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. The God of the Bible. The Alpha and Omega. Jesus. What a beautiful, amazing, dynamic world He has given us. That He saw fit to have me recognize His authority on earth and heaven, is the biggest gift of all. That He saw fit to (hopefully) give me mercy and grace, is worth more than my life. I love looking at my family and the world with clear eyes. It is more than I will ever deserve.
When the world and the people in it start to close in, there are more than a few times when I doubt it all. How can I believe in something I can't see, hear, smell, or touch? Not only believe but attempt to center my whole life around? I find myself constantly relearning and exploring why I believe what I do. Each time I come back to the same place. But it is a process, and one that I don't think I will reach the end of until I stand before my creator.
Whoa, that was a lot of heavy and not entirely how I intended to start this whole bloggy thing. But I'm going to leave that as my introduction. I don't really want to do an 'About Me' section because I'm not entirely sure 'About Me' myself. I have a roof and a floor but the walls and contents of my house are constantly changing.
What I would like for this blog, is to have a place to share. (I'm not a writer or a photographer so sharing may be pretty boring. Fair warning) I cook a lot and usually never the same thing twice (which makes me a horrible cook) but I'd like to be able to share some of my recipes. I'd like to share my love of gardening and the outdoors. I'd like to share my crazy way-too-much-work-for-a-momma-of-two projects that I sometimes do. And if no one reads this, then I have successfully created a place to document my many failures and rare successes. So stay tuned, or don't.
Now, if you've read this far you must be my mom. I love you, Mom.
My playlist (Songs I listened to while writing this):
Free Fallin' - John Mayer
You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins
What if You - Joshua Radin
Turning Page - Sleeping At Last
A Thousand Years - Christina Perri
