Easy Chicken Tortilla Soup

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This is for my friend Jennifer, who wanted the recipe. This is ridiculously easy, and I got the idea from Ashley, the fabulous gal in charge of the sample booth at Trader Joe’s. I really need to have a whole blog post about my neighborhood Trader Joe’s. Stay tuned.

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I had always wanted to make chicken tortilla soup, but hadn’t found a recipe I liked. When I tried the sample for this at Trader Joe’s, I loved it, and asked for the recipe. Well, here’s the crazy part. It only has five ingredients, and they might just be things you have handy. This is the perfect meal to throw in the crock pot in the morning before getting to your day.

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I feel like apologizing for the simplicity here, but let’s get serious. I’m a mom of two school-aged children, I run my own business, I teach at the gym, and I have LOTS of hobbies. I need more easy recipes. All you need is some tortilla chips, a can of black beans (drained), a 32oz container of chicken broth, a jar of your favorite salsa, and a pound or so of chicken pieces – I use four boneless skinless chicken thighs because it’s easy – no bones or skin to mess with! Dump everything except the tortilla chips in your crock pot and set it for 6 hours on low. The tortilla chips are for later. Oh, and if you use the same salsa that I use, save the jar.

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So you can make a fall candle holder with leaves from your neighborhood, like this.

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But I will tell you how to make this another time. Suffice it to say that Mod Podge is my friend. Back to the soup! After the six hours or so, pull out the chicken and shred it.

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Put it back in and make sure everything is nice and hot.

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You don’t want to put the tortilla chips in the soup, but rather, crush them and put them on top once you have served it. It’s really optional though. You can eat it without the chips if you like, but then, it’s not really chicken tortilla soup, is it?

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So, here’s where you can get creative. Serve this soup with crushed tortilla chips, shredded cheese, fresh cilantro, sour cream, avocado slices – all these things can be done in a matter of minutes. I usually only have chips and cheese handy at any given moment though, so for simple and delicious, just the tortilla chips, and cheese if you like. Enjoy!

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Flaky Delicious Buttermilk Biscuits

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I have been working on perfecting my technique for a while now, and am very excited to share this recipe and technique with you!

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Well, there are the ingredients, but what I’ve found is that it’s really the technique that makes the big difference. Notice in my recipe above that it says 6 Tablespoons of unsalted butter (or as many as 12 Tbsp, which is what I use!). This recipe is very forgiving, but I’ve come to believe that more butter is definitely better. So, technique, and butter. Don’t skimp on the butter.

Having a good oven thermometer is a good idea, for starters. You want to know that your oven is good and hot. Also, I like to preheat my oven for at least ten minutes, if not longer. I don’t want the temperature waffling around.

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There are few other things that will come in handy (ignore the clutter in the background). A pastry cutter, a nice heavy rolling pin, and a bench scraper all are great, and I am lucky enough to have a marble pastry board, thanks to my dear husband Matthew :). But you can definitely still make these biscuits successfully without, so let’s continue.

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Whisk together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a large bowl. (I use my pastry cutter to do this… one less thing to clean up!)

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Cube the unsalted butter (it needs to be nice and cold), throw it into the bowl, and toss it around a bit. You don’t want the butter cubes to be bunched up.

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Using the pastry cutter, or two knives, cut the butter into the flour mixture… don’t mash the butter! Just cut it up. If you are using a pastry cutter, use a knife to remove the bits of butter that clump around the edges of the cutter.

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Here’s the thing: do this quickly, like you don’t really care about it. Don’t be fussy about it. It should end up looking pretty lumpy and floury, with lots of still pretty large pieces of butter in there. They always say to the size of peas, but I think that there should be some pieces larger than that.

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If you see a few pieces of butter that look too big, just stick a knife in there and cut those pieces in half, but don’t keep using the pastry cutter, because you don’t want to overdo the cutting in of the butter. Scraggly = delicious.

Now make a well in the center of the scraggly mess, and pour in the cold buttermilk. Using a rubber spatula, stir the flour into the buttermilk starting from the outside of the bowl. Do this quickly, just until dough starts to form.

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It will end up looking something like this:

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Notice how it’s not perfect looking, and it’s still powdery looking. That is good! Now get your hands into the bowl, and with the knuckles of your fingers, press down to flatten the dough, and then flip it over. Do this a couple of times.

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Now take the whole mess and put it onto a lightly floured surface. That surface might be your countertop, or pastry board if you have one. Whatever surface you use, it should be cool to the touch so that the pieces of butter don’t start to melt. (Sometimes I take a bag of frozen veggies out of the freezer and smear the bag around on my counter or pastry board, just to be sure. If you do that, make sure to dry it well before dusting with flour.) Using your knuckles again, flatten the dough lightly and shape it into a rectangle. You might want to dip your knuckles into the flour so they don’t stick.

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Now get your bench scraper or a sharp knife, and cut the triangle into three sections. The whole thing should be messy and powdery.  I just love the way this looks.

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Now stack the three sections, using the bench scraper to lift up the pieces.

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Give the whole thing a quarter turn, and flatten it with your knuckles again, shaping it into a rectangle. Don’t go nuts about the shape being perfect, because you don’t want your hot fingers messing with it too much. I’m just showing a different angle so you can see how messy this is. Messy and beautiful.

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So once you’ve flattened it into a triangle again, cut into three sections again.

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Repeat the whole thing one more time… stacking and turning a quarter turn and flattening… do this quickly, like it doesn’t matter. Don’t let the butter know you’re worried about flakiness. You should end up with something that looks like this.

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Now, lightly flour your rolling pin and roll the dough out just a bit flatter. Mine ends up being about 3/4 inch thick.

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Now take the bench scraper or a sharp knife, and cut the edges off the dough. This is so it will rise evenly.

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And now cut into about 12 squares. You could use a fancy biscuit cutter, but I don’t think it’s necessary, and you end up with lots of scraps.

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Lifting them with the bench scraper (or thin spatula), place them on a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper. Darn. I forgot to mention you would need parchment paper. Parchment paper helps things to bake evenly, and the bottoms come out nice and crispy.

You’ll end up with the scraps. Stack them, flatten them, and cut one last biscuit by cutting off the edges. Everyone says this last one isn’t as flaky, but I disagree. Somehow, this one is super delicious and flaky. It’s just misshapen and doesn’t rise evenly. I’ll eat that one.

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Now put that last biscuit on the cookie sheet, along with the scraps, which we call “crunchies” at our house. I like the biscuits to have crispy edges, so I don’t let them touch.

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Pop those babies into the oven on the center rack and let bake for about ten minutes, but do keep an eye on them. You want them to be golden on top, but not too dark, because they will dry out and won’t be tender. Here they are.

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Look at those flakes of buttery deliciousness.

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We never put butter on them, because they are so buttery and perfectly delicious as they are. We have them every Saturday with scrambled eggs. It’s our Saturday tradition.

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Wow. That is a serious close up. And they are SO good with raspberry jam.

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By the way, the basic recipe that I use is from the Joy of Cooking, but I add a LOT more butter. And a bit more salt. Enjoy!

Update! Today I made these biscuits with 1 1/2 cups all purpose flour, and 1/2 cup white whole wheat flour. I wanted to add a bit more texture to the biscuits, and pretend that they are healthy…. and they were so, so delicious!!!

Well, I did something else differently this time besides the addition of whole wheat flour. When I preheated the oven, I had a baking stone in there.

So I used a flat cookie sheet (you can see that there is one side that has no rim – this is important!).

Those reflections are weird!

I lined the cookie sheet with parchment paper and put the biscuits on there.

Once the oven was good and hot (I started preheating it and the baking stone before I started making the biscuits) I slid the parchment paper and biscuits carefully off of the rimless cookie sheet and onto the baking stone. I could hear the butter start to sizzle immediately.

Can you tell there is a baking stone under there?

When they were golden brown, after almost twelve minutes in my oven, I carefully again slid the parchment paper (it is not hot to handle) and biscuits carefully back onto the flat cookie sheet, and let the biscuits sit on a cooling rack for a few minutes. When I bit into that biscuit, I couldn’t believe it! Tender, but with a bit more body to it. A hint of graininess, and a delicious flavor added by the whole wheat. And a crispy bottom that melts in your mouth. Did I mention that I used 12 Tablespoons of butter instead of 6?

That’s the one made from scraps – my favorite.

 

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Homemade Yogurt!

IMG_9819Making yogurt is my latest obsession. Along with pie crusts, scones, biscuits, and a few other things here and there.

This is my first post in a long time. I am still trying to figure out how to actually write a blog post on my computer – confusing!!! – but here goes.

Matthew (my dear husband) was getting tired of buying yogurt and having all of those plastic containers causing trouble with the environment, so I decided to try making yogurt myself. My friend Kristina told me how she makes hers, which was so simple and easy sounding, that I read a million blog posts on the subject, because her way sounded too good to be true.

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Heating up the milk.

The first time I made it, I slowly heated up the milk (organic whole milk) in my slow cooker, which took over two hours to get it to the right temperature! It turned out great, but I didn’t like having to keep checking on it, so this time, I heated up the milk slowly in my dutch oven, stirring frequently. This is what Kristina suggested, and in the end, I liked her way best. It still took a little while to get it up to temperature (maybe half an hour?) , but I was going to be in the kitchen anyway, since I spend a lot of time in there… Anyway, keep reading if you want to know how to do this.

The milk (one gallon, which is a lot! You can use a half gallon if you prefer.) needs to reach 180° or a bit more, without scalding. A nice heavy bottomed pot or dutch oven will heat evenly. Don’t be in a hurry and turn the heat higher, because your milk will scorch and that will not be good for the flavor. Speaking of scalding and scorching, here is a trick: take an ice cube and rub it around on the inside of the heavy bottomed pot you are planning on using, and then just pour out the drops of water. No need to dry it. Somehow, this prevents scalding, but still pay attention! Pour in the milk and heat on medium heat, stirring frequently. Once it reaches 180°, take the pot off the burner and let the milk cool down (stirring occasionally) to about 115° or so… between 110° and 120° is fine. That’s a candy thermometer that I used – it works nicely! If you want to cool it down faster, place the pot in an ice bath and stir, but watch it like a hawk, because you don’t want the temperature to drop below 110°.

Once the milk is between 110° and 120°, take about a half cup of the warm milk and mix it together with about a half cup of room temperature, whole milk yogurt with live, active  cultures (read the ingredients!). Mix together, then add it back into the warm milk and mix with a whisk, using an up and down and sideways motion, not a stirring motion. I don’t know why, but I read it somewhere.

Then put the lid on the pot or dutch oven and put it in your for-real big oven.

Drape a kitchen towel over it to help retain heat, and close the oven door.

I leave the oven light on, which generates just enough warmth to keep the bacteria multiplying. According to my oven thermometer, my oven stays at 100° when the light is on. Leave it in there for a while. Last time I left it in for maybe ten hours or so? This time I will try leaving it in for just eight hours. Actually, I ended up leaving this one in for 16 hours, and it was, well, fabulous. So there seems to be some wiggle room there. I’ve heard that you can let it incubate for up to 24 hours.

Longer time = tangier and thicker… or in my experience, just tangier.

You might want to time this so it works for overnight, since eight hours is a long time. I didn’t do that this time, and the milk/yogurt is in the oven as I’m typing this. Don’t disturb it! Don’t peek at it! Just leave it in there. After eight hours (or longer!), take it out and take a look. It might look something like this:

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Magic!

This is a very exciting moment, so take it all in.

Creating in the kitchen is a beautiful thing.

Now, at this point, you can just put the pot in the fridge and let it chill. You’ll notice that there is some separation of liquid from the yogurt; that’s the “whey”. You can just stir it in. Your yogurt will be light and delicious. BUT, if you like it a little thicker, more like a Greek yogurt, you’ll want to strain the yogurt.

Put a colander into a large glass bowl. Line it with cheesecloth (I got mine at Whole Foods – a whole lot of it for just $2.99. Yes, you got that right, at Whole Foods.) OR, you can make reusable cheesecloth. Pour your yogurt into the cheesecloth-lined colander, and let the whey strain out. You can let it strain for three or four hours if you like. The more you strain, the thicker the yogurt will be. This is what mine looked like:

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Straining – be patient!

This was before I got really impatient and started messing with it to see if I could make it strain more quickly by pulling up the corners of the cheesecloth. When I did this, the whole thing tipped over and half of the yogurt spilled into my sink :(.

This was a very sad moment. So don’t do that. Just let it sit there and don’t touch it!

When you feel the yogurt has strained long enough, pour out the whey, or save for other uses, and use a large ladle to spoon the yogurt into a large glass bowl. As you come to the edges of the cheesecloth, hopefully the yogurt will easily pull away from it, like this.

And if you are lucky, you will have hardly a bit of waste, because the yogurt pulls away so cleanly.

Your yogurt will be very lumpy in the bowl, with a variety of textures. Go ahead and whisk it vigorously, and it will end up looking like this.

Silky smooth!

Put it in a glass container (or several) with a good lid and put it in your fridge, where it will firm up, but you might just have to eat some at room temp because it is SO delicious! I had some with honey and pecans right away, and it was amazing! It reminded me of the first time I had real Greek yogurt in Greece. It was an eye opening experience to realize that yogurt could taste so good.

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Success!

And if you want a wonderful way to enjoy pancakes, try them with a dollop of this yogurt, and then add your maple syrup (pure maple syrup, of course). SO good!

Divine!

And now dear husband Matthew can have really delicious, organic whole milk yogurt in glass containers! No more plastic! And I have reused old jam jars that were too cute to throw away… I heated up some frozen blueberries with a bit of brown sugar and corn starch, let it cool, and put it in the bottom of the jars, top with yogurt, and voilà!

Too cute!

Update 3/16/21: I have a slightly different method for the incubation period, since I now have an instant pot with a yogurt function. You can read about this here.

Here are a few links to blogs/websites that I found helpful, and have more detailed information:

https://www.daringgourmet.com/easy-homemade-greek-yogurt/

https://cooking.nytimes.com/guides/52-how-to-make-yogurt

 

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Psycho Kitty, qu’est-ce que c’est?

Alright, so our neighbor asked us to take care of her cats while she is out of town for the holidays. No problem, right? We don’t know her cats, but we are cat people, and Mara was interested in the job, plus, we are good neighbors, so we said yes, of course. The first day we arrive and one of the cats scratches Mara’s leg when we walk in the kitchen. “Whoa”, says Mara. She imagined that she stepped on the cat, but I don’t think she did. I read a note left by our neighbor.

-The gray and white cat’s name is ___ and is nice. You can pet him. The stripe-y cat’s name is _____. DON’T PET THIS ONE!!! He can get a little psycho.

Hmmm… I thought to myself smugly :”I’m a cat person, and cats know that about me”, but nevertheless, I decided to stay away from stripe-y.

The next day we feed the cats, fish and gerbils without incident.

So today rolls around, and I am trying to get myself and the girls ready to go ice skating with my niece, their cousin Katie. (We are running late, as usual.) Getting dressed warmly, eating a good breakfast and lunch, making sure everyone gets their teeth brushed, packing snacks, feeding the cats their raw meat with Chinese herbs (that’s for another post), planting wheat, barley, oats and rye to turn into cat grass for our cats -why this morning? I’m not quite sure. During all of this, Mara reminds me that we need to go feed the neighbor’s cats, and she says she wants to do it by herself, since it is her job. I allow it, thinking that Mara needs the responsibility, and it will boost her self-esteem to do this on her own. I have every intention of stopping by the house on the way to the skating rink to make sure everything is in order. Millie and I continue working on the cat grass project.

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Suddenly Mara flies through the front door, yelling: “Mom, there’s a problem! Finn got out and I can’t get him back in!!” Me: “Is Finn the stripe-y one?” Mara: “Yes!”. Oh crap! I run through the house and throw my boots on and rush out the door as Mara is yelling to me that the last place she saw the cat was under the porch.

I go at top speed up our ridiculously steep hill, up the narrow and treacherous steps that lead to our neighbor’s house – my adrenalin is surging – I’m imagining LOSING our neighbor’s cat, and trying to explain it to her. I look around, I go in the house and look around (I’m not sure why I did this, maybe to make sure some other catastrophe hadn’t also taken place?), and I go back outside. THERE HE IS!!! walking around a short distance away looking a little nervous, which is how he normally looks. I call to him in a sweet voice: “Kitty Kitty Kitty”, holding out my hand. He looks at me with big, wide eyes, and comes running toward me. I feel elated and relieved. He’s coming! He’s coming right to me! And he lunges for my hand and tears at it with his razor sharp claws. Then he runs off. As I stand there in pain and in shock, I notice my cell phone is ringing. It’s Mara calling me from home. She wants to know if she can do anything to help.

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These will do.

I look down at my hand and notice that my fingers are dripping with blood. I tell her to get a pair of Daddy’s work gloves and bring them to me. Which ones? she asks. I tell her the thickest she can find. In the meantime, I go in the house and grab a thick towel from the bathroom. I picture myself throwing the towel over Stripe-y, wadding him up like a burrito, and shoving him in the house. Mara arrives and asks what I’m doing with the towel. “Nothing. Give me the gloves.” Mara guesses correctly what my plan is. I tell her to go to the porch by the front door. I then see Stripe-y near the side of the house. He is looking at me and slowly walking away. I call to him, and he stops and looks at me with those big wide eyes. I approach, and as quickly and as deftly as I can, I throw the towel on top of him and attempt to bundle him. He easily wriggles free and runs under a bush in front of the house. I call to him. He doesn’t come out. I tell Mara to give me the broom. She says that that would have been her plan as well. She goes back to her post at the front door. I start to smack the bush (NOT the cat!) with the broom and make loud hissing and shooing noised, kind of like a wicked witch, and Stripe-y runs out toward the front door. I yell, “MARA, OPEN THE DOOR!!!” She does at just the right moment, and Stripe-y runs inside. I go in and put the towel back, and we leave, locking the door and checking it twice. All of this happened in a matter of minutes. When we got back home, Millie was happily playing with refrigerator magnets. I look at our cats, who are calm and collected, and I feel grateful.

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Tillie and Togy, my angels.

Both girls oohed and ahhed over my bloody wounds. We made it to the skating rink about an hour and a half late, and had a GREAT time with cousin Katie.

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Knock Knock

Millie’s knock knock joke:

Millie: Knock knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Millie: Lemon.

Me: Lemon who?

Millie: Knock knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Millie: Lemon.

Me: Lemon who?

Millie: Knock knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Millie: Lemon.

Me: Lemon who?

Okay, so you think you see where she’s going with this?

Millie: Knock knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Millie: Orange.

Me: Orange who?

Millie: Oh, I didn’t know that you were late for work!

I laughed pretty hard. So here’s some background.

Here’s an old joke of my dad’s:

Dad: Knock Knock

Me: Who’s there?

Dad: Eisenhower.

Me: Eisenhower who?

Dad: I’s an hour late for breakfast!

Here’s a joke of mine:

Me: Knock knock.

Whoever will listen: Who’s there?

Me: Chooch.

WIL: Chooch who?

Me: Oh, I didn’t know you were a choo choo train!

And here’s a joke of my dear husband’s:

DH: Knock knock.

Me: Who’s there?

DH: Lemon.

Me: Lemon who?

DH: Lemme know when you’re ready to go!

So here’s one more knock knock joke for you:

Me: Knock knock.

You: Who’s there?

Me: Nowd.

You: Nowd who?

Me: Now do you think it’s funny?

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My day…

So, I have only now stopped to take a breath, have a cup of tea, and sit down to write this. Wow, what a crazy day! Let me give you a play-by-play, just so another human being knows what it was like.

I wake up this morning feeling completely wiped. Open my eyes, crawl out of bed, and sklank into the bathroom. Millie guns it for the toilet, and Togy is howling.

Suddenly it occurs to me that I don’t have the car. OH NO!!!!!! I kick it into high gear.

Today is the day that I am supposed to take Millie to the Nutcracker. I had it perfectly timed to teach both of my classes at the gym, take a quick shower there, and then speed up to Everett in just enough time to get to the show. CHANGE OF PLANS!

I quickly feed the girls and the cats, all the while sending texts and emails to all concerned, trying to get my second class at the gym covered by another instructor, and trying to find a ride up to Everett from one of the other moms. I am also separating the cats so Togy doesn’t try to eat Tillie’s food. I put Togy on the deck with his food, and keep Tillie in.

I get a text from a mom I don’t know, saying that she could take us up to Everett, so now I am coordinating with her via text messages, while still doing all the things I just mentioned. Now it occurs to me that I haven’t made lunches for any of us, and that I need to do that. I start doing that, and then get another text from someone saying she can cover my second class at the gym. GREAT!

Oh yeah, I need to eat breakfast or I’ll never survive the next several hours. Trying to shovel some food in, make lunches, and order the girls around so that they get dressed appropriately. I glance at the floor and notice that Tillie hasn’t eaten hardly any of her breakfast. I make a mental note.

I continue making lunches, while texting the mom that is going to give me a ride – having her pick me up at the Y.

OH YEAH!! I’ll have to shower at the gym! I run into the bedroom and pack an outfit for myself, shampoo, conditioner, hair goo, deodorant, BOOTS, and a towel all into my backpack. I get dressed in my workout clothes, throw on my coat, and run back into the kitchen. I hand Mara her lunch, hug her goodbye as she runs out the door, and then run back into the kitchen. WAIT! I run into the girls’ bedroom and help Millie get her tights on – my dry skin and brittle nails are snagging the tights – SHOOT!!! Grab Millie’s brush and brush the tangles out. Send her to get her coat and shoes.

I run back into the kitchen and finish packing everything – my lunch, Millie’s lunch, my water bottle and Millie’s water bottle, and my workout notebook. I shove a days worth of vitamins in my mouth and swill down some water. I throw my cell phone into my purse, get my shoes on, and then glance at the floor and notice Tillie STILL hasn’t eaten her food. This is not good. I let Togy in off the deck. I put Tillie’s food out on the deck, and put Tillie out there. She has to eat. I can’t leave her all day without food. I have to leave her on the deck :(. Had I thought this through I might have done it differently….

WOW!! I’M GONNA BE LATE. I throw my coat on, throw my backpack on my back, sling my workout bag and purse over my shoulder, grab Millie and run out the door. Millie gets into the stroller and I RUN ALL THE WAY TO THE GYM WHILE PUSHING MILLIE IN THE STROLLER.

I get there with two minutes to spare. I check Millie into childcare, get my room set up, and teach my step class with all kinds of energy. Where did that come from? Class ends and I RUN to the locker room with ALL OF MY STUFF. I forget to bring my lock. I pile up ALL OF MY STUFF right by the shower, take a record fast shower, get out, dry off, and get dressed while still sweating from my workout. Grab Millie out of childcare and go stand out front of the Y. We are EXACTLY on time. It’s a miracle.

Julie (the mom that I don’t know but she’s very nice) and her 4.5 year old son Chet arrive, and we load ALL OF MY STUFF into their car; we get in. We head up to Everett, chatting all the while. We end up in an industrial part of Everett – that’s the address we were given. Not too worried at this point – what we are really concerned about is finding a STARBUCKS. Julie has a great app on her phone that finds the nearest Starbucks with a drive-thru…. yes, there’s an app for that! We get her eggnog latte and my matcha green tea latte with half the sweetener, and some sweets for the kids. And we’re off!

We get back to that industrial zone, and look around, and think that maybe we’re not at the right place? I check my email, and sure enough, our organizer had sent us the wrong address! But no worries (what would we do without smart phones?), I click on the new address that she had emailed, and Siri (what would we do without smart phones?) guides us to the Everett Performing Arts Center. We have made it on time. I breathe a sigh of relief. I am grateful for having this entire fiasco happening, because I’ve really enjoyed meeting Julie. The show is AMAZING. Little faces of all the kids staring in wonder at the beautiful ballerinas, the crazy mice, the nutcracker, Clara, Uncle Drosselmeyer, and all the rest. Worth every effort spent.

The show is a “kids” version, so it’s only an hour long – PERFECT!! Kids are getting wiggly. When the show is over, we go outside and try to coerce the children into taking holiday photographs. Not an easy task. And we take more pictures. We keep the kids from getting into the fountain. We take more pictures.

The three amigos.

The three amigos.

We run back to Julie’s car because we remember that we don’t want to get a parking ticket! We sit in the car for a while and look at the pictures we just took on our smart phones – the kids start complaining. I show Julie how to edit her photographs on her phone – the kids keep complaining. We text each other our favorite shots – the kids keep complaining. Okay, okay, we get on the road. I pass Millie back her lunch – thank goodness I packed it! She eats every crumb.

Christmas Gifts.

Christmas Gifts.

We get to our house and Julie pulls into our driveway, upon my suggestion. I get out, I get Millie out, and I unload ALL OF MY STUFF AND THE STROLLER out of her car. As I am doing this, the garbage collectors pull up and block Julie in our driveway. Why WOULDN’T this happen? Millie and I get to the front door and I am lugging ALL OF MY STUFF rather awkwardly.The garbage truck moves on, I wave goodbye to Julie, and we get in the house. I RUN to the deck and let Tillie in. There’s a puddle of pee on the couch on our deck. I run downstairs, get the cat pee stain remover spray, some rags, and run back out onto the deck. Millie is trying to make Netflix work. I scrub and scrub the couch cushions, grab the smaller cushion and run back down to the laundry room and run a load of laundry to try and save the small cushion.

I put ALL OF MY STUFF away, make a cup of tea, and sit down to write. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. All in a day’s work. I think I want this to be my first blog post!!!!

Christmas Angel.

Christmas Angel.

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