Dreaming From Scratch

Living the dream, starting with nothing.

Setting Sail with Homeownership

Ann and I have finally done it!  We have purchased our first piece of real estate property.  The home is a duplex, so we will be able to live in half and use the other half as a rental space.  The sellers were great and helped to pay for residing and re-roofing on the house.  This certainly increased the value on the place much more than the share Ann and I paid for.

We have some renovations planned and are excited to get started.  Of course the weather has just iced over here, so outside projects will have to wait.  Curb appeal is clearly lacking!  There are a number of inside projects as well, so we are anxious to get moved in.  Hopefully we will be able to make some of the interior improvements while there.

Living the Dream, Buying a house!

A huge plus is that we will be able to have our dog living with us.  Right now he is vacationing at Camp Grandma’s.  Ann misses the big puppy quite a bit and will be thrilled to be able to take him back with us after a visit.  I’ll need to do some repair on the fence in the back yard, it currently extends 3/4 of the perimeter.  Plus I plan on destroying the grass in the backyard for garden space.  ( A couple 4′x8′ sections of it at least)

The house closing was the day right after Elaina was born, so it was a very busy week.  Right now we are just waiting for the current renter to finish packing and moving.

My Own Superwoman

I just wanted to make a quick post to let you know how great Ann is. She has done spectacular in recovery since the baby’s birth. She is operating at full steam and looking great! We’re working towards our goals and making some progress. We’ve still got a long way to go, but with Ann around, I feel unstoppable.

This is Ann a couple days before giving birth. Strong as an ox!

Last farmers market of the year - Huge Crowds!

Here she is exactly a week later. Two days after giving birth and strong as a bear!

Ann 7 days later and 25 pounds lighter!

I’m really proud of you Ann!

Proof of Murphy’s Law, Part 5 – Destroying Gardens

This last summer, Ann and I have been thoroughly and diligently working to test Murphy’s Law.  Anything that can possibly go wrong, will.  Turns out that it holds true.  While laying havoc to and abandoning a garden isn’t as devastating as a botched moving job or negotiating with wackjobs, it is still a saddening blow.

In January or February, Ann and I decided we were going to plant a garden for the summer.   For a couple of weeks in the middle of winter we were excited about growing our own food.  We researched everything from USDA growing guidelines to soil types and picked out all types of seeds.  We had dragon carrots, strawberry spinich, bullseye beets, silverfir tomatoes, superfastgrowing broccoli, other heirloom and traditional seed varieties, and a shovel full of dreams.

In early March we ordered everything, spending about $55 on the seeds.  Now our gardening patch was only 7′ by 11′ so space was at a premium.  I sketched everything out on a piece of graph paper.  The rows were spaced a mere 6 inches apart to maximize use of space in order to grow more plants.  This decision was an average of the minimum requirements on each plant – some determined legitimately by the seed producers and people in the know, while others… well, they came from me and my ambitious but unrealistic mind.

At the end of March the seeds arrived.  Soon Ann and I had planted seeds in a couple of egg cartons and paper milk jugs.  Our table looked like a school child’s science fair project.  Very diligently we were watering and caring for our little babies each day.

That’s when things started going downhill!  Ann and I decided to plant on a day when we had too many other fires to put out.  Ann wanted to wash the dog, bake a delicious cake, and go on a picnic.  I still had to do another pass turning the soil.  I worked on that and decided to get started planting.  I just couldn’t wait to have all those arm loads of fresh produce that I cultivated myself. Read More…

Darling little girl!

We’re shouting it from the rooftops – the most wonderful little person has finally arrived.

Elaina Maria was born at 12:38pm on October 14, 2010. She weighs 9lbs 9oz and is 21 inches long. Big baby!

Elaina Maria

Our Elaina, one minute old

She was due October 7 – waiting those last 7 days was excruciating, both physically and emotionally. I tried to be positive, but I was filled with anxiety. Though Todd tried to calm me, I was mostly inconsolable. Practitioners don’t like to see pregnancies go past 42 weeks because the placenta starts to age and be less effective (among other complications). So when the morning of October 13th arrived and Elaina had not, I knew that I would have to schedule an induction.

I am terrified of inductions. My mother was induced with my older sister and had a bad experience that nearly led to a hysterectomy (in which case I wouldn’t exist!) Furthermore, I knew that the drug they use, Pitocin, often makes contractions too strong for the mother to bear unmedicated. I wanted a natural birth, so I was afraid of the pain.

At my October 13th appointment, I reluctantly scheduled an induction for October 19th. Then I went home and cried. I walked 2 miles. I indulged in some comfort food to take the edge off of how miserable I was. She was heavy, hurting my back – every time she turned was quite painful. That night at abut 11:00, Todd and I went out to try to walk away my tears and fears – and also to get some cider. At 12:30 or so, Todd went to bed. I stayed up and stretched a little bit.

When I finally decided to lie down, about quarter to 2, I did one last stretch in bed to ease some hip pain and crack! I heard a loud popping noise that appeared to come from between my legs. I hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Sure enough, my water had broken!!!! I yelled for Todd to get in there. He sleepily drug himself out of bed after the third or forth solicitation.

“Todd, look! My water broke!”

“It did?”

“Yes, look at this! And it’s still coming!”

“That’s great, Ann…”

And then he slowly lumbered off and crawled back in bed. Not the reaction I was going for. Read More…

Darling little goat!

I have a problem. I chronically underestimate the importance of a camera. Luckily, my father doesn’t. As part of our wedding gift, he gave us a video camera. Then a few days ago, he insisted on taking me to get a new digital camera for baby pictures. I am very excited about it, and I hope you enjoy the flood of photos and video I’ll be sharing when our little princess comes.

Over the last year, we’ve filled the video camera’s original memory card. Last night we changed it out to make space for the impending baby videos. However, before stowing it safely away, we enjoyed reviewing the footage.

This video is from our first visit to Becker Farms, and watching it really renewed my excitement about having our own little farm! The video is of me seeing a miniature goat for the first time. It’s not a baby, it’s just really tiny.


Big Trucking in a Big Rig!

A couple of weeks ago I drove across the country to reclaim the possessions and artifacts that Ann and I have accumulated.  The drive was just a little over two days in a rented u-haul truck.  I stopped in Chicago for a night to stay on a friend’s couch.  At 5:00 am I had to get up to move the truck to a different parking spot, and then at 7:00 I had to go put money in a meter.  I should have hit the road at that time, but I was super tired.  The friend had some other friends over and we told stupid jokes for hours into the night.

Luckily it was a smaller U-haul truck so it wasn’t that difficult to drive, but I did have problems with the blind spots.  Plus I felt silly parking in the truck section of all the rest stops.

Can you spot my big rig?

Driving across the country alone sounds stressful when you plan it, but when you actually make the drive it’s a lot easier than you would imagine.  It gives you so much time to think, plan, and reflect.  The big drawback is you forget everything because you can’t easily take notes of your thoughts and epiphanies.

It is so nice to have everything (almost everything, this apartment is small) back in our lives.  Especially our cookware and books. After three months on an air mattress, the bed is wonderful!  Having the ‘moving company‘ be so terrible at their work has kept us from taking everything for granted.  It is so much nicer to have everything available.  Now if only I knew where Ann put everything.

When life gives you carrots…

My mom and I stopped by the Bismarck farmer’s market last Sunday (in the K Mart parking lot – so odd). We bought ourselves some zucchini, eggplant, and GIANT carrots. Look at these beasts!!  I put a stick of butter in the shot for comparison. Giant CarrotsSo what do you do when life gives you such a beautiful, raw, nutritious vegetable? Well, I don’t know what you do; but I add sugar, flour, and cream cheese because carrot cake is the best! The recipe I used called for two cups shredded carrot. It only took one carrot to get all I needed. Do you know what that means? I can make five more cakes!!

Shredded carrot

Doesn't it look healthy? Not for long!!

A few minutes of measuring and mixing, an hour of baking, an excruciating hour waiting for it to cool, and the all important frosting later…

The cake!

Notice the Button's pumpkin!

It is sooo good. Come over and eat it! (You’ll have to move quickly, though. I’ve already eaten two big pieces.)

A piece of cake

It's so pretty!

Something is wrong with Todd, though. He doesn’t like carrot cake. I think he must have defective taste buds. Oh, well. More for me:)

Soup and a Biscuit

A few days ago I made my favorite fall meal – butternut squash soup – and served it with homemade biscuits. The soup was OK; the biscuits were amazing.We had them with a bit of my strawberry jam. Turns out it isn’t burned after all! Woo hoo!

It was the first time I’ve made the soup without following a recipe. This is a major step for me. Though I don’t break out the cookbook for everything I make, I need to feel very confident in my knowledge of a dish before I’ll attempt it on my own.

Todd is completely the opposite. He hates recipes. To him, the kitchen is another place for adventures. As a result, his victories are much sweeter (when he gets it right, it’s really right); but sometimes the results are less than desirable. We won’t talk about those…

My downfall on this soup was quite simple. I got creative and added some ground cloves. That is a strong spice! I think in the right proportion it would have added complexity and spiciness. I overdid it, and the squash was overwhelmed.

I have another butternut on my counter. Looks like I’ll have to try again. Here’s roughly how I made it.

Roast 1 large butternut squash for 2 hours at 275. Make sure to rub the whole thing with butter and a bit of salt.

Meanwhile, sauté 1 large onion and a couple cloves of garlic in a bit of oil. Once they’re softened, add 6-7 cups of homemade chicken stock. Bouillon powder or cubes aren’t as good. Too salty. If my vegan friends were visiting, I’d make a vegetable stock and that would probably be even better.  Bring the stock to a simmer.

Scoop the roasted squash out of the shell and plop it in the simmering stock. Add salt, pepper, a touch of nutmeg, ginger, and ground cloves. But not too much! Salt and pepper are pretty forgiving (don’t dump in the whole shaker and you’ll probably be fine). Maybe 1/4 teaspoon of the nutmeg and ginger and 1/8 tsp of cloves at first. (Unfortunately, I started with about 1/2 tsp cloves, and there was no going back.) Taste it and add whatever you think is missing. Todd would encourage you to add something totally random. Like chili powder. [[Todd's Note: I don't know about chili powder.  Just keep in mind you have to eat it and add what you want!]]

Blend the soup until smooth. I am lucky enough to have a stick blender. Before I had that I had to transfer the soup in batches to a regular blender. That was awful and messy, but totally worth it if you love butternut squash soup.

I think the soup is much better when it is savory than sweet. I’ve tried it both ways, and the latter tastes like baby food. Butternut is a very sweet squash, so the key to making it savory is increasing the proportion of stock to squash, using a large onion and plenty of garlic, and going easy on the nutmeg and ginger.

I added a couple tablespoons of cream to my bowl at dinner. I wish I could say it was awesome, but those darn cloves! I’ll let you know how it turns out next time.

Oh! I almost forgot. The biscuit recipe is here. They were perfect.