<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:29:57.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frau Farmer</title><subtitle type='html'>Frau means 'woman' in German - which is what I am: woman - and (half) German! The farmer thing? Well, not so much. But I do have a little garden and I'm using this site to track its progress and share other things that are important to me like cooking from scratch and landscaping our yard around our new pool. (Because nothing says environmentalist like 50,000 gallons of chemically-laced water in your back yard, right? Ha.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-6922617366513500106</id><published>2010-06-28T12:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:43:26.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It was only a matter of time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/TCjQ-sFvRsI/AAAAAAAABIQ/K7lvaM722BI/s1600/farewell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/TCjQ-sFvRsI/AAAAAAAABIQ/K7lvaM722BI/s200/farewell.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been conflicted about posting lately. Plenty of things have happened that would have warranted posting in the past - but now I just think, "Why bother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just scrolled through my posts from the past 10 months and it was fun to see all of things I've cooked, and all of the big changes that happened to our yard. It was fun to reminisce...and it made me hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decided to start this blog, I told myself that I would just write on it for my own pleasure - not to receive comments from others. That's what undid me when I had my last blog...I got too caught up in wanting feedback from other people that I made myself crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - I've reached that point where writing on this site just not that enjoyable anymore. My friends see my projects and hear my stories in person, so I ask myself: why am I bothering with this? Everyone who cares can just as easily be informed through a monthly photo album of what's happening in our lives. So no more guilt about not writing here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the good times, Frau Farmer! Auf Wiedersehen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-6922617366513500106?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6922617366513500106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=6922617366513500106&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/6922617366513500106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/6922617366513500106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-was-only-matter-of-time.html' title='It was only a matter of time.'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/TCjQ-sFvRsI/AAAAAAAABIQ/K7lvaM722BI/s72-c/farewell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-3314396213044170193</id><published>2010-05-24T07:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T07:48:28.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...Oopsie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brownsugarpages.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/embarrassed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://brownsugarpages.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/embarrassed.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Just checked my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Yahoo Groups update message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmmm, that's funny,&lt;/i&gt; I thought. &lt;i&gt;Aren't I no longer part of any Yahoo groups? (That means you, Freecycle.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turns out...I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like they didn't quit me after all! Or maybe they &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt;, but then they found my post and realized the error of their ways?? Well, in any case:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 1:&lt;/b&gt; Insert foot into mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 2:&lt;/b&gt; Delete the post where I tell Freecycle to suck it. I'm sorry, Freecycle. You're not that bad, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 3:&lt;/b&gt; Blush and then add "find stuff to give away on Freecycle" back onto my To Do list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-3314396213044170193?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3314396213044170193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=3314396213044170193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/3314396213044170193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/3314396213044170193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/05/umoopsie.html' title='Um...Oopsie.'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-1721957502484787065</id><published>2010-05-10T13:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:21:00.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooooooo.</title><content type='html'>Back in December after watching &lt;a href="http://www.foodincmovie.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Food, Inc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I decided that I wasn’t going to eat meat from restaurants that didn’t buy their meat from humane farms. I didn’t want to be merely disgusted by industrial agriculture – I wanted to stop supporting it with my purchases. (Kind of like how I have been boycotting Wal-Mart for the last 6 years.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my burger to have had led the kind of life that a cow deserves to lead (moseying around pastures eating grass) – and not to have led the kind of life that cows raised on factory farms are forced to lead (standing shoulder to shoulder with thousands of other cows, all knee-deep in their own manure, eating grain and ground up dead animals - to include other cows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not just because it makes me feel better &lt;i&gt;emotionally&lt;/i&gt; to support these humane farms. If a human is going to eat meat, it's healthier for us to eat meat from animals that have lived their lives eating the foods that they have evolved to eat (imagine that!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s healthier for the cows, too. From &lt;a href="http://onlygrassfed.com/pasture-vs-feedlot.html"&gt;onlygrassfed.com:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The average cow will die within 6 months from consuming a corn based diet (their livers blow out), which is about all the time a factory farm needs to fatten up a cow for slaughter. To keep the feedlot animal "healthy" (healthy enough to survive), industrial farms feed the cows a constant dose of antibiotics. Did you know that most of the antibiotics sold in America end up in animal feed? It is now generally acknowledged that this practice is a direct contributor to the evolution of new antibiotic-resistant "superbugs."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yikes, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’ll be honest. Even knowing all of this, I have not been 100% successful at keeping my own goal – and I’m not beating myself up over that. I consider myself to be off the hook when I eat over at other people’s houses (if there is a veggie alternative being offered, I eat that, but if not, I go ahead and eat whatever meat they’re serving). And this past weekend was the first time that I broke my rule while in a restaurant. We went to a German restaurant in North Carolina to celebrate Mother’s Day with Eric’s parents and faced with having only sides for dinner as I did when we were there at Christmastime, I caved and ordered the sauerbraten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For quite some time now we’ve been buying all of our meat from the farmers’ market, mostly from a local Virginia farm that raises buffalo. But some friends recently offered us up a deal that was too good to pass up. Friends of theirs moved to a farm in Pennsylvania and had a cow that was going to be butchered soon. They wanted to know if we wanted a share of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new term for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cow-pooling.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought about it and decided to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three couples shared the butchering fee ($324.40 total) and then split up the meat evenly, with one couple specifying that they wanted a few specific cuts. (Um, yeah - go ahead and take the tongue! Fine by us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up with 127 pounds of meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 brisket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 T-bone steaks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 short ribs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 regular ribs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 rump roast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 sirloin tip roasts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 rib eye steaks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 sirloin steaks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 round steaks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/3 of the ground beef&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, our freezer is more than a little bit full right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S-g9LuddgqI/AAAAAAAABCo/6P8_45KhJew/s1600/IMG_5718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S-g9LuddgqI/AAAAAAAABCo/6P8_45KhJew/s320/IMG_5718.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The bottom two freezer baskets had to be completely removed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in order to fit it all in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you add the butchering fee to the per pound price for the meat, we paid a mere &lt;b&gt;$2.39 per pound&lt;/b&gt; for our grass-fed Jersey cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef: It's what's for dinner...tonight...tomorrow...next week...next month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For more information on cow-pooling,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;check out the following resources:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eatwild.com/"&gt;Eatwild.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1902835,00.html"&gt;Cow-Pooling: Buying Beef in Mega-Bulk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-1721957502484787065?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1721957502484787065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=1721957502484787065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/1721957502484787065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/1721957502484787065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/05/mooooooo.html' title='Mooooooo.'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S-g9LuddgqI/AAAAAAAABCo/6P8_45KhJew/s72-c/IMG_5718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-487082285013310696</id><published>2010-05-04T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:36:21.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Step by Step</title><content type='html'>(Why can I not write that title without hearing New Kids on the Block playing in my head? Oh great. Now it's not going away. &lt;i&gt;Oooooh, babaaay. Gonna get to you girrrrrl!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus! Why did I log in here again? Oh right. To post some photos. Apparently Eric is sick and tired of looking at the picture of the blond kid with his pool noodles, so I'm going to spare his precious retinas and post some other images for your (and his) viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S-C6nTTPydI/AAAAAAAAA-8/wArT4yTRuZk/s1600/IMG_5699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S-C6nTTPydI/AAAAAAAAA-8/wArT4yTRuZk/s320/IMG_5699.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We went in the pool for the first time on Saturday! It. Was. Freezing!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S-C7duNWVtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/wD31NMCz5yc/s1600/IMG_5713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S-C7duNWVtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/wD31NMCz5yc/s320/IMG_5713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We finished landscaping along one edge of the pool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The lights look awesome when they're turned out at night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S-C7wKJcmFI/AAAAAAAAA_M/8m5DVqcpkKw/s1600/IMG_5714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S-C7wKJcmFI/AAAAAAAAA_M/8m5DVqcpkKw/s320/IMG_5714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;My friend Sara came over on Saturday and helped me to set&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;some of the walkway stones. Thanks, Sara!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was intimidating-slash-depressing to see how long it took us to do this one section of the walkway. I hope I'll be able to finish it before our pool party on Memorial Day weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the garden photo album to see the latest garden photos. I noticed last night that one of the strawberries has turned red already!!! So very exciting! Tonight Eric finished putting up some trellises to cover up the pool pump and air conditioning unit, along with a small raised garden bed in front of it. We filled it with the leftover dirt from last year's garden and I immediately planted a few cucumber seeds and a bunch of sugar snap peas. Can't wait to see how that works out...Stay tuned. We may have a cucumber coup on our hands in a few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-487082285013310696?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/487082285013310696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=487082285013310696&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/487082285013310696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/487082285013310696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/05/step-by-step.html' title='Step by Step'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S-C6nTTPydI/AAAAAAAAA-8/wArT4yTRuZk/s72-c/IMG_5699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-3180977357645919953</id><published>2010-04-27T13:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:33:13.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Noodles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;No, sorry – I'm not giving away a coupon for a free lunch here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What I wanted to share was that last night I used my new (free) membership to our local FreeCycle group to score  some free pool “noodles”!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S9ccQc5RwvI/AAAAAAAAA78/dkbA3Ad2yPw/s320/noodle.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Our noodles, however, did not come with a little boy as pictured here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank god, because I have no idea where I'd store one of those.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FreeCycle is like Craigslist but it’s only for giving away completely free stuff. No bartering, no strings attached – just straight up FREE. It’s not first-come, first-served because that causes people to waste time and gas by traveling somewhere to pick up an item that may no longer still be there. After joining your local FreeCycle group, you either place ads for stuff that you want to get rid of (for free) or respond to ads that others have posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the FreeCycle website: “By giving freely with no strings attached, members of The Freecycle Network help instill a sense of generosity of spirit as they strengthen local community ties and promote environmental sustainability and reuse.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the spirit of keeping things out of landfills and saving money at the same time, I responded to someone’s ad for pool noodles and some small boogie boards. He put them out on his porch for me and I picked them up last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that it was a bit strange to just pull into someone’s driveway, walk up to their house, take stuff off of their porch and then drive away! But kind of awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the benefit to being part of a FreeCycle group that’s specific to my section of town is that I'll never have to drive very far to pick up my free goodies. (Maybe not quite so true in the more rural areas of the country, but here in the DC area there are tons of neighborhood-specific FreeCycle groups.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to find one near you? Go to &lt;a href="http://freecycle.org/"&gt;FreeCycle.org&lt;/a&gt; and search for one where you live!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-3180977357645919953?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3180977357645919953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=3180977357645919953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/3180977357645919953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/3180977357645919953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/04/free-noodles.html' title='Free Noodles!'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S9ccQc5RwvI/AAAAAAAAA78/dkbA3Ad2yPw/s72-c/noodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-5551976850698205220</id><published>2010-04-19T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:38:56.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>It has been almost 8 long months since we signed the paperwork to get a pool put in our backyard...and today, the pool was FINALLY finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hallelujah!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We awoke at 7 am to find the crew on our property, preparing the pool for its plaster finish. The guys were super nice, seemed very knowledgeable and did an excellent job. Five hours later, the pool was complete! (Well, minus the water. We're working on that part as we speak....er, write.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I leave you....our pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S8za-RK7NPI/AAAAAAAAA60/rb-sKfn1YuY/s1600/IMG_5654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S8za-RK7NPI/AAAAAAAAA60/rb-sKfn1YuY/s400/IMG_5654.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;See more images in the sidebar where the album of pool construction photos are!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-5551976850698205220?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5551976850698205220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=5551976850698205220&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/5551976850698205220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/5551976850698205220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S8za-RK7NPI/AAAAAAAAA60/rb-sKfn1YuY/s72-c/IMG_5654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-1583482196271414285</id><published>2010-04-16T19:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T19:36:44.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>W-E-E-K-E-N-D, it's weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S8jrRToY83I/AAAAAAAAA3c/f8_c3V4v9Xk/s1600/IMG_5610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S8jrRToY83I/AAAAAAAAA3c/f8_c3V4v9Xk/s320/IMG_5610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week Eric continued to work outside in the yard every evening after work, with me pitching where I could be of use. In digging out the ZGW (Zen Garden Walkway) he ended up with lots of displaced dirt, which he piled up next to the pool deck so that there isn't such a terrible drop-off any more. The one large area has been turned into our wildflower patch. Although it doesn't look like much now, we hope that it will look AWESOME a month or two from now. (Fingers crossed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S8jsFDjHbAI/AAAAAAAAA3k/rCqF273pb1c/s1600/IMG_5609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S8jsFDjHbAI/AAAAAAAAA3k/rCqF273pb1c/s320/IMG_5609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I built a low stone wall in front of the landscaping that leads up to the shed. Building those are my specialty around our yard! Just as with laying the stones down in the ZGW, it's like a game of Tetris to me. Then I laid down some grass seed in front the shed and put up some "fencing" to keep Tater out of there. (See the terrible shape the shed is in? Tater &lt;i&gt;looooves&lt;/i&gt; peeing on it.) That's a project for another day. Or year at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S8jt_0hj9tI/AAAAAAAAA30/p_qyUe6j_3I/s1600/IMG_5607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S8jt_0hj9tI/AAAAAAAAA30/p_qyUe6j_3I/s200/IMG_5607.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Wednesday night I used our leftover rice from the Chinese food we'd ordered the night before to make a curry rice with carrots, peas, raisins, and almond slivers, plus tofu and onion that we'd purchased from Arganica. We used to buy garlic naan (Indian bread) from Trader Joe's, but I decided to try the recipe in my bread book for curry naan with raisins in it and it was fantastic. (Sara - you and I are going to have an Indian dinner some night and we're going to make this! Yummmm!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S8jvKyEHc1I/AAAAAAAAA4E/Dmj0RNvhV8E/s1600/IMG_5624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S8jvKyEHc1I/AAAAAAAAA4E/Dmj0RNvhV8E/s200/IMG_5624.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight while Eric was outside working on the ZGW, I looked up a recipe for brownies from scratch - which unbelievably, I had never made before - and whipped some up for our dessert! A half recipe, 10 servings, contained 1 cup of sugar and 2 sticks of butter, amongst other things. Sweet baby Jebus. But who knows what the hell is in the boxed mixes in the store...so I'd rather be reminded that what I'm eating is not exactly healthy so that I can (try to) stop myself from finishing off the entire pan in one sitting.&lt;i&gt; Wish me luck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-1583482196271414285?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1583482196271414285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=1583482196271414285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/1583482196271414285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/1583482196271414285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/04/w-e-e-k-e-n-d-its-weekend.html' title='W-E-E-K-E-N-D, it&apos;s weekend!'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S8jrRToY83I/AAAAAAAAA3c/f8_c3V4v9Xk/s72-c/IMG_5610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-580808332202635634</id><published>2010-04-07T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:22:23.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Ground on the ZGW</title><content type='html'>Screw spring! Here in Northern Virginia, we're apparently fast-forwarding right to summer. Yesterday it got to 90 degrees (that's 31 degrees Celsius for my European readers!) and today and tomorrow the forecast is in the mid-80's again. After a long streak in the 70s, it really does feel like summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, at the end of this week, it's supposed to dip back down to normal (in the 60s)...just in time for them to FINALLY come do some work on our pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read the right. THEY'RE FINALLY GOING TO COME DO SOME WORK ON THE POOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so they say. But I have been led to believe that by the end of next week, we may have a completed pool. Holy crap! Pictures will be posted, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been making lots of new things from scratch recently: ravioli, baguettes, gnocchi, and danishes. (My kitchen is heaven for carb lovers!) I didn't manage to get a photo of the gnocchi but you'll just have to trust me: they look like gnocchi. Here are some photos of the ravioli and one of the baguettes, which I made with two of my lovely friends, Sara and Eliza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S7ts6efz0LI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L1OZ9UmHYJk/s1600/ravioli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S7ts6efz0LI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L1OZ9UmHYJk/s320/ravioli.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The wine is from a Virginia winery, too! So yummy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here are the apple and golden raisin danishes that I made for my friend Amber's Easter brunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S7ts9Q1IiZI/AAAAAAAAAww/6J1vXHm2mvE/s1600/danishes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S7ts9Q1IiZI/AAAAAAAAAww/6J1vXHm2mvE/s320/danishes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nooooo, absolutely no butter was used to make these at all. None.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had made the dough for the danishes a week ago and froze it, so on Sunday I "only" had to roll it out, shape the danishes, let them rise, make the filling, fill them and bake them. But other than that, recently cooking has taken a back seat to working outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Friday off of work and between Friday morning and Sunday night we:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;planted the dormant plants we had purchased at Meadows Farms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had something like 4 tons of rock and rock dust delivered to our driveway for the walkway I designed for the back yard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;started the aforementioned walkway, which we have named the ZGW (Zen Garden Walkway)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stained the entire deck (two coats = &lt;i&gt;ugggghhhhhh&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;torture&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The entire time, I could only think about two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I'm wearing my crappy Working Outside Clothes while covered in dirt/paint/sweat all weekend while other people are enjoying the lovely weather doing lovely things like riding bikes along the lovely W &amp;amp; OD trail path or sipping refreshing drinks while sitting on lovely patios; and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This had all better be worth it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really - life is good. We are incredibly fortunate to be able to create this little bit o' back yard paradise and I'm really excited to see how it all turns out! It's a lot of hard work but it's rewarding when we see the progress we're making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the photos in the side bar to see what we've done so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S7ts9Q1IiZI/AAAAAAAAAww/6J1vXHm2mvE/s1600/danishes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-580808332202635634?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/580808332202635634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=580808332202635634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/580808332202635634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/580808332202635634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/04/breaking-ground-on-zgw.html' title='Breaking Ground on the ZGW'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S7ts6efz0LI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L1OZ9UmHYJk/s72-c/ravioli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-1735305176836896084</id><published>2010-03-25T21:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:13:51.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Dog!</title><content type='html'>Tater plowed through the Snickerdoodle Poodle Poos that I made him last week, so tonight I mixed up some Cheese, Please! cookies. Super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6wJrYWjjAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/fY5tRnGGH_E/s1600/IMG_4995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6wJrYWjjAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/fY5tRnGGH_E/s320/IMG_4995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'll be honest, they didn't all look so perfect.&lt;br&gt; (Somehow I'm guessing Tater won't notice.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-1735305176836896084?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1735305176836896084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=1735305176836896084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/1735305176836896084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/1735305176836896084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucky-dog.html' title='Lucky Dog!'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6wJrYWjjAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/fY5tRnGGH_E/s72-c/IMG_4995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-6530681489586633262</id><published>2010-03-24T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:51:34.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glutton for (Delicious) Punishment</title><content type='html'>A few months ago, there was a night when Eric was going out with the boys and I decided to spend my evening alone by ordering take out and watching a girlie movie. My take out choice ended up being a small pizza from a local Italian-Greek restaurant...and onion rings...and a piece of cheesecake. Go big or go home, right? (And by big, I apparently mean&lt;i&gt; fat&lt;/i&gt; in this instance!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up saving one piece of the pizza (couldn't finish the whole thing, of course - I mean, that would be shameful!) and saved the cheesecake for another evening. But the point of this (other than to tell you that sometimes when a girl has a craving, all common sense goes out the window) is to say that I was amazed at how much &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt; I had that evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was done eating my dinner by 6:30 pm. On an average night, we're finishing dinner around 8 pm! And then there are the dishes to deal with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while that may be exhausting, on most nights I'm happy to have chosen to spend my time in that way. We're eating healthier meals made of fresh whole foods, and not only does it taste great - but the pride in having created something tasty from scratch is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: I lost my mind on Friday night. After working 8 hours (and commuting 50 minutes each direction on the metro), then coming home and walking the dog for 45 minutes or so, I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;whipped some of my bread dough out of the freezer and baked it and then turned it into garlic bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made pasta from scratch for the first time (outside of the class I took at Sur La Table)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made my favorite cookies, you know the ones I'm talking about by now - the oatmeal chocolate chip walnut ones? Yeah, those. &lt;i&gt;Drooool!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6qv4jTXddI/AAAAAAAAAwI/wLsRIw-vG6U/s1600/IMG_4948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6qv4jTXddI/AAAAAAAAAwI/wLsRIw-vG6U/s320/IMG_4948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Needless to say, we didn't sit down to eat until 9 pm. Unthinkable to many, I know (like both my and Eric's parents!) but hey - go big or go home, right? It was a delicious meal, and while I might have been ready to pass out after the last dish was washed, I sure was proud of what I had made from raw ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6qwAdLEjGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/HKAw2XhGQQk/s1600/IMG_4950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6qwAdLEjGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/HKAw2XhGQQk/s320/IMG_4950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;The sauce we put on the pasta was homemade from our garden tomatoes back in September!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then tonight, I decided that I was going to make rolls for our buffalo burgers from scratch. As soon as I got home I made the dough, much to Tater's chagrin. ("We'll go for a walk in just a minute, Tater, I swear." Queue dog to freak out because I said the "w" word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between making those and sweet potato fries (which turned out pretty terribly - I still can't figure out the best way to bake those to get a good result) I was a bit stressed out in the kitchen again - maybe several of the rolls slid off the baking sheet into the oven at one point when I was moving them from one rack to another...maybe I uttered a few choices curses...but hey, I never claimed to be Martha Stewart. The end result (for the rolls anyway) was &lt;i&gt;yummmmy&lt;/i&gt;. A little dense for a burger roll, Eric said, but would be perfect with a stew. I'm pretty excited to turn the leftovers into sandwich rolls for my lunch this week, or croutons to go with the wild salad greens we have in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6qy1v3a-XI/AAAAAAAAAwY/EPAKM8XwZRs/s1600/IMG_4994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6qy1v3a-XI/AAAAAAAAAwY/EPAKM8XwZRs/s320/IMG_4994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;See the indents in a few of the rolls? That's from my snatching them out from the various crevices of the oven that they slid off of the parchment paper into. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had some landscaping done yesterday but that's a whole 'nother post - so I'll get to that later this week. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-6530681489586633262?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6530681489586633262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=6530681489586633262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/6530681489586633262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/6530681489586633262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/03/glutton-for-delicious-punishment.html' title='A Glutton for (Delicious) Punishment'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6qv4jTXddI/AAAAAAAAAwI/wLsRIw-vG6U/s72-c/IMG_4948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-795674225173785243</id><published>2010-03-18T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:31:05.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frau Farmer? Yeah, we'll see about that.</title><content type='html'>When I got home from work this evening, I saw that my veggie seeds had finally arrived! After walking the Tater Tot in the gorgeous 70 degree weather, he and I headed into the back yard and got right to work. (Well, me to work - him to eating dirt and random stuff he found on the deck, that little weirdo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the seed packets and separating them into piles of "plant now", "plant later" and "plant inside ASAP". The "plant now" ones, well...I planted them now! Brilliant, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planting veggie seeds in the garden could not be easier, especially because we use raised beds with nice dirt in them. I simply drag the mini shovel, as I like to call the trowel (I had to look that up - I honestly didn't know what the hell that thing was really called) in two rows, 24" apart, to create a little trench and then I sprinkle the seeds. Then you cover the seeds with dirt again and water them. Done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkling the seeds always makes me laugh. They all come with 50 to 200 seeds in each packet, and generally the instructions say to plant them between 3 and 12 inches apart. Do you realize how much land you could plant with one packet of seeds that costs $1.50? So with the space I have set aside for the broccoli, I only (technically) needed SIX seeds! But of course, I sprinkled more than that just in case one of the six seeds doesn't feel like coming up to greet the sun this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6LSjoIDjCI/AAAAAAAAAvg/U_vCT1weiKo/s1600-h/IMG_4945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6LSjoIDjCI/AAAAAAAAAvg/U_vCT1weiKo/s400/IMG_4945.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Third garden bed is to come once the pool construction is finished. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just crossing my fingers about everything I planted. The broccoli should've been started inside ages ag, and what I would've ideally planted outside today would've been little tiny broccoli plants - not seeds. And the onions - well, I've never grown those from seed either, so that's a total adventure. I also put 5 of my strawberry plants in the pot I bought for them last weekend...never done that before either. Stay tuned to see how this turns out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6LTIKsNzNI/AAAAAAAAAvo/psFe2qH8p3E/s1600-h/IMG_4947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6LTIKsNzNI/AAAAAAAAAvo/psFe2qH8p3E/s400/IMG_4947.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know - this looks completely pathetic right now!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully not for long, though!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-795674225173785243?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/795674225173785243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=795674225173785243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/795674225173785243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/795674225173785243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/03/frau-farmer-yeah-well-see-about-that.html' title='Frau Farmer? Yeah, we&apos;ll see about that.'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S6LSjoIDjCI/AAAAAAAAAvg/U_vCT1weiKo/s72-c/IMG_4945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-740981126854877865</id><published>2010-03-14T16:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:07:17.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally an Update (Thanks to a Lazy Sunday)</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been more than a month since I last wrote something.There were many times where I planned to post something to this blog, but then I was too tired or didn't have time to upload the photos to my computer or *cough cough*&lt;i&gt; AmericanIdolwason. &lt;/i&gt;What was that? Huh? Anyway...Here's what's been happenin'.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come to me, veggies!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a super cool and thoughtful birthday gift from a friend, this week we received our first delivery of locally sourced veggies (and more!) from a local company called Arganica. A description from their web site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Arganica is Washington DC's premier local-source food&amp;nbsp;club providing year-round delivery direct to your doorstep once a week. ... Arganica's goal is to provide a healthy, locally-sourced variety of great foods from the best small-scale and artisan producers we can find, at competitive prices, while creating a better market—and thus income—for the producers involved. We put our efforts into supporting the local economy, family farms, and small batch kitchens by seeking them out and bringing their products directly to you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Does that sound like it's right up my alley or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wait,&lt;/i&gt; you may be thinking. &lt;i&gt;Isn't that called a CSA? &lt;/i&gt;(Or maybe you weren't thinking that because you have no clue what the hell a CSA is. CSA = Community Supported Agriculture. By joining a CSA you sign up to receive a share of a farm's goods each week or each month. &lt;a href="http://www.localharvest.org/csa/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to find out if there's one in your area.)&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Arganica is different from a CSA because they allow you to pick the items you want to have delivered to your doorstep. That way, you're not receiving a basket of mystery veggies - where there's inevitably some item that rots while you figure out what the heck to make with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I signed up for a free trial, which means that for one month I can buy items from Arganica without paying the membership fee that allows them to keep this business up and running. I was able to use the gift certificate from my awesome friend to pay for the products I decided to try out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S507CRiA0BI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/t2DC8GuoV40/s1600-h/IMG_4938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S507CRiA0BI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/t2DC8GuoV40/s320/IMG_4938.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2 lbs each of:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;    - red onions&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;    - yellow onions&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;    - red potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;    - white potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;    - sweet potatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 lb of white mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;1 dozen free range eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 bottles of seltzer water in antique bottles&lt;br /&gt;1 package of tofu&lt;br /&gt;1 pint of butter pecan ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S5066qJvxVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/FUoguWQrQFI/s1600-h/IMG_4935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S5066qJvxVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/FUoguWQrQFI/s320/IMG_4935.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The produce was gorgeous! The onions were the largest I've ever seen; the potatoes were firmer than the ones we got from our local farmer's market; the mushrooms were perfect and plentiful. The seltzer water has remained perfectly carbonated day after day; the butter pecan ice cream was a delicious dessert as we watched a movie on the couch Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good eatin' for Tater Tot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog has been eating as well as we have been for quite some time now. He used to constantly have an upset stomach and had lots of skin issues. After one particularly bad tummy problem, our vet told us to feed him bland food - boiled chicken and rice. We did and Tater &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt; it. So we decided to keep it up. He eased him back onto his dry kibble but switched it to a brand that has limited ingredients in attempt to avoid as many potential allergens as possible, and then we continued to sprinkle it with boiled chicken, ground turkey, peas and carrots, and/or green beans. The dog's digestive system is now 100% awesome and he drools while we portion out his meals. Not so great for the cleanliness of the kitchen floor, but I'm glad he's so pumped about his meals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took Tater's food choices to a new level: I made him treats from scratch. When we're talking to him, our word for treat is "cookie" and now it's actually an accurate description!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S509nZOavYI/AAAAAAAAAvY/NYSOT4yJ_qs/s1600-h/IMG_4939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S509nZOavYI/AAAAAAAAAvY/NYSOT4yJ_qs/s320/IMG_4939.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The recipe comes from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Organic-Dog-Biscuit-Cookbook-Kit/dp/1604330546"&gt;a book&lt;/a&gt; that I bought when I was waiting in the checkout line at HomeGoods (or Marshall's or T.J. Maxx - I can't remember). I bought brown rice and oat flour at Whole Foods recently for this purpose, and so working with those and what I had sitting around the house, I made him "Snickerdoodle Poodle Poos". He loooooves them! I personally think they're a bit bland. (What? The ingredients are the same as making human cookies minus the butter, sugar and salt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The garden starts to take shape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, we worked outside in the yard preparing it for spring. We got two of our three raised garden beds into the ground. (We have to wait to put the third one in until the pool construction is finished.) Now the only thing I'm waiting on is for my seeds to arrive in the mail! I ordered them over a month ago but the company that I ordered them from was without power for 10 days during the snow storms we had on the east coast, so their shipping schedule was delayed even further. *sigh* The second they show up, I'm going to have to get the broccoli and spinach seeds planted, and start the onion seeds inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also received the strawberry plants that I ordered through Amazon.com and would have planted them in their strawberry pot today if the dirt weren't totally soaked from the several days of rain that we've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for things to start growing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-740981126854877865?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/740981126854877865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=740981126854877865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/740981126854877865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/740981126854877865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-update-thanks-to-lazy-sunday.html' title='Finally an Update (Thanks to a Lazy Sunday)'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S507CRiA0BI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/t2DC8GuoV40/s72-c/IMG_4938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-4851119561574650694</id><published>2010-02-11T12:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:20:11.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoverkill: Snowed In, Day 6</title><content type='html'>It's now Thursday and due to another snow storm making its way through our area yesterday, I am still off of work! The baking continues, with a cranberry-nut bread now under my belt as well as my favorite German dumplings: Hefeklöße! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S3QtdbuDGWI/AAAAAAAAAu8/EG9v_e-__oM/s1600-h/IMG_4836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S3QtdbuDGWI/AAAAAAAAAu8/EG9v_e-__oM/s320/IMG_4836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Just pretend you don't see the chips on our crappy Target plates. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hefe" means yeast and "Klöße" are dumplings. Every time I would visit our relatives in Germany, I would ask my godmother to make these for me. Therefore, I would only get to eat them once a year - sometimes, once every &lt;i&gt;few&lt;/i&gt; years. But now that I am becoming much more confident in creating yeast doughs, I figured that it was finally time to give making Hefeklöße a shot...and I was successful! Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are most often served with sweet sauces - here the dumpling is shown with a strawberry sauce (frozen strawberries, heavy cream, sugar) and a vanilla sauce (a packet from the German store mixed with milk and sugar). But they can also be served in a savory fashion. For dinner, we each had one of the leftover dumplings with the last of the beef stew that Eric made this past weekend - yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Putting the 'Farmer' Back in Frau Farmer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a funny thing to do when there's three feet of snow on the ground, but on Tuesday I spent the bulk of my day researching websites to buy our vegetable and herb seeds from. I ended up purchasing it all from &lt;a href="http://www.heirloomseeds.com/main/index.html"&gt;Heirloom Seeds&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Item:1 - Qty:1, RED BURGUNDY ONION (Hamburger Onion)&lt;br /&gt;Item:2 - Qty:1, CALIFORNIA WONDER PEPPER&lt;br /&gt;Item:3 - Qty:1, CALABRESE BROCCOLI - CERTIFIED ORGANIC&lt;br /&gt;Item:4 - Qty:1, ROMA TOMATO - CERTIFIED ORGANIC &lt;br /&gt;Item:5 - Qty:1, MARKETMORE 76 CUCUMBER - CERTIFIED ORGANIC&lt;br /&gt;Item:6 - Qty:1, BASIL, SWEET - CERTIFIED ORGANIC&lt;br /&gt;Item:7 - Qty:1, DILL - CERTIFIED ORGANIC &lt;br /&gt;Item:8 - Qty:1, OREGANO, GREEK - CERTIFIED ORGANIC&lt;br /&gt;Item:9 - Qty:1, PARSLEY, ITALIAN - CERTIFIED ORGANIC&lt;br /&gt;Item:10 - Qty:1, THYME, ENGLISH - CERTIFIED ORGANIC&lt;br /&gt;Item:11 - Qty:1, CORIANDER / CILANTRO - CERTIFIED ORGANIC&lt;br /&gt;Item:12 - Qty:2, COTTAGE GARDEN MIX&amp;nbsp; (A wildflower mix that we're going to sprinkle all around the back yard - I can't wait to see how this turns out!)&lt;br /&gt;Item:13 - Qty:1, WINTER BLOOMSDALE SPINACH - CERTIFIED ORGANIC&lt;br /&gt;Item:14 - Qty:1, YELLOW SWEET SPANISH ONION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have WAY more seed than we have room for so we're going to share it with a friend of mine who is going to start her very first garden this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only other items we need are garlic (which won't be planted until late in the fall), strawberries (which I plan to grow in a pot on our deck), and sweet potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been wondering why it was hard to find sweet potatoes in online seed catalogs and then I found out that they're not grown from seed! We are going to &lt;a href="http://www.diynetwork.com/how-to/how-to-plant-and-grow-sweet-potatoes/index.html"&gt;grow our own sweet potato slips&lt;/a&gt; from organic sweet potatoes that we're going to buy from the farmers market or Whole Foods. This should be an interesting project...Stay tuned to find out how that goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-4851119561574650694?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4851119561574650694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=4851119561574650694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/4851119561574650694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/4851119561574650694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/snoverkill-snowed-in-day-6.html' title='Snoverkill: Snowed In, Day 6'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S3QtdbuDGWI/AAAAAAAAAu8/EG9v_e-__oM/s72-c/IMG_4836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-6358745301485588250</id><published>2010-02-08T12:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:13:31.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frau Farmer: Snowpocalypse Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S3BUNo0Zw4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/0HWE7fxA790/s1600-h/IMG_4786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S3BUNo0Zw4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/0HWE7fxA790/s400/IMG_4786.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This weekend we received close nearly three feet of snow here in the DC area. The storm was predicted to hit on Friday afternoon so on Thursday evening and Friday morning, DC area residents went into Full Freak Out Mode. Eric went to the grocery store at 8 a.m. on Friday and found that all the shopping carts were already being used. They were out of eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But those forecasts were right: the snow came...and kept on coming. According to the Capitol Hill Weather Gang and NOAA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.erh.noaa.gov/lwx/Historic_Events/snohist.htm"&gt;Snowmageddon will rank&lt;/a&gt; number 4 in recorded history for D.C.  The storm also brings D.C. to number 3 in &lt;a href="http://www.erh.noaa.gov/lwx/climate/dca/dcasnow.txt"&gt;the top winter totals on record&lt;/a&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So what's a girl to do when you're snowed in all weekend? &lt;i&gt;Bake, eat, and drink.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friday night, I defrosted pumpkin puree from our freezer (courtesy of last summer's garden) and baked a pumpkin bread. Then Eric's friends arrived (one stayed with us all weekend, while the other two live nearby) and we walked to the local Irish pub for dinner and some drinks. Back at home, we kept drinking (Bailey's with caramel!), went in the hot tub, and then I made cupcakes with, apparently, a bit of a buzz going - because this is what they looked like when I got done with them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S3BAUqJ1YrI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zvl58xaze_Y/s1600-h/IMG_4809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S3BAUqJ1YrI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zvl58xaze_Y/s320/IMG_4809.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just put the knife down...slowly. Now back away from the cupcakes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S3BBEMrKLGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/YJ7WSTjY0U4/s1600-h/IMG_4741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S3BBEMrKLGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/YJ7WSTjY0U4/s200/IMG_4741.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On Saturday, I decided to make some pita bread for the first time ever to pair with the hummus that our friend had brought over. The recipe was from my &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/100-Great-Breads-Paul-Hollywood/dp/0760758867/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1265651678&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;bread baking cookbook&lt;/a&gt; and it was super easy. I still can't believe they turned out so perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After taking a break to walk over to our nearby friends' house, I got back to work in the kitchen by baking rolls for our dinner, a boeuf Bourguignon that Eric was making. I found &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Unbelievable-Rolls/Detail.aspx"&gt;the recipe&lt;/a&gt; on Allrecipes.com, my favorite site for finding good, solid recipes. It was the first time I'd made a yeast dough by letting the yeast mixture sit in a "well" in the flour but it worked perfectly. If you've never made fresh yeast dough with active dry yeast from the grocery store, you should give it a try. It's not hard and it smells &lt;i&gt;amazing. &lt;/i&gt;(Just make sure you use a thermometer to make sure your milk isn't too warm or it will kill the yeast.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S3BINN56wBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/BMbCNcLVe1Q/s1600-h/IMG_4801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S3BINN56wBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/BMbCNcLVe1Q/s200/IMG_4801.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The dough felt really nice when I was kneading it and I resisted the urge to add more flour to make it a little less sticky. The end result were a bunch of rolls that were a bit brown on the bottom (I need better pans) but fluffy and great for sopping up the stew.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S3BJQJsPA6I/AAAAAAAAAus/B6L3AheYRzU/s1600-h/IMG_4807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S3BJQJsPA6I/AAAAAAAAAus/B6L3AheYRzU/s200/IMG_4807.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After sitting for a day, they became denser, but then I cut the remaining rolls in half and turned them into mini garlic breads to go with the pasta bar we had for dinner on Sunday night. (Choice of sauces: pesto/vodka sauce/tomato sauce - all homemade from our garden! Okay, the vodka wasn't from our garden, but it was from our local ABC store! Ha ha...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I finished off the "Snow-my-god!" weekend by baking my good old standy cookies, the oatmeal chocolate chip walnut ones, for the Super Bowl. I could care less about football so I baked them some time during the third quarter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the fun isn't over yet! Work was closed today! However, we are so stocked to the gills with leftovers now that I haven't cooked or baked a darn thing today. (Amazing, I know!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They're predicting another 5 inches (or more!) of snow to fall tomorrow night! So Eric is at the store right now getting us some more eggs and milk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey, if I'm stuck inside again on Wednesday, you can bet I'm going to be making more food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank goodness pool season is still a few months away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-6358745301485588250?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6358745301485588250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=6358745301485588250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/6358745301485588250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/6358745301485588250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/frau-farmer-snowpocalypse-edition.html' title='Frau Farmer: Snowpocalypse Edition'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S3BUNo0Zw4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/0HWE7fxA790/s72-c/IMG_4786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-4702843436976340232</id><published>2010-01-28T21:41:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:06:47.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying That "Old-Fashioned " Feeling</title><content type='html'>Lately, with rumors of turbulence afoot at Eric's place of employment, he and I have been commenting on how nice it would actually be if one of us was a stay-at-home spouse. Now, of course, that would only ever happen if by force - but we both think it would be kind of awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, alright - the less money thing would definitely suck. But not having our nights filled with chores because the house is already clean by the time the other person comes home from work? &lt;i&gt;Ohmygodthatwouldfreakinbeawesome.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's stop right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any of you who are already in this lovely type of relationship where one of you stays home while the other works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You likely have children, which means that the one who's at home is definitely still working.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're probably laughing your butts off at the idea that the house will always be clean by the time the person working away from the house comes home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;But a girl can have her crazy daydreams, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that both of us work 40 hours a week, I've still been feeling like a housewife from the 1950's a little bit lately - in a good way. After I come home and walk the dog, I put on my apron (oh goodness, I love my pretty little apron), turn on the Swing/Big Bands radio channel on Slacker.com, and start preparing dinner. And I love it! All of the fresh ingredients, the chopping (sidenote: I haven't cut myself in ages! Practice makes, uh...not bleeding!), the sizzling sounds, the smells... &lt;i&gt;Ahhhhh.&lt;/i&gt; Then Eric walks through the door and I greet him with a chipper, "Hello, Honey! How was your day?" Alright, maybe not always that last part, but you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the down side to this is that we usually end up eating dinner between 7:30 and 8 p.m. (because fresh, healthy meals don't make themselves, you know). But it's just so satisfying to sit down to a home cooked meal made with fresh - and these days, usually local - ingredients. Last night I made a good old standby recipe (courtesy of &lt;i&gt;Real Simple&lt;/i&gt;) of &lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/food-recipes/browse-all-recipes/gnocchi-sausage-spinach-10000001586871/index.html"&gt;sausage, spinach and gnocchi&lt;/a&gt; and this time the only ingredients that weren't from the farmers' market were the garlic and the Parmesan cheese. (Fresh - no powdered sawdust from a green can for us. Trust me - once you have fresh grated Parm, you will never go back.) It honestly tasted fresher than it ever did when I made it with ingredients from Giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating well doesn't have to take hours, though. We bought wild greens and an apple from the market, and when I added some walnuts, blue cheese and balsamic vinaigrette to those - voila! A super easy, super delicious, healthy lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong - I know I'm no Healthy-Local-Seasonal-Food Saint. I'll be the first person to tell you that I still make unwise food decisions. Last week in a moment of weakness (and frugality!) after a lunch hour workout (I seriously crave chocolate after I exercise), I walked through the Rite Aid that I pass on my way back to the office and convinced myself that the 14 oz. bag of peanut M&amp;amp;Ms would be a good idea. Certainly more bang for my (4) bucks than a smaller "single serving" bag! And maybe, just maybe, I even ate a few of said M&amp;amp;Ms earlier this week prior to 10 o'clock in the morning because I knew they just sitting up there in my desk cabinet, calling my name. (From now on, I think the wallet needs to stay locked up in my office when I go to the gym.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the 1950's housewife thing. Maybe that's not something I should aspire to be like. I found an article from &lt;i&gt;Good Housekeeping&lt;/i&gt;, printed on May 13, 1955 that is titled, "The good wife's guide". Here it is, for your reading pleasure - with comments by me in italics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S2I4kIapGRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/yumN6jvrvm8/s1600-h/HousekeepingMonthly1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S2I4kIapGRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/yumN6jvrvm8/s200/HousekeepingMonthly1.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S2I8f2GMjCI/AAAAAAAAAuM/NAQnOgr-WCw/s1600-h/HousekeepingMonthly2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S2I8f2GMjCI/AAAAAAAAAuM/NAQnOgr-WCw/s200/HousekeepingMonthly2.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a    delicious meal ready, on time for his return. This is a way of letting    him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about    his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a    good meal (especially his favourite dish) is part of the warm welcome    needed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Okay, not too bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed    when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be    fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.   &lt;span class="comment"&gt;Nothing wrong with caring about your appearance&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Indeed. But ribbon? Really? Guess I'm going to have to raid the gift-wrapping bag! I hope it looks pretty with fleece sweatpants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring    day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I have heard that some guys are into that... Eric?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the house just    before your husband arrives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I actually do this - I think every appreciates a tidy house, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper etc and then run a dustcloth    over the tables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;What's a dustcloth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a    fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven    of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering    for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I'm a little surprised that they are actually instructing a WOMAN to prepare and *gasp!* light a fire! Isn't this "man's work"? Well, fine then. But I'm doing this BEFORE I go get the freakin' ribbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children's    hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair and, if necessary,    change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see    them playing the part. Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival,    eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Try to encourage the    children to be quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;When I imagine this, I think I would be freaked out by the silence. I find the sound of the washer very soothing - it's working while I am free to do other stuff! Like wash those filthy children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Be happy to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;It's very telling that they felt they had to add this instruction.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Make sure you have dried your tears and put the Chardonnay bottle in the recycle bin, as well. (Remember: a tidy house is a happy house!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him,    but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first -    remember his topics of conversation are more important that yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Um, Honey?...Yes, of course, no, please - tell me about your day....Mmm hmmmm, right. Fascinating. What flavor cake did they have to celebrate Bob's retirement?...Sounds delicious. But, um, Honey?...Yeah. The house is sort of on fire. I'm sorry, I apologize - go on. You were saying? Cake, right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or    goes out to dinner, or other places of entertainment without you. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure and his very    real need to be at home and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Or out at the strip clubs, whatever. Go right ahead, Sweetheart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Your goal: Try to make sure your home is a place of peace, order    and tranquility where your husband can renew himself in body and    spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;After you're done building that fire, build a rock garden with a fountain, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Don't greet him with complaints and problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Right. Would you tell your boss your personal problems? Of course not. Just keep in all inside and grab another glass of wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Don't complain if he's late home for dinner or even if he stays    out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone    through that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; Like boinking his secretary? Yeah, sure. Stay out all night, Hon. You had a hard day, you might as well party all night. I'll just stay here with the fire and the clean children and the rock garden and cry myself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair    or have him lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for    him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Cool OR warm?!? How am I supposed to know? Am I allowed to ask him? AHHHH, the pressure is too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a    low, soothing and pleasant voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Is this your husband or a 6 month old baby we're talking about here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his    judgment or integrity. Remember he is the master of the house and as    such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You    have no right to question him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;WOW. Just...WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* A good wife always knows her place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Well, we sure do now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-4702843436976340232?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4702843436976340232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=4702843436976340232&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/4702843436976340232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/4702843436976340232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/01/enjoying-that-old-fashioned-feeling.html' title='Enjoying That &quot;Old-Fashioned &quot; Feeling'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S2I4kIapGRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/yumN6jvrvm8/s72-c/HousekeepingMonthly1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-3372550722463986013</id><published>2010-01-05T14:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:25:08.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More deliciousness...</title><content type='html'>So continue my tale of holiday cooking goodliness, let me tell you about the freshtastic veggies (and dead animals) that we picked up at the farmer's market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold! Seasonal, fresh Virginia produce! (Okay, Pennsylvania and West Virginia produce. But you try finding room for a farm in the DC metro area.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HPgW95VrI/AAAAAAAAAsM/IxkYKj4PH2Q/s1600/IMG_4522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HPgW95VrI/AAAAAAAAAsM/IxkYKj4PH2Q/s400/IMG_4522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;l to r: mustard greens, baby portabella mushrooms in the paper bag, Brussels sprouts,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt; cauliflower, potatoes, sweet potatoes, parsnips, white onion, and rainbow chard!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Not shown: grass-fed beef, leg of lamb, and buffalo sausages)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We picked these up on Saturday night but had plans with friends that evening, so we only got around to using some of it on Sunday evening. It was then that Eric made a beef stew that was out of this world. He used beef, onion and potatoes from the market, plus a bunch of (not bagged) carrots and some frozen peas from Trader Joe's and Whole Foods, respectively. Oh, and French wine from the Saint-Émilion region of Bordeaux. So not an entirely local meal, of course, but we're trying. It was pure heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HRWXmJe-I/AAAAAAAAAso/KpyGcKc1u6A/s1600/IMG_4525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HRWXmJe-I/AAAAAAAAAso/KpyGcKc1u6A/s400/IMG_4525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doesn't it look like something you might draw in art class? &lt;br&gt;Fresh food is so gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;See my new enameled cast iron pot in the back there? Thank you, Target! Me loves this pot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And thank you also to my mother, who provided us with this fantastic cookbook when she came down to visit for Thanksgiving. It is called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/New-Best-Recipe-All-New/dp/0936184744"&gt;The New Best Recipe&lt;/a&gt; and we have been using it for all sorts of things, including this beef stew. It's really useful in explaining how they came to their methods of cooking foods and it even has helpful illustrations. (I can't believe I had never thought before to cut "stiff" greens like kale down their stems with a knife! Duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is Eric's masterpiece:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0OPG2C69SI/AAAAAAAAAtk/GesE55rnFJE/s1600/IMG_4531.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0OPG2C69SI/AAAAAAAAAtk/GesE55rnFJE/s320/IMG_4531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus,&amp;nbsp; I decided to go nuts and bake rolls from scratch! After my minor success with the focaccia, I was pumped up enough to try some more yeasty treats. Again, they burned - this time only on the bottoms (I'm going to blame the crappy oven, not myself...yeah...) but I actually did create edible little rolls! Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HRW2RJaZI/AAAAAAAAAss/kfqOGBPPm2c/s1600/IMG_4530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HRW2RJaZI/AAAAAAAAAss/kfqOGBPPm2c/s320/IMG_4530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what I'll try next! (Now to just not burn it...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-3372550722463986013?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3372550722463986013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=3372550722463986013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/3372550722463986013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/3372550722463986013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-deliciousness.html' title='More deliciousness...'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HPgW95VrI/AAAAAAAAAsM/IxkYKj4PH2Q/s72-c/IMG_4522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-4763831124155070059</id><published>2010-01-04T13:14:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:21:49.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alles Gute im Neuen Jahr!</title><content type='html'>That's "Happy New Year" for all of you non-Germans out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great two weeks. With the snow storm on the 21st, my self-imposed day off on the 22nd, then our trip to North Carolina for Christmas followed by me being sick (boooo!) and then New Year's, there has been minimal work occurring and lots of relaxation - just how I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HPgAv2HnI/AAAAAAAAAsI/fze6I3pKpOg/s1600/IMG_4506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HPgAv2HnI/AAAAAAAAAsI/fze6I3pKpOg/s320/IMG_4506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There has also been a lot of cooking, naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been putting off making bread because the recipes in the book I had purchased off of their discount rack at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble  (the first book I've purchased in AGES thanks to our town's awesome library) always seemed to call for white &lt;i&gt;bread&lt;/i&gt; flour, which is different from all-purpose. (If you care to know what the difference is, &lt;a href="http://www.ochef.com/97.htm"&gt;read here&lt;/a&gt;.) So in the spirit of utilizing the local town's independent businesses, I called up the local natural foods store that I've been meaning to visit but never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 5 pm on New Year's Eve and I asked the woman who answered how late she planned to be open. She replied that she was just trying to figure out that out; they'd been slow all day. I asked if she had the bread flour and she checked. She did. I told her that if she could wait 5 minutes, I'd be there to buy it from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw on some shoes and drove right over. The owner had a customer at that point, but had left my flour on the counter. Once she was free to chat with me, she informed me that they don't usually sell that flour to the public but they use it in all of the baked goods that they sell. As I gazed around the store to see what else they sold, she brought me a ginger cookie that they'd made with this flour and said it was on the house. They'd been slow that day and it would go bad otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my walk around the small store and ended up picking out a few other items to keep my new organic bread flour company: some fantastic organic pumpkin hand cream that smells so good that it makes me want to start licking my own hands, plus a dozen white eggs from an Amish farm up in Pennsylvania that set me back a whopping $1.89. After chatting with the owner for a few minutes about natural foods and how 2010 is looking like a good year for real food to return to the American diet, I practically skipped out of there. Why can't every shopping experience be so fulfilling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Day, I made crêpes - although (I'm ashamed to say) from a box. When I'd seen the mix in the German store, it was just after having had one of the &lt;a href="http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/finding-peace-in-nature-when-cox.html"&gt;AMAZING crêpes from our farmer's market&lt;/a&gt; and I guess it had impaired my brain. (Damn Nutella!) So I paid close to $4 for the mix, only to realize when I pulled it out of the cupboard on Friday morning to see that it only contained flour, salt and...sugar? I can't remember. But let's just say that it was something ridiculously basic and I felt like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I proceeded to add egg and water to the mix and &lt;i&gt;voil&lt;i&gt;à&lt;/i&gt;!...&lt;/i&gt;a too-thick crêpe that more closely resembled a pancake than the thin slices of heaven that are served at the market. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try #2 was a bit more successful but still not quite right. I think I need one of those fancy little crêpe batter spreaders that the girl at the market uses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spread some sugar-free blackberry "jam" (which I put in quotation marks because there was not one chunk of fruit in this "jam" so I'm pretty sure that it should've been called "jelly") on the crêpes and sprinkled them with powdered sugar. Not perfect...but pretty tasty. I still have one more packet of crêpe mix to use up so we'll see if those turn out better. From then on, though, I'm making it from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HPgvj5rxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/WDz65SbsztY/s1600/IMG_4510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HPgvj5rxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/WDz65SbsztY/s200/IMG_4510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HPgwEuBpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/HSvF1aE_bmw/s1600/IMG_4513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HPgwEuBpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/HSvF1aE_bmw/s200/IMG_4513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To redeem myself, that afternoon I took my first shot at making bread from scratch. With my &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/100-Great-Breads-Paul-Hollywood/dp/1844031438"&gt;100 Great Bread recipe book&lt;/a&gt; in one hand and my new bread flour in the other, I set out to make Potato Focaccia Pugliese. I ended up over-baking it because I got distracted while it was baking and let it bake the entire 30 minutes, but despite the fact that we had to use a saw to cut through it, it was pretty good! I mean, at least it resembled bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HPhBbVzCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/0V5BqQGbXmE/s1600/IMG_4521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HPhBbVzCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/0V5BqQGbXmE/s200/IMG_4521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A big thanks to our neighbor for letting us cut a branch off of her rosemary bush any time we need one. Couldn't be any fresher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is getting a bit long. I'll write more soon about all of the beautiful vegetables we picked up at the farmer's market on Saturday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-4763831124155070059?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4763831124155070059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=4763831124155070059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/4763831124155070059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/4763831124155070059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2010/01/alles-gute-im-neuen-jahr.html' title='Alles Gute im Neuen Jahr!'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/S0HPgAv2HnI/AAAAAAAAAsI/fze6I3pKpOg/s72-c/IMG_4506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-4675404250671554759</id><published>2009-12-20T13:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:34:27.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!!!</title><content type='html'>The problem with saying "I'll post ___ tomorrow!" is that when you don't end up posting it until like 6 weeks later, you feel like a giant dummy. So that's the last time I'll make a promise like that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the pool with concrete decking in place...finally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5kkiULFGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/s3CsjOxRaaQ/s1600-h/IMG_4264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5kkiULFGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/s3CsjOxRaaQ/s400/IMG_4264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I put the lounge chair out for scale. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5k-j_TD6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/KsHJwWqRM8o/s1600-h/IMG_4267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5k-j_TD6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/KsHJwWqRM8o/s400/IMG_4267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Here you can see the decking in the deep end. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since then, it has snowed twice! That's practically unheard of for this area. The first snow was on December 9 and we enjoyed it by sitting in our hot tub while the snow fell, drinking mimosas! It was heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5lrRmODLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7A1kQP0cT4k/s1600-h/IMG_4325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5lrRmODLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7A1kQP0cT4k/s400/IMG_4325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Brrrrrr!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We were very excited with this amount of snow - but now it seems laughable after the storm we had this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5mKR541FI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YA4R_GYady0/s1600-h/IMG_4453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5mKR541FI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YA4R_GYady0/s400/IMG_4453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;We got about 2 feet of snow between Friday night and this morning (Sunday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went in the hot tub again and then Eric even got into the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5mn9cbMNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/wRwaJ1CYlq8/s1600-h/IMG_4456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5mn9cbMNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/wRwaJ1CYlq8/s400/IMG_4456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;May I repeat: Brrrrrrrrrr!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, in the past 6 weeks since I last posted, I also did a wee bit o&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;' cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5nLNlR_bI/AAAAAAAAAQs/KrIRIcxIo5s/s1600-h/IMG_4337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5nLNlR_bI/AAAAAAAAAQs/KrIRIcxIo5s/s400/IMG_4337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is a Pumpkin Cranberry Spice Cake, recipe courtesy of the Washington Post Express newspaper. It was pretty delicious, but I shouldn't have made it without having a larger audience for it. I think Eric and I were both totally sick of it by the time we finished it off a week later. (Not to mention, leftovers shouldn't sit around that long, should they??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also made my first pork tenderloin - the recipe (big surprise) was from Real Simple. It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/food-recipes/browse-all-recipes/fennel-crusted-pork-loin-roasted-potatoes-pears-10000001664777/" target="_blank"&gt;Fennel-Crusted Pork Loin With Roasted Potatoes and Pears&lt;/a&gt;. The pork turned out to be quite flavorless and dry though - I think because the pork was two pieces and I used fennel powder instead of crushing whole fennel seeds. The pears were absolutely fantastic, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5o7b-GNRI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8oAQx0sFMLM/s1600-h/IMG_4341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5o7b-GNRI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8oAQx0sFMLM/s400/IMG_4341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eric made homemade stuffing to go with it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And such have been the adventures at our house for the last few weeks...(Boy, this blog is boring!) The pool only needs to be finished off with plaster now, but we're waiting until the spring for that. We were supposed to have a landscape design consultant come over yesterday but she couldn't because of the snow. So until we have any news on that front, I guess I'll only be posting cooking photos for the next couple months! Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-4675404250671554759?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4675404250671554759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=4675404250671554759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/4675404250671554759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/4675404250671554759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow.html' title='SNOW!!!'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sy5kkiULFGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/s3CsjOxRaaQ/s72-c/IMG_4264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-5146897194781807193</id><published>2009-11-09T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:02:51.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>This morning Eric was not-so-delightfully surprised to come home from walking the dogs (yes, plural - we're dogsitting for my mom's dog!) to find construction vehicles parked in front of our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had told the pool guy (PG) to have the concrete decking guy call us before doing any construction so that we could make sure to be home to supervise...However, PG failed to give the concrete guy our phone number and then left town on vacation. So the concrete guy and his crew showed up this morning and were planning on just constructing the concrete decking based on the plan that PG had given him. &lt;i&gt;The plan that PG drew up as a sample for us and had &lt;b&gt;never updated&lt;/b&gt; after we said "change this, this, and this".&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the concrete guys would've shown up just one hour later, we would've come home today to a pool with completely wrong concrete decking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of the progress they've made so far. I can hardly believe that by the time I get home from work today, it's going to be finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvhYKQTGHYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FWmhKc7Rs00/s1600-h/concrete2+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvhYKQTGHYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FWmhKc7Rs00/s400/concrete2+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Here's an outline of the decking around the deep end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvhYNqG5iCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2j8VCVDh9V4/s1600-h/concrete3+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvhYNqG5iCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2j8VCVDh9V4/s400/concrete3+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;There will be a step up from the walkway that leads into the back of the house. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvhYQpnualI/AAAAAAAAAPk/f0MehE_j-HE/s1600-h/concrete4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvhYQpnualI/AAAAAAAAAPk/f0MehE_j-HE/s400/concrete4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The area where the guy is walking with the wheelbarrow is going to be the sitting area.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting pictures tomorrow of the finished product! (Well, finished decking.) After this, we'll just be waiting for the spring when they'll spray the plaster finish and fill this bad boy up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-5146897194781807193?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5146897194781807193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=5146897194781807193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/5146897194781807193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/5146897194781807193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvhYKQTGHYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FWmhKc7Rs00/s72-c/concrete2+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-9030532901930461548</id><published>2009-11-05T12:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:43:42.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress...</title><content type='html'>...on two fronts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the pool and my mad baking skillz have progressed this week! Can I get a "woop woop"?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am such a dork.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but seriously - look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvMINRKdLZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZY8YchWcFpY/s1600-h/pool1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvMINRKdLZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZY8YchWcFpY/s320/pool1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ooh, doesn't that just make you want to go grab your bikini?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvMISoUGlLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/cvqncupkd9I/s1600-h/pool2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvMISoUGlLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/cvqncupkd9I/s320/pool2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Decorative tiles in the loveseat;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the spaces in between will be filled in with plaster in the spring.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvMJB6D7HPI/AAAAAAAAAPE/x23vx0yHogE/s1600-h/pool3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvMJB6D7HPI/AAAAAAAAAPE/x23vx0yHogE/s320/pool3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Decorative tiles on the stairs, too...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looks a bit strange now but should be pretty once there's plaster (and water) in the pool!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This all happened on Saturday...at 7:30 in the morning. We weren't thrilled about being woken up that early (Tater, I hope you're reading this and taking notes) but we were really glad to finally be home when some of this work was taking place! The guys worked very quickly and did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now we are waiting on the inspector to come and look at the trenches that were dug out for the pipes. (Next step after that? Concrete decking! We're almost there!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Sunday I celebrated All Saints Day and my late grandfather's birthday by baking a Sugared Pecan Topped Pumpkin Pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvMK731eTBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/CHrRv8s6iFQ/s1600-h/pecan-pumpkin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvMK731eTBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/CHrRv8s6iFQ/s400/pecan-pumpkin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You want a piece of me? Well, do ya punk?" Why, yes. Yes, I do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;GET IN MY BELLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was my first successful pumpkin pie ever - and it was using fresh pumpkin puree from our garden. I was so darn proud of myself! The recipe came from a Washington Post pie making contest...Hmmm, wonder if I could still find the receipe online...Oh man, gotta love the internet. &lt;a href="http://projects.washingtonpost.com/recipes/2008/11/27/candied-pecan-topped-pumpkin-pie/" target="_blank" &gt;Here you go.&lt;/a&gt; Trust me, you'll thank me later. (You're welcome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also used the pumpkin puree to make another Real Simple recipe - &lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/food-recipes/browse-all-recipes/pumpkin-leek-soup-10000001664015/" target="_blank"&gt;Pumpkin Leek Soup&lt;/a&gt;. I'd already processed all of our pumpkins and OF COURSE Giant didn't have any non-canned pumpkins left in the store (&lt;i&gt;um, duh - it's the day after Halloween - why else would you need a pumpkin?&lt;/i&gt;) so I used butternut squash for the solid gourd portion of this recipe. It turned out well - in fact, I just had some for lunch. For the second day in a row. And I have two more servings at home.&amp;nbsp; (Can I mail anyone some soup?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shortly, I'm going to go wash the soup down with some Cold Stone Creamery ice cream (for the first time ever!) to celebrate my very recent promotion at work with a few co-workers. As much as work may stress me out, life really is good, isn't it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-9030532901930461548?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/9030532901930461548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=9030532901930461548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/9030532901930461548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/9030532901930461548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/progress.html' title='Progress...'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SvMINRKdLZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZY8YchWcFpY/s72-c/pool1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-5851631384636904762</id><published>2009-10-27T21:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:36:30.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Has Arrived</title><content type='html'>It seems funny to just be acknowledging that autumn has arrived when I've already stood in the middle of snow flurries &lt;i&gt;weeks ago&lt;/i&gt; during our trip to the Adirondacks! But now we're back in Virginia and it's only now that the trees are hitting their peak color. Fall really is my favorite time of year. (Although with a pool entering our lives, perhaps that will change?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been extremely busy lately, hence the lack of posts. But now that things are finally calming down, I&amp;nbsp;wanted to take&amp;nbsp;a moment to share my experiences and photos from the last few weeks. So let's pop open the memory card on the camera and see...what the heck did I do this month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right! I took a cooking class! Two cooking classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SueU6myjbdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Xscba6ihY4g/s1600-h/382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SueU6myjbdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Xscba6ihY4g/s320/382.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After a bread baking class in the morning, I took a pasta making class in the evening! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a long day but really enjoyable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The next day, I spent the whole afternoon processing pumpkins from our garden. I cut each pumpkin in half, scooped out the seeds and stringy stuff, placed foil over the cut side and then placed them on baking sheets, cut side up. After about an hour in the oven, they were soft and I simply scooped the pulp out of each one. That went into our food processor and then voila! Fresh pumpkin puree. Okay, a bit more work than just opening a can - and I can't compare the taste because I've never used canned pumpkin puree before - but honestly, it wasn't hard. If I hadn't been baking pumpkin cream sandwich cookies (and pumpkin bread...and toasted pumpkin seeds) at the same time, there would've been a lot of down time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SuecALJPg3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/e9o3swt3rKA/s1600-h/402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SuecALJPg3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/e9o3swt3rKA/s200/402.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SuecS5G2cjI/AAAAAAAAAOU/K-k_RAaO-vw/s1600/411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SuecS5G2cjI/AAAAAAAAAOU/K-k_RAaO-vw/s200/411.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SuecL7Y_4dI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NSFNqMGVWsk/s1600-h/403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SuecL7Y_4dI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NSFNqMGVWsk/s200/403.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SuecXuPpulI/AAAAAAAAAOc/a-Wwa90WFjY/s1600-h/412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SuecXuPpulI/AAAAAAAAAOc/a-Wwa90WFjY/s200/412.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Suecjka1f_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/jSPj9iCodJc/s1600-h/427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Suecjka1f_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/jSPj9iCodJc/s200/427.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yum, yum. Thank you, Real Simple!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/food-recipes/browse-all-recipes/pumpkin-cream-sandwiches-10000001681005/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for recipe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow, that feels like ages ago...But incredibly, hardly any progress has been made on the pool construction since then! (I'm going to wait until the pool is fully constructed to comment on that one.) When the plastic sheeting was taken off the pool, we got to see what was underneath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SueheJ_itmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ABH9ak_aMmE/s1600-h/373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SueheJ_itmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ABH9ak_aMmE/s320/373.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The stairs are closest to the house and in the bottom right corner of the photo is the loveseat in the deep end (7 feet)! So exciting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week we did discuss with the pool company that we are going to wait until the spring to have the finish sprayed on the pool because the warranty won't start until then. Not like we'd be going in it at this time of year anyway - no rush! (But just because we're in no rush doesn't mean we don't want to know what the hell is taking so long, &lt;i&gt;pool company!&lt;/i&gt; Poor communication. All I'm sayin'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eric is completely done with the fence, aside from the one section he has to leave open for pool construction equipment to get through! I don't have a great photo of that handy though, so I'll post one later. Hopefully it won't take me another three weeks to get to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-5851631384636904762?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5851631384636904762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=5851631384636904762&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/5851631384636904762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/5851631384636904762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/autumn-has-arrived.html' title='Autumn Has Arrived'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SueU6myjbdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Xscba6ihY4g/s72-c/382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-5275612276325307657</id><published>2009-10-05T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:39:00.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Case of Mistaken Identity</title><content type='html'>Eric and I have been tipped off in several ways (I'll spare you the gross details) that we have an unwelcome visitor in our house. It (whatever "it" is - mouse? rat? squirrel?) was there before we went on our vacation but I had hoped that after a week of no possibility for finding food scraps anywhere around the house, perhaps it would just go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wake up at 1:30 a.m. this morning and get up to go to the bathroom. I notice that the kitchen light is on, so I walk over to turn it off. And then I see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eric!" I yell. No answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder this time. "ERIC!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? What is it? Are you okay?!" he yells as he bounds out of bed and out into the hallway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I see the creature!" I say, frozen in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?" he asks as he walks toward me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't tell - I don't have my glasses on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shows up next to me and declares, "That's TATER'S BUNNY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second I am confused. Our rodent is actually a bunny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a stuffed animal sitting on the dog bed in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; . . .HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately after that incident I couldn't get back to sleep until 4:30 a.m, creeped out that a &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; large furry animal was very likely scurring around our house somewhere. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*shudder*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're going to have to call an exterminator before I am forced to check into a mental hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-5275612276325307657?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5275612276325307657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=5275612276325307657&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/5275612276325307657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/5275612276325307657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/case-of-mistaken-identity.html' title='A Case of Mistaken Identity'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-6191524168242481862</id><published>2009-09-30T11:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:27:47.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fun Has Begun!</title><content type='html'>For the past four weeks, we had been waiting on our city to get back to the pool company, Sunrise,&amp;nbsp;with the permit for our pool. Last Thursday, Eric went down to the city's offices to see if there was anything they were waiting on from us (a nice way for us to say, "What the heck is taking you people so long?!?") - and depsite the fact that their answer was that it was "in Engineering", magically, that afternoon, Sunrise called to tell us that the permits had been approved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish we'd gone by to check up on the permit earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're certainly in no rush to get&amp;nbsp;the pool&amp;nbsp;constructed because, in case you haven't noticed, it's no longer summer. (Damn.) But this was pretty much the worst timing possible. Why? Because we were heading off to New York for&amp;nbsp;a weeklong vacation&amp;nbsp;up in the Adirondack mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully we have good friends who live close by and one of them has been kind enough to swing by our house daily to take photos of the pool construction (thanks, Jim!) and so now, I present you with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OUR BACKYARD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Minus grass! Plus tractor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SsNv5Yo1grI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TC4E9X9Aofc/s1600-h/tractor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SsNv5Yo1grI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TC4E9X9Aofc/s200/tractor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SsNv_m5hRcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kFpuEs6oY3A/s1600-h/framed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SsNv_m5hRcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kFpuEs6oY3A/s200/framed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SsNwEeHQG7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/JdOVmwd1I4k/s1600-h/deep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SsNwEeHQG7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/JdOVmwd1I4k/s200/deep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SsN6cAyYQqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/t9wi1IhhqhE/s1600-h/shed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SsN6cAyYQqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/t9wi1IhhqhE/s200/shed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We're sad not to be there in person to see this mayhem, but our trip couldn't be postponed...And so in the meanwhile, we're relaxing - reading, napping, kayaking, playing cards and Scrabble, cooking (so far Eric made Boeuf Bourguignon - inspired after I made him watch Julie and Julia - and I made a pasta bake; tonight we're grilling filet mignon with roasted red potatoes with rosemary and garlicky spinach), and hiking&amp;nbsp;to see views like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SsN0zc3LxVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZJU_Ajr7YaA/s1600-h/tater.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SsN0zc3LxVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZJU_Ajr7YaA/s400/tater.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Just don't expect 5 hour walks every day, Tater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-6191524168242481862?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6191524168242481862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=6191524168242481862&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/6191524168242481862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/6191524168242481862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-has-begun.html' title='The Fun Has Begun!'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SsNv5Yo1grI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TC4E9X9Aofc/s72-c/tractor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-3617091985041680458</id><published>2009-09-24T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:07:41.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The highlight of our weekend: Dealing with Cox</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this has nothing to do with the garden or the pool or cooking, but it does have something to do with our attempts at spending out time more enjoyably, so let me tell you about our fun experience with Cox this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that we were going to cancel cable. Eric drove to work at the end of last week (versus taking the bus as he usually does) and stopped by Cox to take care of it. He came home that night and delivered the news: we were officially Cable-less. Good riddance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we weren't! The channels still came in - some fuzzy, some perfectly clear! Okay, yes, this defeats the goal we were trying to accomplish (spend our evenings more thoughtfully! learn German! read! whatever!) but hey, if we're paying like $75 less and still getting basically the same service? Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the next day when Eric was working from home,&amp;nbsp; both the internet service AND the TV signal went completely out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called Cox. He was told "Your modem is too old!" to which he replied, "And that caused my TV service to go away?" He then spoke to someone else a bit more competent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out they had completely canceled our service. Not downgraded - CANCELED. &lt;i&gt;Brilliant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they immediately sent someone out to our house to hook it back up manually. This person worked their magic outside without ever knocking on our door or anything. When we saw him drive away, we checked the TV and indeed, service had been restored. (Minus cable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon opening our web browsers, the Cox splash screen wouldn't allow us to get onto the internet! And then up came a window explaining why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our modem was too old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, so the modem worked this morning...but after you incorrectly canceled our service and then had to reconnect it, now it's no longer sufficient?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called the company again, but of course no one at Cox could assist us at this point. After being transfered to one too many unhelpful customer service reps, Eric was fuming and I swear he would've marched straight out to Cox to give someone a piece of his mind if it wasn't all the way out in Herndon and a Friday night. He printed out the list from their website of acceptable modems and the next day, went to the store and bought one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we connect the modem. It didn't work right away. I call Cox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am told that this particular modem is also "old" and while they will &lt;i&gt;support&lt;/i&gt; it if you have problems, it is not one of their &lt;i&gt;preferred&lt;/i&gt; modems and therefore the speed of our internet may be slower than if we had a &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt; modem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you %^&amp;amp;*ing kidding me?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading off the serial numbers on the back of the new modem, we were finally connected - but by this time, a giant welt had formed on my forehead from banging my head on the desk. (Okay, not really - but this could be true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grrr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-3617091985041680458?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3617091985041680458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=3617091985041680458&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/3617091985041680458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/3617091985041680458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/highlight-of-our-weekend-dealing-with.html' title='The highlight of our weekend: Dealing with Cox'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-1411305219091604996</id><published>2009-09-21T13:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:41:13.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Peace in Nature When Cox Customer Service Makes You Want to Strangle Someone</title><content type='html'>I had a really nice weekend. (I would say "we", but Eric spent much of the weekend working on the fence construction, so I'm not sure he would so enthusiastically make such a claim.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sreo7-tBqZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5x6jUGjF3b0/s1600-h/stuffed-peppers.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sreo7-tBqZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5x6jUGjF3b0/s200/stuffed-peppers.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday, we started our weekend off on a &lt;i&gt;delicious&lt;/i&gt; foot (wait, maybe that's not the best way to phrase that) by making stuffed peppers with three of the 60 peppers we pulled out the garden the previous weekend. We used &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Stuffed-Green-Peppers-I/Detail.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;this recipe&lt;/a&gt;, but substituted quinoa for the rice (because that's what we had on hand), used tomatoes from our garden, and didn't add any tomato paste. It didn't matter - they were delicious! Great job, Eric!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Srep6acNiSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/j0TEYDBp5ow/s1600-h/hot-tub.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Srep6acNiSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/j0TEYDBp5ow/s200/hot-tub.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Early Saturday morning the air was crisp and cool and the sun was shining so I decided to start the day by taking a dip in our hot tub! Daytime dipping, for me, is even more enjoyable than soaking in it at night...It was blissful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to make several stops around town on my bike that morning, but found it in the shed with two flat tires. This was especially upsetting given that I paid somewhere around $100 to have it tuned up (and more) earlier this year. I brought it up to the gas station and only then did I notice that one of the air valves was jammed into the wheel itself. I kicked and pulled at the tire to try to get it out (giving the guys standing outside the station something to stare at, I'm sure) but it wouldn't pop out. &lt;i&gt;Fantastic. &lt;/i&gt;With the back tire inflated, I was able to ride home (all down hill) but then ended up taking out my car to run my errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Falls Church farmer's market was crowded, as always. I placed my order for a crepe but instead of standing idly by to wait for it, I walked over to &lt;a href="http://www.toigoorchards.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Toigo Orchards&lt;/a&gt;' stand and bought peaches that would be used later that day to make jam! (Who knew that you could reach 3 lbs. of peaches with only 5 pieces of fruit?! Wow, those were some huge peaches.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SreuYItWuAI/AAAAAAAAALE/bkd4-ePetY4/s1600-h/crepe-stand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SreuYItWuAI/AAAAAAAAALE/bkd4-ePetY4/s400/crepe-stand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peach with granola - excellent, but not as good as the banana/coconut/Nutella crepe!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some more photos from the market:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Srev2vOK18I/AAAAAAAAALM/UXddZ_Gkwos/s1600-h/market.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Srev2vOK18I/AAAAAAAAALM/UXddZ_Gkwos/s400/market.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I tried to erase the apostrophe in "Cheddar's" for them&lt;br /&gt;but it seemed to be written in permanent marker. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home with the preserving jars that I purchased at our local hardware store, I was able to make my first batch of jam! It took me a full three hours, but I blame much of that on it being my first attempt. Hopefully (dear sweet Jebus, HOPEFULLY) in the future things will go a bit (okay, &lt;i&gt;A LOT&lt;/i&gt;) faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SrexUEfxvzI/AAAAAAAAALU/J3yH6LmIhKs/s1600-h/jam-ingredients.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SrexUEfxvzI/AAAAAAAAALU/J3yH6LmIhKs/s200/jam-ingredients.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are all of the ingredients. Yes, that's two pounds of sugar. TWO POUNDS. (0.9 kg!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step was to make some pectin because peaches are a low-pectin fruit. Yes, you can buy packets of pectin at the store, but I wanted to follow the instructions that we got in class last weekend - and I'm a fan of doing things as naturally as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SrezF3xjQ3I/AAAAAAAAALc/1MDPFqTVcss/s1600-h/pectin-mixture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SrezF3xjQ3I/AAAAAAAAALc/1MDPFqTVcss/s200/pectin-mixture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pectin can be made naturally by chopping up apples (3) and a lemon (seeds and all), adding 1 cup of water, and then cooking it down. After you strain it, the resulting liquid (about 1 cup) is for 3 pounds of peaches. You add it to the diced up peaches and the cook that mixture for about 15 minutes (although I cooked it longer because I wasn't sure if it was ready for the next step).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you add the sugar (have I mentioned: TWO POUNDS?!?), along with 1 tsp of salt and 2 tsp of freshly grated ginger. Cook it until it reaches the "gel point" - which there are many ways of testing. If your mixture doesn't have enough pectin in it, it won't properly gel, but that's okay - a loose fruit mixture can still be used as jam and works fabulously drizzled over ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sre0DSvu6zI/AAAAAAAAALk/FMCYO9ld-ks/s1600-h/peaches-cooked.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sre0DSvu6zI/AAAAAAAAALk/FMCYO9ld-ks/s200/peaches-cooked.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;lt;-- &lt;i&gt;Cooking peaches, sugar, salt and ginger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mixture did gel, and although perhaps not as firmly as store-bought jams, I have to say: it tastes really damn good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra bonus: I made just enough for the jars that I had "sterilized"! (I say "sterilized" because they're not actually &lt;i&gt;sterile&lt;/i&gt; - they just as clean as is desired for preserving food. As my instructor at Hill's Kitchen said: we're not doing open heart surgery here, people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sre0-1wS78I/AAAAAAAAALs/Kga5LmnmbLc/s1600-h/final-product.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sre0-1wS78I/AAAAAAAAALs/Kga5LmnmbLc/s400/final-product.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know you want some.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sre4HdymSnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Y1R07pBDUnM/s1600-h/tater-swimming.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sre4HdymSnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Y1R07pBDUnM/s200/tater-swimming.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once I was done, it was time for Tater's walk which I knew he would never forgive me for if I jipped him (walks - and dinner - are the best parts of his days!), so off we went. We spent a few minutes at the dog park and then walked down the path along Four Mile Run. Tater went into the water for a moment and I was able to catch the moment with the camera that I'd brought along. Such a handsome pup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was just Saturday - &lt;i&gt;whew!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I enjoyed my morning by sitting on the deck, eating English muffins with peach-ginger jam, sipping tea and reading the paper. Then I went into the yard and took down the tomato plant bed. Now the only surviving piece of the garden is our pumpkin patch with three gourds that are almost ready to come inside and become baked goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished up the weekend the way we started it: with a dip in the hot tub and followed by cooking up some pepper slices (to top the free pizza we got from Flippin' Pizza). Fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(More on why we hate Cox tomorrow.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-1411305219091604996?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1411305219091604996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=1411305219091604996&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/1411305219091604996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/1411305219091604996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/finding-peace-in-nature-when-cox.html' title='Finding Peace in Nature When Cox Customer Service Makes You Want to Strangle Someone'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sreo7-tBqZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5x6jUGjF3b0/s72-c/stuffed-peppers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-3649713620080141150</id><published>2009-09-14T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:09:59.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working towards our goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sq54PkeEmDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CGl53KsohyA/s1600-h/Image1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sq54PkeEmDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CGl53KsohyA/s400/Image1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sq54WwNPMdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1jCJ9bAJXWQ/s1600-h/Image2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sq54WwNPMdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1jCJ9bAJXWQ/s800/Image2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Brock showed us several different methods for preparing high and low pectin fruit jams and jellies, along with two different ways to save them in jars. I'm excited to try it - and if all goes well, a lot of people are going to be receiving these as holiday gifts! Making jam yourself isn't cheaper than buying premade at the store (three large jars of preserves require &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt; of fruit and a lot of sugar!), but:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;you'll know exactly what's in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;you can customize the flavor and try things that aren't necessarily at your local grocery store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;if you have a garden it's a great way to preserve summer's bounty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and it's just fun to say that you've made something yourself from scratch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sq5zh89KzeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8lkhD-45JkU/s1600-h/IMG_3665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sq5zh89KzeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8lkhD-45JkU/s200/IMG_3665.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eric worked on the fence all weekend and it shows - he finished the entire back length of the yard! As for the pool installation, we have yet to hear back from the pool guy. They should've gotten the permit back from Falls Church by now. I keep saying that I'm nervous that the pool guy just took our deposit money and took off but Eric has more faith than I do. He's sure that it's Falls Church that's holding things up. Either way, I guess we're in no rush because by the time the pool is completed (if it is ever completed!) it'll be cold outside anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sq50_NG8FqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6hlljzydysM/s1600-h/IMG_3668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sq50_NG8FqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6hlljzydysM/s200/IMG_3668.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I ended my weekend by hosting our bi-monthly book club meeting last night. The host is responsible for providing all food and drink, as well as picking three books to choose from for the next selection. That can make for a fair amount of stress on the hostess, but the up side is that you only have to worry about hosting once every year and can relax every other time the club meets! We like to pick a menu that matches the theme of the book, if possible (often this requires quite a bit of creativity) but it was easy this time. We had read "Water for Elephants" by Sara Gruen and so last night I provided everyone with circus-style food! We had appetizers of kettle corn and caramel popcorn, animal crackers, and a veggie plate (to balance out all the sugar); dinner was a hot dog bar (all-beef and soy-based, too) with french fries and an heirloom tomato/mozzarella salad from the garden (again, to balance out the other crap we were eating)! Dessert was apples served with caramel dipping sauce. Our next book, which I am already currently reading, is "Three Cups of Tea" by Greg Mortense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-3649713620080141150?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3649713620080141150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=3649713620080141150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/3649713620080141150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/3649713620080141150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/working-towards-our-goals_14.html' title='Working towards our goals'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sq54PkeEmDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CGl53KsohyA/s72-c/Image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-524722100160885713</id><published>2009-09-09T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:09:19.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepper, anyone?</title><content type='html'>Tonight I pulled out the pepper plants while Eric continued working on the constructing the fence. Let's just say that if we would've left the pepper plants in place, we would've had even more peppers than we have now...and that's hard to believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqhJ9cGcW-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/CtO7lPRVqaA/s1600-h/IMG_3649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqhJ9cGcW-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/CtO7lPRVqaA/s400/IMG_3649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those of you who are counting, that's 60+ peppers. Oh. My. God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you're wondering how much that many peppers might weigh? Well it's your lucky day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqhKz9zZn6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fL8hqpeBBMw/s1600-h/IMG_3646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqhKz9zZn6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fL8hqpeBBMw/s400/IMG_3646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you see it? That's what 17.0&amp;nbsp;pounds of peppers&amp;nbsp;(7.7 kg) looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a whole boatload of tomatoes to bring in (a shirtload really, because the basket was already full of peppers)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqhMJ2_bAxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9qfrWIlzDcU/s1600-h/IMG_3633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqhMJ2_bAxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9qfrWIlzDcU/s400/IMG_3633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah. That's 27 tomatoes right there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the pepper bed looked like before...and after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqhNC_VZuQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/z1IumRzbsyE/s1600-h/IMG_3448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqhNC_VZuQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/z1IumRzbsyE/s200/IMG_3448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqhNY8WAurI/AAAAAAAAAGA/87O3S0ZYTtk/s1600-h/IMG_3630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqhNY8WAurI/AAAAAAAAAGA/87O3S0ZYTtk/s200/IMG_3630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps most importantly, here's the progress Eric has made on the fence. The first panel he completed perfectly blocks the light coming from our neighbor's back door when we're sitting in the hot tub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqhObvwYVkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VHmSk1Q8Lj0/s1600-h/IMG_3629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqhObvwYVkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VHmSk1Q8Lj0/s400/IMG_3629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Excavation for the pool will likely start on Saturday - holy cow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-524722100160885713?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/524722100160885713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=524722100160885713&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/524722100160885713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/524722100160885713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/pepper-anyone.html' title='Pepper, anyone?'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqhJ9cGcW-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/CtO7lPRVqaA/s72-c/IMG_3649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-191680583828474117</id><published>2009-09-09T00:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:03:45.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Croutons and rosemary and chives, oh my!</title><content type='html'>It's 9:30 p.m. and I've just sat down for the evening. Quite a night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, as I walked from the bus to my house I realized that I'd forgotten my keys. I knocked on our elderly neighbor's door to grab our spare but didn't get any answer, so I walked over to one of our windows to see if I might be able to break in. Upon close inspection I knew that would be a no go (which is a good thing, huh?) so I walked back to the front door - and that's when I saw my neighbor walking up from her back yard. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I walked into the house only to find that I'd accidentally left a bag of trash from the kitchen out and Tater had gotten into it! Scraps of packaging everywhere - and ants crawling all about to top it off. &lt;i&gt;Wunderbar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning that up, Tater and I went on our walk and then I spent the evening in the kitchen, mostly cleaning, but also making croutons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqcIVfNrm1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/4iQcHSng23I/s1600-h/IMG_3622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqcIVfNrm1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/4iQcHSng23I/s400/IMG_3622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very easy recipe... Take leftover hot dog or hamburger rolls (which I had a LOT of thanks to Amber's birthday picnic this weekend!), cut them up, coat them in melted butter and a bit of olive oil (just enough, not too much), and then sprinkle on seasonings! We have this stuff called "sandwich sprinkle" from Penzey's Spices and it's fabulous (salt, garlic, pepper, basil, oregano, rosemary, thyme, and majoram), but just garlic salt and powder with oregano would be delicious. Spread on a cookie sheet and bake for 10-15 minutes at 350°F until desired brownness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hung up our herbs to dry in the laundry room downstairs. If this works, I think we're going to have enough rosemary to last us for the rest of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqcKaygayuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pEUC1wqDu_E/s1600-h/IMG_3624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqcKaygayuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pEUC1wqDu_E/s400/IMG_3624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for the chives - we're up to our eyeballs in it! Eric found a recipe&amp;nbsp;in which&amp;nbsp;he can use a large amount of them and I said go for it! If they last, I think I'd like to try to make an omelette this weekend with the chives. And I say try because I've never enjoyed cooking with eggs - I think they stink while they're in the pan&amp;nbsp;- so this could be yet another culinary adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqcLhRYvUQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/v2CqI3ucgQA/s1600-h/IMG_3626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqcLhRYvUQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/v2CqI3ucgQA/s400/IMG_3626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sweet mother of chives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-191680583828474117?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/191680583828474117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=191680583828474117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/191680583828474117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/191680583828474117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/croutons-and-rosemary-and-chives-oh-my.html' title='Croutons and rosemary and chives, oh my!'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SqcIVfNrm1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/4iQcHSng23I/s72-c/IMG_3622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7298606988388140472.post-5686178403563078819</id><published>2009-09-07T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:39:53.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>We had a very busy weekend! I have to say, Eric definitely worked a lot harder than I did - but we both stayed busy, that's for sure. I did a lot of cooking and he did a lot of construction work. All in all it was a very productive long weekend! 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We're going to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's what it looked like this past summer (more photos to come):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sp1TMqmMjmI/AAAAAAAAACg/8FWYdq5F5bc/s1600-h/August20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376545007208271458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sp1TMqmMjmI/AAAAAAAAACg/8FWYdq5F5bc/s400/August20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Raised garden beds alongside our composter and our ugly 1950s chain link fencing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And here's what it looks like right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sp3TmA4ZwxI/AAAAAAAAACo/ax3H90mLCnE/s1600-h/IMG_3559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376686180175299346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sp3TmA4ZwxI/AAAAAAAAACo/ax3H90mLCnE/s400/IMG_3559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;4 out of 6 beds have been removed; the peppers and big tomatoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(plus our pumpkin patch on the side of the house) are staying put until the last possible moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We're in the process of pulling up our beautiful, bountiful garden of raised beds to make room for an in-ground pool! Madness, I know! Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June, we were married after 6 short years of dating. Then within 6 weeks of the wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;we found out that our 11 year old dog, Blue, had cancer (a hemangiosarcoma) - which he succumbed to after only 6 weeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we got the news that Eric's mother was diagnosed with a rare type of skin cancer (thankfully, she caught it early and her prognosis is excellent)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my mother's house was broken into while she was upstairs sleeping with her big dog - neither of them heard anything - and her car was stolen! (It has since been recovered.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So all of that sent us right into the mindset that life is simply too short. Enter: pool! (Sorry, garden. Don't worry - like &lt;em&gt;The Terminator&lt;/em&gt;, you'll be back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to use this site to post photos of the pool construction, fence construction (to be done by Eric), and rebuilding of the garden, along with tales of my cooking adventures. (And with me - trust me - it's always an adventure when I step into the kitchen.) I've signed up for four cooking classes in the next 6 weeks (I'm on the wait list on one of the four) and I'm beyond excited about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we're going to be very busy. Not only will Eric begin constructing the fence and I'll be pulling up the rest of the plants in preparation for pool construction beginning on Wednesday, but I also have two good friends with birthdays to celebrate! I have a feeling I'll be back at work on Monday more tired than before the weekend began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7298606988388140472-8450373067671935008?l=fraufarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8450373067671935008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7298606988388140472&amp;postID=8450373067671935008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/8450373067671935008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7298606988388140472/posts/default/8450373067671935008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraufarmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-changes-are-afoot.html' title='Big changes are afoot!'/><author><name>Frau Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431412010921674813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/SowsDU5nDQI/AAAAAAAAABY/MFDskMZveJY/S220/IMG_3166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2tsgBQnZ_M/Sp1S2JyN3MI/AAAAAAAAACY/RIafmrD06HU/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
