Good Earth Tea's "Tag You're It" Quote Winners!

A few months ago I composed an original inspirational quote for Good Earth Tea and entered it in their "Tag You're It" competition. Last month they contacted me to let me know that my quote had been selected and would be printed on the tags of their Sweet and Spicy Tea along with the other 24 winning quotes. This week they published the winning quotes on their website which can be viewed and enjoyed at:

http://www.goodearth.com/winners.html

Balsamic Chicken Sausage with Green Lentils

*picture stolen from Google images...the recipe below comes out even prettier - but we ate all of it before I thought of taking a photo!

I picked up the Food&Wine 2007 annual cookbook at the used bookstore the other day and decided to try 5 new meals this week. Tonight's pick was "Lentils with Chicken Sausage". I was pretty sure Robert and I would like it (which we did), but I had no idea it would be such a hit with the kiddos! I don't think I've ever seen Grace open her mouth so wide, and Audrey was picking up her bowl and slurping it down! Oliver seemed to like it too (duh - it's food), but I thought it was funny that he picked the spinach out of each bite:) Here's the recipe - with a few minor adjustments/tips. Oh, and as you can see, I've given it a slightly more colorful and descriptive name...the other one sounded so tasteless and boring!

Balsamic Chicken Sausage with Green Lentils:

1 C dried green lentils

4 C chicken broth (you could even use 3C - ours was pretty "soupy")

1 carrot, cut into 1 inch pieces

1 celery rib, cut into 1 inch pieces

1/2 small onion, coarsely chopped

1 garlic clove, cut into pieces

2 T olive oil

4 thyme sprigs

1 C baby spinach leaves (stems removed), coarsely chopped

salt and pepper

*4 precooked chicken sausages, thickly sliced

1.5 T balsamic vinegar

*I used Trader Joe's Sweet Apple Chicken Sausage (comes in a pack of 5). You can also use Aidells Chicken&Apple sausage - just make sure the chicken sausage you choose is somewhat sweet. Lentils can be pretty "plain" - and the sweetness really adds to the dish and gives it some extra flavor!

1. In a large soup pot, combine the lentils and chicken broth. Cover and bring to boil.

2. With either a food processor or onion chopper, pulse carrot, celery, onion, and garlic until all are very finely chopped. In a large skillet, heat 1T olive oil. Add the finely chopped vegetables and thyme sprigs and cook over medium-high heat until veggies are soft (about 3 minutes) stirring frequently so they don't burn. Add cooked veggies to lentils/broth. Cover and cook over medium heat until lentils are tender (about 20 min). Stir the baby spinach into the lentils; season with salt and pepper.

3. Meanwhile, heat the remaining 1T olive oil in the skillet. Add the sliced chicken sausages and cook over medium heat, turning sausages occasionally until browned on all sides (about 8 minutes). Add the balsamic vinegar to skillet and toss and cook for 1 minute more.

4. Spoon lentils into bowls discarding thyme sprigs as you find them. Top with chicken sausages and serve immediately!

I'll be making this one again soon...let me know how you like it!

Not Yet Spring

I am physically cold today.

It is that internal cold that makes one's fingers slow to move,

one's nail beds a faint bluish purple.

I saw a robin hopping around my backyard today

and noticed that several tulip bulbs have pushed their waxy leaves through the semi-frozen dirt

but even with these early signs of Spring

the air is cold and there is an occasional snow flurry

The sun shines brightly just outside my window

as the warmth of the sun's rays

(not yet strong enough to warm the crisp winter air)

deceivingly radiate a patch of illuminated carpet below.

To Teach or Not to Teach...

Because I have been away from my position at the college for two years now, and because the college has a new VP, I had to go through the grueling and detailed process (again) of filling out the tediously extraneous online application, updating my CV/Cover Letter, scanning and submitting electronically my graduate and undergraduate academic transcripts, as well as locating, scanning, and submitting a 7 year old letter of recommendation. And all the work of just applying to work got me thinking: do i really want to teach again???

Yes, I miss standing at the front of the classroom turning complicated Spanish grammar into something comprehensible and dare I say it - enjoyable. And I miss explaining slight variances of pronunciation due to geographical location and the way different Spanish-speaking countries have entirely different vocabularies based on their blending with various indigenous languages. And I really miss watching my students faces when I explain to them that the foreign language they've come to know as "Spanish" doesn't even exist but that the official language of Spain (and what is spoken all over Central and South America) is actually called "Castellano" - and is one of 4 regionally official languages in Spain.

I also really miss my students. Sure I've had a handful of pain-in-the-rear lame students who like to show off, skip class, or my favorite - yell at me in the hallway with the whole class listening because I didn't give him the time slot he wanted for the final exam. But after teaching hundreds of students and only having 3 or 4 "bad seeds" that I can think of, I think I've had an extremely good run of it. As of this past weekend, I've now attended the weddings of two former students, I've become sushi-date friends with another (female:)) student, and yet another has just accepted the post of "nanny" - helping me with the triplets twice a week so I have an extra pair of hands to take them to storytime at the library, go grocery shopping, or whatever else I need to do - and she is awesome! So not only have my students been great in the classroom - some of them have become long-term friends!

I also really miss walking around campus, sharing a cup of tea with my colleague (and director of the Spanish Department), Robin Martinez, and sitting in my office grading papers, working on lesson plans, and waiting for students to come by for extra help. I miss wearing tights and skirts and carrying around my super-cool brown leather satchel that my husband bought for me in Canada on our honeymoon. Oh, and I really miss fighting with overhead projectors with 30 expectant faces watching my every move, joking around with my students (in English) before class starts and then switching abruptly to Spanish (er, Castellano) when the big hand hits the appropriate black tick mark on the back wall, and sending half the class into a state of confusion and disappointment ("is she really going to keep this Spanish-immersion thing up?" Yes.), walking into a class full of students and piling all of my books and paperwork and transparencies on the absurdly tiny little desk at the front of the room and then tripping regularly over cables, trash cans, and desks, and the fantastic intoxicating smell of whiteboard markers.

What I can't seem to get so excited about, however, is the thought of having to put on those tights and skirts, pack that little leather satchel, and drive across town and up the hill to the college to teach a two hour class AFTER chasing around 3 nearly two year olds all day!!! I mean staying home with 3 toddlers is a full time job in and of itself... heck, it's THREE FULL TIME JOBS! And by 5:00 each night, I am one tired (and usually irritated, and grumpy, and ready for t.v. and a glass of wine) MAMA! Really? Teach a class???

Well, ultimately, that decision isn't up to me. I've updated my information, submitted the required paperwork, have a file full of glowing evaluations from past students (which I re-read from time to time - they are quite the ego boost!), and a brain bubbling over with exciting, revolutionary new ways of presenting the Spanish language to a new crop of students who are ravenous for knowledge and eager to glean - okay, now I'm just fantasizing:)

So in the meantime, I'll wait to hear back from the college, I'll enjoy my free evenings of sleeping babies, t.v., and wine, and I'll try to sneak in as many naps as possible to build up my energy stores. And as much as I try to talk myself out of taking that possible class or two in the fall, I just know that if they actually make the offer official - I'll take it. How could I resist?

Growing up so fast...

Oh, these babies of ours (can I even call them babies anymore?) are just growing up so fast! I remember when our home was full of baby blankets, burp cloths, and babies who stayed where I put them and played with the same toy for an hour. These days I have three little people who can run down the hallway, climb on the couches, build "mega blocks", and say things like "please, ball, up, more, and of course the good 'ol favorite...NO".

Audrey is my little cuddle bug. She always wants me to pick her up, loves to climb in my lap and watch cartoons, comes over for kisses and hugs every 5 minutes (seriously, she wraps her little arm around my neck and dramatically leans out to hug me - it kills me every time!) and if I lay on the floor, she's the first one to climb on top of me and demand that I lift her in the sky with my legs to make her an airplane:) She is also quite the little smarty pants. Just looking at her face I can see the wheels turning, and I am amazed every single day at how I can ask her to do some complicated task like "go put this blanket in the laundry basket and bring me the bag of wipes"...and she actually does it! Her current favorite foods are blueberries, tomatoes, and string cheese, and she has to take TED (the cheap, floppy teddy bear they gave her at the Ronald McDonald House in Portland) everywhere! If she finds herself without Ted, be prepared for howling and crocodile tears!

Oliver is such a little man. I feel myself grasping for moments when I can still pretend he's my baby boy. He'll crawl up into my lap and lean against me and I feel myself taking mental snapshots of these moments when he's still small enough to fit on my lap, and still wants to snuggle with mommy. Oliver is our strong and sensitive one; he's in the 90th percentile for height and weight, weighs 31lbs, and has hands that better resemble the paw size of a giant St. Bernanrd:) But even though he can lift a rocking horse and carry it across the room, or knock both sisters over just by bumping into them, he also has the sweetest little spirit. If a sister is crying, Ollie brings them what they need (blankie, teddy bear, juice). He'll be right in the middle of playing with a toy, and then will stop, find the nearest sister, walk over, bend down and give her a kiss. And if Daddy chastises him for disobeying or doing something wrong, his little face just crumples, and out comes the pouty lip. But most of the time, that little boy is all smiles - and those little teeth bring so much joy to my heart!

Gracie is our little "shrieker". Whether she's happy or sad, surprised or frustrated, some loud, piercing sound is usually coming out of her mouth:) She may be tiny, but she lets you know what she wants! She is also an extremely silly little girl - she thinks everything is hilarious, loves to play hide and seek, loves being tickled, and scoots around the house in her Spiderman pose - one leg tucked under her little bum - like a little bolt of shrieking lightning! And guess who took her very first two steps on Thursday (2/10/11)? That's right...our little Gracie girl!!! Her physical therapist, Nancy, came over to work with her and taught us a few tricks to encourage her to walk on her own. We sat about 3 feet apart from each other, she held Gracie lightly on the hips, faced her towards me - and as said "come to mommy, Gracie!" in the most animated/excited way I could, she actually did it...and took two tiny little steps to me! I scooped her up, covered her in kisses, and, as Gracie does, she shrieked and squealed with delight.

These past 21 months with Audrey, Oliver, and Grace have been so enjoyable and rewarding. Watching them grow, learn new skills, and develop their little unique personalities is really a new miracle every single day. And they way they love each other is so special. They wake up kissing each other, spend all day hugging and kissing each other, and always have kisses to spare for mommy and daddy, too:) I know they're my kids and so I'm a tiny bit biased, but I really think these kids are three of the coolest, funniest, most loving people I've ever met.