Muffins and a Change of Pace

25 April 2018

Happy Wednesday Friends!
If you saw my post yesterday and you already know that I've been nervous to dig deep and really start cooking in my kitchen, I mean-- its so shiny and new and I just wanted to hold on to that forever but we have kids and we live in our home so I cut the cord and went for it. Last night I whipped up a favorite of mine, eggplant parmigiana (the kids were less than thrilled and one was still sitting at the table at 7 pm but it tasted so good SO it was worth it) and now I just finished whipping up a batch of our favorite muffins this morning and sat down at my computer for the first time in what feels like forever, well, two weeks to be exact. Two weeks of constant transition, many moving parts, a change in rhythm & schedules, looking for a new groove to normal everyday life and boxes...so many boxes! Seven and a half years ago when I moved in with Aaron he had a fully furnished home that he had just renovated. I had three suitcases of clothing, a box of childhood keepsake mementos and a bed-- but during this past move, we sifted through and boxed up 7 years worth of 'stuff', 'stuff' that we've accumulated over those years along with the three kids and all of their junk (ahem) things. The entire process was equal parts exhausting, overwhelming and exciting. And, now that we are settled liveable in this home, I really wouldn't have it any other way.



The girls are adjusting to their new rooms, they love the extra space although the outdoor aspect is by far their most favorite part. They have already racked up countless hours outside, begging to go out right after breakfast, play their little hearts out, crash hard after bathtime and do it all over again the next day. I'm a visual person so I'm still settling in and trying to make each room the way I pictured it to be in my head, warm, inviting, and all about my people. And, while I'm also an impatient person I'm really trying to take the time to think it all through (especially with wall decor, horsehair plaster- need I say more?)

We have been blessed beyond measure with this home, it's exactly what our hearts craved and what our family needed.


And lastly, here is our favorite muffin recipe.

Sunshine Muffins 
(Tangerine-Lemon) 

3 cups all-purpose flour
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 cup + 2 Tbsp granulated sugar
6 tbsp unsalted butter softened
1/4 cup canola or vegetable oil
1 tbsp tangerine zest
2 large eggs
1 large egg yolk
1 tsp vanilla extract
2/3 cup milk
2/3 cup sour cream
3 tbsp lemon juice

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. In a mixing bowl whisk together flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt for 30 seconds. In a separate large mixing bowl whip together sugar, butter, tangerine zest and 1 Tbsp canola oil until pale and fluffy. Mix in remaining 3 Tbsp canola oil. Blend in eggs one at a time mixing until combined after each addition. Blend in egg yolk and vanilla extract. In a 2 cup liquid measuring cup (used to measure milk), whisk together the milk, sour cream and 3 Tbsp lemon juice.

Using a rubber spatula and working in three separate batches, beginning and ending with flour mixture, add 1/3 of the flour mixture alternating with half of the milk mixture and fold just until combined after each addition. Divide batter among 12 - 15 muffin cups - filling each to the top and bake in preheated oven 15 - 18 minutes until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean. Cool in muffin tin several minutes then transfer to a wire rack to cool slightly. 

In a bowl, whisk together powdered sugar and 1 tbsp lemon juice & 1 tbsp of tangerine juice until well blended. Drizzle tops with glaze while still warm. Store in an airtight container at room temperature.

Also, add poppy seeds for a special kick, my girls don't like the 'look' of them so they usually dont go into ours but I love it. 

the kind of love that grows in smaller houses

06 April 2018

Dear Old Girl: a note to our first family home,

It’s been said that the biggest kind of love is the kind that grows in smaller houses, smaller houses where there is less room to separate you and your loved ones. Well, old girl— you may be 'small' and considered too cramped for us at this stage in life but you’ve seen a lot of wonderful things happen over the better half of a decade. The house where the first 'I love yous' where echoed, the house with walls that immediately made me feel warm and at home.


You’ve watched us fall in love and learn how to live together as one. You've seen the two of us stretch and grow, debate, disagree and love fiercely. You’ve seen 4 am wake up calls with a pregnancy test in hand, sleepy eyes and squeals of delight. You’ve seen bags packed, felt the weight of pacing, and waiting for babies to be brought home from the hospital. You’ve had a front row seat to sleepless nights and silent midnight tears of self-doubt coming from a rocking chair. You’ve worn milk spills, splatters of baby food and countless messes— some of which we won’t even talk about, sorry for the extra smelly ones. Your strong and sturdy hardwood floors have held up little ones as they learned how to crawl, side scoot, and finally, take their first steps (all three of them). 

You’ve watched me try and navigate myself through your kitchen. And, Lord knows I’ve boiled over more pots of water onto your floor than I can count-- all while I probably mumbling something sarcastic under my breath about how tiny and cramped your kitchen is-- when really, it was just enough for me to learn and grow in.



Your walls have been scorched by the flames of a small house fire and covered in soot but you kept standing. You've heard the loud aftershocks of giggles, tickle fights, and timeouts. You've seen broken arms in the backyard and a busted chin in the dining room. Yes, I know, they are little girls but they play hard and we are defying stereotypes over here-- at every bend.

You’ve watched our growing pains grow over the past two years and have probably heard our silent prayers for more space. So, old girl- as we leave you and move on to the next chapter in our lives just know that we were blessed by you and we leave behind all of our stories and memories etched into the walls right there between the horsehair plaster and mesh wire (probably some red marker too). You are, forever a piece of us- and us, forever a piece of you. 




Dairy and the Disconnect

12 March 2018



First of all, I'm not a farmer. I'm a farmer's wife and I've only been a farmers wife for 6 years now. So I'm not writing this from the view and standpoint of a farmer or someone who knows everything that there is to know about the industry because I'm still learning. My viewpoint comes from the sidelines, I watch my husband have conversations on the topic, I listen when he tells me about what is going on and I read fact-based and scientifically correct articles published by industry professionals, farmers, and scientist who know what they are talking about, the ones who live it and breathe it, every single day.

I once was a naive consumer standing in front of the dairy case at the supermarket studying all of the different types of milk, the ones that boasted their claims of being organic, grass-fed, antibiotic free (all milk, ALL MILK, is antibiotic free) and I, unfortunately, bought the prettiest bottle with the best sounding marketing campaign-- I mean it was all quite confusing at that time but then plant-based milk exploded in the marketplace and people lost their darn minds. I mean, this must be heaven right?! The cartons were screaming in our faces that they were the healthier choice, the right choice, the 'delicious difference' that we were all waiting on. But generations of people were raised on whole dairy milk, a glass of milk with breakfast, lunch, and dinner-- and then one day someone somewhere said 'Hey, I think milk is bad for us, dairy farming is cruel, we should find an alternative.'  Now, I love a handful of crunchy almonds, I kind of like coconut but they're not milk, they don't create milk, they create a juice, a juice with less protein and less nutritional values than dairy. And, when you look at the market dairy is still at the top but the disconnect in information between the farmer and the consumer is driving people in hordes to switch to a dairy 'alternative' which drives the need for dairy production down.

I'm sure you've seen very recently in the news or on your facebook feed that there is a crisis in the dairy industry, a serious problem facing American farmers-- especially our neighbors and friends right here in our own county. Forty-four nearby and neighboring farmers received their 90-day notices and lost either contract as of this past week. And, as soon as Facebook started asking people if they wanted to change their profile picture to state ' I support dairy farmers.' I started receiving numerous messages from friends and family wondering what was happening and if we were ok. Yes, we are alright, milk prices are at record lows, there's an oversaturation and supply of milk and with a broken federal pricing system things can look a little dark. But, thankfully by the grace of God, we are ok, for now. What will the dairy industry look like a year from now? Two years from now? Five years from now? We don't know, my husband doesn't know, nobody knows but anything can change for the good or bad- god willing for the good. So, friends, we are ok-- for now.

But, many, many, other farmers and farm families are not ok, they are either getting milk contract termination letters causing them to have to sell their entire life's work, their herd, their equipment, land, and homes or the price of milk is simply driving them out of business. Currently, 97% of the US dairy farms are family-owned, multigeneration operations that have spanned many decades and seen many things happen in this industry from record low milk prices to record high prices like the ones we saw in 2014. We are now entering the fourth year of record low milk prices and as the milk prices drop the number of suicides seen in farmers is rising. Most are barely breaking even every month and it's not uncommon for a farm to carry a heavy debt load, especially when you try and keep your equipment up to date, your herd well-cared for and your buildings in good working and safe order.

What is the answer? How do we turn the industry around? I don't know. My farmer doesn't know. His friends and colleagues do not know. Prayer? Hopefully. A boost in people actually purchasing milk and dairy? Possibly. A better conversation between farmer and consumer? Maybe. With so many unknowns all I can say right now is, go enjoy some dairy, don't be afraid of it-- have an extra piece of cheese, yogurt, ice cream, it all helps. And- if you really, really, really are against consuming dairy products then just simply thank a farmer, they are proud and prideful people. They are proud of their accomplishments, the operations that they have built and they feel pride in their work, their livelihood, the one where they put in tireless hours cultivating and producing a quality product for you-- the consumer. Lastly, pray for the industry as a whole (if you are the praying kind) pray for the suicide numbers to drop, for these farmers to feel like there is another way and for all of the families who are affected and will be affected if things would happen to not turn around anytime soon.

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