Here’s Zed playing his part in the wrestling match. Just a kick and nudge here and there. He looks pretty calm about the whole thing, don’t you think?

Ain’t summer grand? This summer has been awesome. Swimming, playing, and the ubiquitous lemonade stand. Ezra has recently been brainwashed by Disney into thinking he wants Buzz and Woody dolls. I told him he’d have to earn the money. This stand was pushed by both kids, but Ezra was the driving force behind it.

India made a great sales woman. She needed some help with the pouring, mainly since our jug has a top that won’t stay open. We should really upgrade.

Zed is very proud of his drinking skills and shows them off as often as he can.

All Ezra needed was a giant lemon costume.

But of course he had to drink 3 or 4 glasses himself.

I can’t believe how big my littlest one is getting. He is still a tiny, but soon he’ll be tearing it up. He already tears up the house. We have been trying to keep the place picked up and the older kids have been helping to pick up the toys. We find it doesn’t really make much of a difference. The baby’ll just pull everything out again. The toys stay away maybe for the rest of the evening. So we pick up every other day (or every other, other day).

That little smile of his is so sweet… I know there is trouble brewing behind the cover of sweetness.

It is unbelievable to me that she is so old. I remember the days when we would walk to the park each day after nap time. I would push her in the stroller to the tot lot. We would often smell the Indian restaurant getting ready for dinner. Ahhh, those were the days.
Now we are trying to get in a habit of riding bikes to school. At pick up she is often ready to go home, but her little brothers need some time to get their wiggles out. Most of the time she is patient and will wait. Typically she will eventually have fun with friends after only a bit of complaining.
All in all India is a sweet girl. She is always concerned for her friends, making sure they feel included. After living here for 3 years she has finally found her niche. Not to say she hasn’t fit in, but now I can say she has a good group of friends who care for her as she does for them. Lots came to support her on her birthday when she was baptized.

Every February this village on the boarder of France and Italy hosts a citrus festival. They make structures out of lemons and oranges. This year each depicted either a movie genre or scene from a film. There is also a parade, but we missed that. Zach did see a posse of Cowboys and Indians twirling ropes and riding horses. Welcome to France. He says the French love westerns.

Zach bought a crepe and I bought a hot lemonade (it was cold out) along with some orange shaped candy to take home to the kids.

After seeing the citrus we wandered through the streets until we came to the Mediterranean. There were some pretty crazy signs and the sea was beautiful.



The sign with the alien wind surfer cracked me up.

That night we ate pizza, seeing as we were so close to Italy. There we were, 4 adults and 6 kids in a little restaurant with only one who can (more easily than some) speak French. We were enjoying each others company while the staff watched us intently. Then a large group of what looked like a middle aged soccer/rugby team came in. I thought for sure they would be louder than us. Nope. Not a word passed between them. Were they listening to us? Do Europeans not speak while eating with friends? What gives? I imagine that after we left they continued on with their lives. Which included speaking while eating together.

Our crab apple trees have finally bloomed. I mean to say, bloomed for the first time in the 3 years we have lived here. It’s sad we have missed this beautiful display each year because of late freezes. I think the first spring we arrived the trees bloomed (we didn’t live in this house). But coming from lush Maryland this high desert spring couldn’t compare with the one we had left behind. Our yard is quite beautiful in its spring glory.
Some new developments in the Smith home. Zed is walking and Ezra finally decided to play with the counting game I made him for Christmas.

Really? Well, probably not really his first cake. He is the third child after all.

Our friends who live in the neighborhood made these shirts for Zed and I. This was their maiden voyage.

This one is our brown baby. Brown hair, eyes and skin. I’d like to get a shot of all three kids to compare skin tone. Maybe this summer.

Not only is he brown, but he eats just about anything you put in front of him. Green being his favorite color to eat. How cool is that?
FYI, I do not recommend the Safe Sippy (which Zed is holding). It leaks on the floor, leaks in the bag. It leaks, leaks, leaks! They include a plug which can be inserted while traveling, but you have to unscrew the lid, dripping liquid everywhere to unplug the thing. That doesn’t help at all when child throws it to the ground. I’m a sucker for BPA free stuff, but let me be the only sucker who buys this thing!
Ok, just read that they will replace my leaky sippy. Maybe now I can really have a safe sippy that will keep me safely sane!

This is the street where we stayed our week in France. Atop this hill was an old ruin dating back some 800 years. The streets were so narrow, it was hard to believe any cars drove it at all. Our first time driving up the hill, we missed this street entirely since a car was parked at it’s head. I thought it was a driveway, Zach new it was a street… the street. Tells you who has driven in France before.

As we walk down the hill to our safely parked cars we passed two fountains…

one in a little cobble stone square with this on it’s edge…

As we head down the hill the road widens enough to allow some parking. Love the French cars. So tiny.

This is the wall in the parking lot. I wanted to photograph the family here, but every time we were in the lot we were off to some destination… wearing heavy coats. Oh the weather! Too cold!

This is Mary’s favorite door. Was it really that blue? I can’t remember. We may need to collaborate to get the right color balance.

Just a couple from today. Happy birthday to baby Zed is also in order. Photos of him devouring his cake soon to come.

Sweet, even while trying to escape!

We were able to attend church in Toulon and Zach was even recognized… after an absence of 14 years. This guy immediately recognized him and even recounted some stories about Halloween and pizza making. He then went and got the missionary book to find Zach’s entry.

How amazing is that?
After church we visited a town called Bormes-les-Mimosas. This town was to die for. Tiny streets with mostly foot traffic. Beyond the beauty of the secluded corners and the charming “Venelle des Amoureux” this is the heart of the Mimosas festival. I love that in Europe the seasons and plants are celebrated. An entire festival for a flowering tree? When we returned to California I swear we saw Mimosas on the hillsides of So. Cal. Here they are nothing. The blossoms not treasured, or even noticed. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen them all my life and never thought twice about them. Humm.
Here are a few images from B. Mimosas.

View from the ruins.

The girls running.

Some of these are a bit blurry, that come with evening shooting using a point and shoot. The color and texture of the stone caught my eye.

Me.

My cute niece. Don’t judge the focus… point and shoot. Kicking myself that I left the SLR behind that day. So frustrating.

Such a beautiful mimosa tree.

Did I mention it was Valentines Day? Thank goodness we had some evidence of romance on this trip. With 6 kids, there wasn’t much smooching going on.

Just before heading to France Zach had a conference at the happiest place on earth… yup, Disneyland! We went last year while I was pregnant with Zed and had a blast. Such a wonderful place, every worker nice and helpful. No issues or problems and hardly any lines the entire day! It helped that it rained everywhere but Anaheim.

This year we did catch rain, and quite a bit of it. But we still had a great time and the babe and I could go on almost everything. Just the 3 kids and me and it worked great. I used the Moby Wrap and didn’t have to take Zed out except for the Rodger Rabbit ride… which I don’t suggest. Bleh.

The kids went on the roller coasters with Zach that night. He was able to get an evening ticket from the Hotel (they only offer them to conference attendees). When we returned to California we went to Legoland. The rides weren’t as impressive or baby friendly. India thought it was way cooler than Disneyland but she’s a Lego fanatic.

India was chosen to be a Padawan. Ezra was heartbroken. Luckily he cheered up enough to watch India fight Darth Vader. I think it helped that Darth Maul was so close to us. He was super intense and looked exactlt like the character in the movie; yellow contacts and everything. We met Peter Pan and the Fairies and Mickey.

One of the favorites, Small World. I think Zed really liked it too.

This was our room and the staircase and views throughout the house we stayed in on our trip. We stayed with Zach’s brother and his family. He, his wife and 5 kids lived in this 1500 sq ft row house for their 3 month stay in Toulon, France. The house was filled to the gills, 4 adults and 6 kids. But we had our own room and I don’t think we stepped on too many toes. They were probably happy to have their couch space back (it’s tough to share a love seat with all those people) and have more hot water for showers. Thank you so much for putting us up. We had so much fun with you all!
Since our return, my wanderlust has doubled. Once home I received an email from my Slow Food convivia (local group) describing school lunch in France. Here’s a quote from the article:
“no single meal is repeated over the 32 school days in the period, and every meal includes an hors d’oeuvre, salad, main course, cheese plate and dessert.”
Seeing as I have had many discussions with parents, teachers and principal about the length of lunchtime (I think the kids get 15 minutes to eat… if they line up quickly enough to enter the cafeteria). Not to mention the “food” served to the kids. You must read the article to get the full view of the huge deficit our kids have in their food education. In the US, food education seems to come mainly from TV commercials. It’s no wonder kids think the best food is fast food, sugar cereal and yogurt so hopped up with sugar and additives/chemicals it really isn’t food anymore.
Thankfully I’m not the only parent at our school questioning the ethics of school lunches. Hopefully we can build a force to be reckoned with and make some major changes.
Food-in anyone?

We spent a few days with family and the camera came out on one of those days. I only wish I had captured each family member with Zed. That just means we need some family members to visit here in CO.
We had a birthday meal for my mom. The kids had a blast with Aunt Teri’s gifts. Blowing bubbles that could stay intact in their hands and made a huge mess. How could they not love that?
Zed got a turn with each of his Aunts and Uncle. He even ate with Dean.

Aunt Teri has the best hair and jewelry… so much fun to play with.

Then more time outside as the sun set.

Teri, Dean, my kids and I headed to HB after this. Teri’s place is always fun. We hung for a bit, then off to the beach to see what we could get into. Of course Ezra wanted to get into the water. Too, too cold. But we found all sorts of things to do while avoiding the cold ocean. India and Teri were digging for sand crabs… none to be found While Ezra found all sorts of sticks and treasures washed up from the recent storms.


Then Teri got a hold of the camera. After figuring out how to focus the thing she did some amazing things! Here’s proof: some awesome pics of me and the kids. What a treat!

Ezra last night in the tub: “Why does Aunt Teri talk funny?”
Me: “What do you mean ‘talk funny’? Can you talk like Aunt Teri so I can hear what you mean?”
Ezra: “No, I can’t get my voice so crumbly.”
Really, it could have been anything from her surfer lingo to her surfer accent. She’s an awesome surfer chick (not at all like Gidget) and has a blog somewhere… here it is!

Me to Ezra this morning at the front door: “What’s the weather like outside? Is it cold or warm?”
Ezra: “It’s kind of cold and smells like meat.”
Me: “Meat?! What kind of meat?”
Ezra: “Umm, Tom and Jerry meat.”
Whaa??!!
Still unsure what “Tom and Jerry” meat is.

This is us at the HB pier. Teri took a few of the kids and I together. She got a few decent ones that I will share shortly.

This is a sick house. The kids are dropping like flies. I’m really the only hold out. We’ll see how long it takes for me to fall victim to this cold. Hopefully never, I’ve suffered enough already.
I took these because I was trying to figure out why my camera kept taking one raw and one jpg. Some little hands must have found the menu button on the back of my camera.

This is really telling of how life has been in the Smith house lately. Zed hasn’t let me put him down for more than 10 minutes in the past day and a half. He also refused to nurse yesterday. Can you believe he actually took a bottle? I can’t. I wonder if that will stick, then I could have babysitters care for him longer. Oh the possibilities!
Ok, some good may come from all this suffering after all.

Back in November I searched for different homemade gift ideas for India’s school Holiday Gift Fair. I ended up with a ton of cool ideas for the school (some of which were used) and some major inspiration to have a homemade Christmas this year. Basically that meant we gave handmade gifts to our extended family. Some year we’ll only give handmade in our home too.
India decided we should make a doll. I was pretty skeptical but after a Google image search we found this tutorial. It actually looked do-able. I asked her to draw up a design and I would get the materials. I think she turned out beautifully.

We also made a few scarves using the old freezer paper technique. I read the tutorial later and realized they suggested using contact paper on the fleece. Ya, the freezer paper didn’t stay on once the kids began painting. Oh well.
India again came up with the patterns, which were inspired by the lollipop tree song. Ezra painted the green one (his very favorite color) and India painted the red scarf. These were given to a cousin and the kids’ teachers.

I had found this really cool necklace on this very cool blog, Pretty Ditty. I thought these would be perfect for a few of the girls.

There are a couple of other gifts that still need to make it out into the mail. I blame Lulu and their slow Christmas service. But I am still slacking and have a few more stitches to get through before I package everything up. Once they are received, I’ll share them here!

This year I found a really cool game, story dice, online here on etsy and here at The Small Object site. This was perfect for my second grader.

A thin Micron pen (what I used on these) will bleed a little but not as much as a thin Sharpie.
The Small Object set has a page to write the story down. I thought this was a great idea. They also put each picture on the top of the page with the word below to help with spelling. We can all use help with spelling.

Merry Christmas to everyone. I hope this time of year has brought a minute or two of peace. I had some Christmas tub time. Just me and Calgon… oh, and a little baby throwing toys into the tub. We can’t have everything and baby was not having any long naps.
The night before Christmas was great. We have adopted the tradition of eating breakfast for dinner on Christmas Eve. Thanks to our dear friends the K’s. Oh and we had to have a little live Nativity too. India and I had been reading about Christmas in France. We read how many people purchase a new figure each year for their Christmas Creche. I am still on the search for one. We saw how to make a few figures in a book from the library. I think we’ll have to start with a homemade one, since I can’t seem to find one I like… or can afford.
So with the Nativity tradition fresh on our minds this is what our Christmas Eve looked like. We are lucky enough to actually have some family living nearby. One of Zach’s cousins and her family live about 40 minutes away. They came and shared the evening’s traditions with us:

Because we have nothing else to make (haha) I decided we should participate in this year’s Crafty Crow ornament exchange. If you have children who love to create, this blog is chock full of ideas and projects that little hands can do well.
This year’s theme was fairy tails… without any Disney look-a-likes (which I’m very relieved about). India and I worked on these Monday night. They originally were going to be the gingerbread house from Hansel and Gretal, but the ‘houses’ looked more like bridges (“we should make a castle and this could be the draw bridge” as if!). The bridges quickly transformed into fences and our character became the fairy with leaf wings and glitter all over. She paints the glitter, don’t you know. That’s her job.
So here is one thing we have made this season that I can show you!

Here we are.  All Hallows Eve.  This is what we were for the night:

The “Other Mother” from Coraline. Last minute costume.  I freaked out a couple of kids (and Zach), but the rest I think didn’t know what the heck I was.

Spiderman… this was the day before Halloween for the school’s trick-or-treat.  He decided not to paint his face tonight, it itched too much.

India’s creation… Future Girl.

Baby bat.

Lanterns made for the JP lantern parade about 4 years ago.  We need to make more and try to weather proof them too.  I would love to have this to be our Halloween Tree (which is a great Ray Bradbury children’s novelette).

Who’d ever thought that the rumors were true? Ever since we’ve celebrated Halloween here in Denver we’ve heard that typically All Hallows Eve had snow. Trick-or-Treating was done in snow boots. Well, this year we have finally experienced a white Halloween. I think we will use the sled as transportation from house to house.
Last week Ezra convinced me that his teacher said he could wear his costume. So 5 minutes from when we’d be out the door we scrambled to get his costume on… and face painted… and picture taken before things got smudged. Once we arrived to school, he was the lone super hero. No costumes. I did have a memory of someone telling me he could wear his costume. The next day we headed to the library and guess what? Costumes! Yep, that’s who told me that. I need a calendar implant for my brain.  Do they make that??

Uncle Noah is here while Zach is in Australia.  Pumpkin carving was a blast for Ez.  India could do without all the slime and seeds.  Although she did try one of the salted pumpkin seeds I roasted last night.  She shied away from the sweet ones.  She’s not into cinnamon.  Ez called his pumpkin guts “My experiment” and was sad when he caught me sifting through the goo to get to the seeds.  I told him our compost could be his experiment now.  That we’ll add a few apple cores from lunch to it.  He accepted that.

Relishing the goo.

Zed is basically crawling.  He’s been pushing up for about a month now.  When I say up, I mean up.  Downward dog style.  If you don’t know what that looks like, then do some yoga- would ya?  Cute pjs from our friends, just in time for Halloween!

Pumpkin seeds and snow.  Everyone should try it.

Last month we flew to San Fran for a wedding. We had such a blast! We began our trip early Saturday morning, with the entire day ahead of us. We were ambitious and decided to head to Santa Cruz and check out the boardwalk. I had never been there and thought “How far could it be?”. Ha! Too far.
Along the way we drove through Half Moon Bay. I wanted to see what this place I had heard about for so many years was about. Zach’s parents almost moved there and every time Zach visited San Fran he’d head to Half Moon Bay to visit his friend, who’s wedding we were to attend the next day. So we drove through. On the way in we saw so many farms decked out for the fall, I was feeling nostalgic for the East Coast. Nothing looks quite so seasonal in or around Denver (that I know of).
Soon, India was feeling sick. Car sick. We promised to turn off at the next stop. The next stop happened to be a farm with this HUGE hay bale maze.
On the road to the farm, there was this kind of Roman column structure made from hay bales with a huge metal gorilla statue. This preview didn’t disappoint. The place was a fantasy made of hay. So many structures and the maze was to die for. It took us about 45 minutes to get through and the entire time we had a blast. We may have been faster if the kids (and dad) didn’t have to pick up all the bb’s left behind by the teenagers. I’d like to think the guns were only there at night… and the kids had snuck in. Ezra finds bb’s everywhere. It’s a bit disturbing to realize how common they are.

This Trojan Horse is similar to the gorilla we saw on the way up the road.

Just one of the many structures made outside of the maze.

Inside the middle of the maze. We ran into two centers. One had 5 exits, the other had about 8 or 10. There were even two revolving walls that we came across. A very complex, well done maze.

There was no way to see over these walls. The sound inside the maze was pretty strange too. Voices didn’t travel very far with all that hay. When we first entered the maze the kids ran ahead. We soon chased them down and made sure they were always between mom and dad. We did make it out!

Then it was time for a romp in the hay.

Back in the car and off to Santa Cruz. It was a very long drive. The kids slept, complained and asked if we were there yet many times. Once we got there they began making angels in the sand, relishing their freedom!

Then they had to play in the water. It was freezing!! The sun was out, sometimes, and the day hadn’t quite reached it’s full warmth. Thankfully dad reined them in before their clothes got wet.
After spending the day on rides and eating popcorn and drinking slushies, we decided it was time to eat lunch and head to Oakland. I’d like to say the ride back to the city was uneventful and that the kids slept. But, we had a sick kid who was miserable and lost her cookies. Poor girl. I think all the driving, flying, roller coasters and junk had gotten to her. Once she threw up, she was able to relax a bit and we soon arrived to our friends house and her woes were forgotten.
We had a blast staying at Zach’s HS buddy’s home. He has a boy a bit younger than Ez and a baby about the same age as ours. I had fun getting to know their mom and the next day we headed to the farm (the Martian Luther King Middle School garden a la Alice Waters was mentioned, but I wanted to do things everyone could appreciate). It was a great day and we were able to participate in the farm’s fall festival. It was one of those farms run by the city, in the city. It was a beautiful spot cut out from a grove of eucalyptus trees. I was really missing New England and wishing we lived in SF or Mass… either one, please!
Then we quickly got dressed for the wedding and crossed the bridge to San Francisco. The wedding was beautiful, unique and super cool. The day was filled with good music, interesting people and happiness. It was nice to finally meet the family that Zach new so well growing up. I had only met the groom once, when we got married. But I feel like I’ve known him forever too.

On the way. The headband lasted through the ceremony only. All I could expect.

A klezmer band with this screaming clarinet. The vocalist had such a hauntingly strong voice, and she played the castanets. So cool!

The chair dance. Did I mention this couple is not Jewish? Armenian and American. But ya know, I’ve seen couples borrow all sorts of traditions for weddings. And who doesn’t love a rockin’ Klezmer band? And who hasn’t wanted to have a chair dance at their wedding?

India danced with all the cool people. Zed even had fun. Ez was busy running around with the boys. He couldn’t be bothered with music and dancing.

The next day we said goodbye to our hosts and headed to the Marine Mammal Center. It was sad to hear that they had treated and housed more animals by July than the entire previous year. There isn’t enough fish in the ocean due to El Nino plus there was a bumper crop of sea lions that spring. FYI: Did you know that herring and sardines are over-fished not to feed people, but pigs? So either start eating more of those small fish to drive up the price, or eat only vegetarian fed pigs!

The beach just outside the Marine Center. The fog horns were such a beautifully peaceful sound. They could have lulled me to sleep.

Goodbye San Francisco. We love you! This weekend trip was a blast.

In August we had some good friends from Boston come and visit us.  This family lived about 5 doors down from our condo in Jamaica Plain, MA.  Their second child and our eldest would play every week.  We actually had a day when their boy would come to our house and a day when India would stay at theirs.  Of course, they became fast friends.

About 6 months before we moved, we added another girl to our rotation.  Since our move, those two have done almost everything together.  If only we could have stayed!

We were blessed to have this family visit us on their farewell trip across the US in their RV.  They now have 4 children and they will be returning to their home country of Switzerland sometime in November.

When I spend any time with this family I always learn something new; feel energized and inspired.  How could you not be inspired by the Irish flute, drum, and fiddle playing family?  Where the newest ‘baby’ was dad’s accordion?     Oh, and the story of washing their dishes outside, making their own music along side their ancient RV surrounded by retirees in their $100,000 vehicles?  Such adventurers.  Doesn’t everyone long for the freedom to take 3 months and travel a continent, teaching their children along the way?

It doesn’t end there, either.  This mom was the first I knew to order worms for her compost in the basement.  The first to avoid plastic (toys, utensils, anything!).  When I thought buying organic produce was getting me closer to the ideal, she was buying organic cotton.  She always shopped locally before I even had a chance to contemplate the implications of foreign imports.  Her example has helped me think beyond myself and my family when shopping, eating and teaching.  This mom has taught me.  I will miss her example and hope we can make it across the pond to see how this family continues to live and grow.

Well, if you ever decide to open your home for a home tour to benefit a school or something, just know that craziness may ensue. As with the Smith household, there were a few crazy moments. Walls painted, juniper bushes uprooted, bathroom redone. Then there’s the cleaning. Oh, the cleaning. What a big pain.
But really, I think it was all worth it. The school raised $3000!

This is the tile around our tub now. I wish I had taken a before photo. Oh. My. Gosh. it was soooo bad. The tub surround was lovingly called a tiger eye pattern by Anson. The floor was a mix of ceramic tile in a stucco color along with particle board and ugly brown linoleum in patches; some places in layers 10-20 thick to fill in holes around the edges of the floor. The sink was made of the same tiger eye material and the cabinet was rotting and just disgusting. This is what it looks like now. The cabinet Anson made for the tour is a mock-up in birch. Lovely, but I will wait for the final product before I photograph it.

This piece lived in the bathroom and hung horizontally over the sink.  It is original to the home, unlike the other lovely (yuck) pieces that we gutted from that room.  The problem is, we would like to have a towel bar over the toilet, which keeping this piece on the wall wouldn’t allow.  So I got the idea to make it into this.  Anson put in the shelves and I painted it up.  I think it looks very nice in India’s room and fits perfectly next to her closet.

Painting this wall in I’s room may have caused some contention in our home.  It wasn’t on the list.  But I got it done and I think it is perfect.

I was reading about school pictures the other day at Design Mom. She had posted an alternative option where the kids are standing against a brightly colored seamless wearing their favorite dress up or bring in their favorite whatever to hold while being photographed. Not sure how that would go over for kids older than 4th or 5th grade, but the little ones I’m sure love it. It was interesting to read the comments to that post and discover how many people like the trad school photos. Really??!! I mean I don’t even waste my $$. I got the wallet sized prints thinking India would pass them to her friends, but we never did that. She looked so pale, her hair was a mess… I’ll just have to show you. I’m all for messy hair, by the way. There’s something silly about making a kid sit and pose and expecting a good photograph after one frame is shot. The situation demands perfection. The bright, even lighting. The simple, static pose. If your kid has moved after leaving the house and before getting her picture taken, it’s sure to be a bust. Hair needs brushing, clothes need mending. They need a full set with hair and makeup, wardrobe, a stylist, and a wrangler to get a decent photograph. But we never expect perfection from school portraits. Some moms on this blog commented that they felt it was an honest slice of life with the imperfections. But do you really ever see your child under that light, frozen like a deer in headlights? I don’t. My girl never looks like this to me:

In any case, I’m glad I got a chance to photograph my nieces and nephews this year. After this weekend, I will have them all. My sister and her boy are coming for a visit. I hope these can be used as alternatives to the school portrait.
It’s been a great summer. We visited family in Virginia and the Smiths were traveling through Denver on their way to Utah and then to California. I can’t believe we will see all of our nieces and nephews before Labor Day!

We had a couple of days of fun with this Smith family. They all doted on Zed and we enjoyed getting to know our newest nephew, their littlest. He was sooo cute and such a happy kid. I had a great time catching up with my sis-in-law. We shopped at the local Asian market and spent way too much. But I was able to learn a new way to cook cabbage. (Japanese pizza) which I have used several times… even with swiss chard. Yum, I want some now.
Then we left the kids and went on a double date. I love having an excuse to eat somewhere nice in town. This time we went to Steuben’s. I swear that place has lighting from a Mormon chapel hanging over their bar. Good food, great company. We’re glad you all could make it our way.