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Strawberry Season

Strawberry season for us in New England is a few weeks away.

There really is something about sitting in a field full of strawberry plants, the sun shining down on your face, the birds singing and the smell of life in the air.

I’ve always loved quiet moments, those moments you smile to yourself because you just know they’re special. Like when the sun shines down at a certain angle and you swear you see angels coming down from heaven.

Or when you smell lilacs in the air or when you hear waves lapping on the shore, those simple pleasures in life that so many of us take for granted.

Do me a favor and go strawberry picking this year. Go when there’s not a lot of people, when your family will have a row to yourselves. Sit or squat down among the berries. Feel the warmth of the sun and listen to the birds up above, watch the wind blow the leaves all around and pick those bright red juicy strawberries.

Maybe try one of these recipes with your bounty:

Strawberry Skillet Cake

Strawberry Pie

Strawberry Rhubarb Crisp

Strawberry Lemonade

French Strawberry Cake

Jodi xo

 

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Days of May

May brings morning rain on rosa multiflora.

And morning light on made beds.

May brings awakening wild food.

And blooming forest floors.

The colorful copper birch leaves emerge.

Violets come into view.

May is when we gather the petals.

Simple syrup will sweeten drinks for weeks to come.

May brings soft breezes through open windows.

And May brings wishes.

Happy May!

 

Mother

We all have or have had one. The woman who gave birth to us and/or took care of us, whether we appreciate her or resent her, she helped us grow into the people we are today, good or bad.

I hope that you are in contact with your mother if you can be. I hope you have put aside squabbles and have forgiven her for what she should or shouldn’t have done according to your own standards.

Mothers don’t have all the answers, I know because I am one. I do the best I can do, as did my mother. Even at the age of 33, I still held onto resentment for my mother and then she suddenly died. I felt so much guilt about it. But that is life. We need someone to blame for our misgivings and mothers are perfect targets. I am okay with being that target for my own child. And I’m sure my mother was okay with it too.

When I was a kid, my mom was the best friend type of mom, but I didn’t want her to be my best friend. She wanted to be the cool mom, but I didn’t think she was cool.

Now, I want to call her and tell her about my day. I want to make her feel loved and happy and full of pride for what she accomplished in life. But I can’t. Because she’s gone.

If your mom is alive, call her. If your mom is down the road, go visit her.

Mother’s Day. It’s a good day to forgive.

 

 

 

Change, the only constant

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Heart-shaped, fluffy white clouds in the blue sky.

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Purple and pink sky in the morning. A sure sign of an oncoming storm.

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Snow can change the landscape dramatically.

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And it sure is fun to play in. Peaking through the hemlock boughs as Ethan prepares to sled down the big hill.

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Have you ever browned butter? If not, you should. Swap out one stick of softened butter with one stick of browned butter and your chocolate chip cookie recipe will be forever changed.

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Do you see what Regan sees?

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Afternoon sun shines on cattails in the frozen ground. My shadow on the bridge.

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Daffodils are emerging from the leaf litter. Change is upon us.

 

New Year

Each year goes by faster than the one before.  Just like everyone else, I’m finding my way.

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We celebrated my birthday a few weeks ago. I’ve been on this planet for thirty-five years.

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We finally had some snow. I spy Ethan. Do you?

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This is our bedroom window on a cold winter’s morning.

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I’m in awe of the beauty of this planet. And I’m always looking up.

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It’s nearly February and the geese are still beating their wings and honking.

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I’m rewarded with color.

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And beauty.

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And squirrel tracks.

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Each year we reflect. I love what I see.

 

Christmas Eve

It’s Christmas Eve. I’m five years old. I’m lying in bed watching the light stream through the vinyl blinds. It’s nighttime but the moon is bright and it’s being reflected off the snow that is blanketing the ground. I’m supposed to be sleeping. I can hear music coming from the other room.

I lift the covers off of me and swing my legs out of bed. I place my feet on the carpet and walk through the dimly lit kitchen and into the living room where I see my mother sitting in the middle of the couch on the very edge of the cushions. On the coffee table in front of her are the two slender red candles we put out weeks before when we were decorating the apartment for Christmas. Tonight, they are lit and I can tell they have been burning for some time because they are half the size they were and there’s wax all over the silver candle holders. It seems like she is waiting for someone. I think it must be Santa.

She tells me to go back to sleep. Santa won’t come if I’m awake. I run back to my room and call for her to tuck me back in but she’s already making her way back to me. She wraps me in blankets and says goodnight.

I toss and turn for what seems like an eternity. I wonder if he will skip my house because I’m still awake. I finally start to doze but then I hear footsteps. I’m lying on my side, my face towards the wall. I hear my door creak open, I see light shine in from the kitchen, I see the shadow of Santa. He tiptoes into my room and as I hold my breath, he places my stocking at the foot of my bed. I want to turn around to see this mysterious person but I know I can’t. I concede to simply watch the shadow on the wall. He retreats.

I gently nudge the stocking with my toes. I hear wrapping paper crinkle inside. I feel as if I just might burst with excitement. I can’t wait to see if he received my letter and brought me the very toys I asked for. I close my eyes and smile. It’s almost Christmas and I almost saw Santa.

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December

Each one of these December mornings I am gently reminded just how many days are left until Christmas.

Today? 4 days!

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Inside, our balsam fir tree is trimmed.

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Outside, it feels more like October.

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There’s time for walks…

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There’s time for practice…

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And there’s always time fore baking…

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These unseasonably clear skies offer us more time outside to enjoy the splendor of December.

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Merry Christmas!

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Today, we celebrate Thomas!

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Today is my husband’s birthday.

We met when I was a freshman in high school. We started living together almost immediately. Thomas and I made a great team back then and now, nineteen birthdays later, we are unstoppable.

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In one of my English classes, we were tasked with writing an essay about an important person in our lives. I wrote about Thomas. I read it aloud and everyone stared. Mr. Loomer said, “Wow, saying one person is your whole life is a big statement.” It was a big statement and it’s still true. Although now, we have a son that shares that spot with him.

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I could go on for days about how amazing he is but instead I will just say Happy Birthday to the funniest, most caring, devoted, and thoughtful husband in the world, who makes me feel adored and as if it’s my birthday every day. Happy Birthday to the greatest, most compassionate, and positive teacher and father to our boy.

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You are my hero and my pillar of strength.

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Thank you for being you.

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November in New England

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It’s November in New England, a very special month for my family. My son’s twelfth birthday is in a few days and the day after that marks sixteen years of marital bliss for Thomas and I. The love I have for these guys is inexplicable, more than I could ever put into words.

November is the month of Thanksgiving and we have so much to be thankful for.

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Queen Anne’s Lace leaves are still poking through the dry and browning leaves.

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Tiny rose hips lend color to the muted landscape.

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A single poplar leaf is bright in contrast to the dirt of a meandering trail.

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The shining sun gives a golden hue to the leaves that are still holding on.

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Autumn is acorn harvest time.

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Chilly nights and rainy mornings call for a fire in the wood-stove.

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Fires in the wood-stove call for a steady supply of fire-wood.

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Sweet treats in the shape of the ever falling oak leaves can be made with the processed harvest of acorns.

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The blue sky and white clouds can now be easily seen through the bare branches of our mighty maple tree.

I am forever thankful for all this life has to offer.

xo Jodi

Sunday Streusel Coffee Cake

When I was a kid, maybe 11 or 12 years old, I started receiving junk mail. One of the various pieces of mail that I got was an assortment of recipe cards from a company called Healthy Meals in Minutes. It was one of those things where they send you a few cards and then if you send such and such an amount they’d send you more. I loved getting these. I think that I must have pleaded with my mother for the money to get more because I ended up with a rather large collection. I still use them now, some 20 years later. I remember thinking that I wanted to make healthy and delicious meals for my own family one day.

Neither my mother nor my grandmother are very comfortable in the kitchen. I don’t think they really enjoy cooking or baking, it’s just something that they HAVE to do. We all gotta eat, right? After starting this blog, they asked me, “Where did you ever get this love for cooking and baking from?” Of course, baking isn’t something you inherit like brown eyes or freckles but it could be something that you grow up seeing and it becomes second nature. I do remember being a kid and spending time at my aunt and uncle’s house with my cousins. My Aunt Sue was always at ease in the kitchen, she seemed to sincerely enjoy getting meals for her family. It was as if she wanted to show her love for them through her food.  I once tasted her teriyaki chicken, thinking to myself, “This is the absolute best chicken I have ever tasted, how did she do that?!” Maybe that planted a seed in my head for the future. Maybe showing her love for her family through her food was something I hoped I could do one day. Thank you Aunt Sue for being a positive influence.

I never imagined that I would have this amazing family to show my love for ,through food, but I am so thankful. I feel very blessed on this beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon.

Streusel Coffee Cake

Recipe from Healthy Meals in Minutes

  • 2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 cup granulated sugar
  • 1 Tbs baking powder
  • 1 tsp ground cinnamon
  • 2 egg whites
  • 3/4 cup nonfat sour cream
  • 1/2 cup skim milk
  • 1 Tbs canola oil

FOR THE TOPPING

  • 1/4 cup all-purpose flour
  • 2 Tbs firmly packed light brown sugar
  • 1 tsp ground cinnamon
  • 2 Tbs chilled butter, cut into small pieces

Preheat the oven to 375F. Grease an 8 inch cake pan.

To prepare the topping, in a small bowl, combine dry ingredients. Cut in butter until coarse crumbs form.

To prepare cake, in a medium bowl, combine dry ingredients. Mix well. In a large bowl, whisk egg whites, sour cream, milk and oil. Add flour mixture; stir until just combined. Spoon half the batter into prepared pan.

I am adding a layer of blueberries to add a bit of fruity goodness. You could use apples or any other fruit. Or you can just leave out the fruit.

Add the remaining batter and sprinkle topping over batter.

Bake 40 minutes. Place pan on a wire rack; cool for 10 mintes.

Calories: 217 Carbohydrates: 39g Protein: 5g Fat: 4 g