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Finding Your Spirit in the Kitchen Sink
by Susie Cortright, HYPERLINK http://www.momscape.com
It felt like my nerves were scraping against one another.
It had been one of those rare nights in which everyone had
gone to bed at a decent hour and woke up at just the right
time. But I felt jangled and all tossed up inside. My eyelids
felt like sandpaper and all I wanted to do was crawl into a
corner, draw my knees to my chest, and crack open a thick,
meaty book, not emerging again until I had turned the very
last page.
But it was Wednesday and the girls had other plans - as they always do.
"Mommy, Callie is getting bigger." Cassidy offered.
"Yes, she is honey."
"Mommy, I said 'Callie is getting bigger."
"She sure is, honey."
"Callie, Callie, Wallie. You are getting bigger," she
sang to the tune of "I'm a Little Teapot."
Normal conversation sounded like shouting, and Cassidy's
everyday make-it-up-as-she-goes-along songs seemed way too loud.
I had exhausted everything in my arsenal. I have written
enough "soul snacks" HYPERLINK
http://www.momscape.com/soulsnacks
to have published a new one every day for more than a year,
but those little things that never fail to revitalize my
spirit had all, well, failed.
My favorite soul snack, and one that always works, is to wheel
the kids through the rural Rocky Mountain valley that surrounds
my home. A summer stroll straight uphill always gets my heart
pumping, my legs burning, and my mind re-centered on joyful
mothering. But not today. My everyday panacea was cut short
by a nasty, from-out-of-nowhere hail storm.
After a mad dash over the river and through the woods
back to our little cabin, I tried another favorite method
of returning my mind to the place it should be.
I tried to sink into the presence of my girls. To be grateful
for their spirit and their presence by simply focusing on being
present with them. There's something about my five-month old that
always does it. Callie has reached that magical age at which the
only thing she needs on this green and blue rock - beyond the
occasional squirt of milk - is to look up at you and see a smile.
When she does, her arms and legs start to pinwheel and her
face sends forth beams of energy that can only be defined as
pure joy. This is no garden-variety grin. What she offers is
not so much a smile as it is an "explosion of face." I challenge
anyone to stay in a blue funk after looking at that for 15 minutes.
It always works. But not today.
Today it is Cassidy who is eliciting such an expression from her
sister. Callie is in her swing while I find some dry clothes.
Cassidy has decided the mechanical swing isn't doing it. She
helps to push.
"That's pushing too hard, honey." I try to keep the sharpness
that I feel in my head out of my voice.
The swing bumps the wall behind. "Cassidy, she doesn't like
that!"
That's when Callie erupts in giggles.
My credibility is shot. So are my nerves.
"Into the car." I say. "We're going on an adventure."
may sound exciting - and it's meant to - but it's just
code for "We're leaving the house." And I hadn't yet
decided where we'd end up.
We pull into the parking lot of Mommy's Special Place.
A place they've never been, though they've seen me enter
it enough times as they continue on to the park with their
dad. This is the place reserved for my occasional weekend
retreats into those thick, meaty books.
It is one of those rare coffee shops with a man behind the
counter who is friendly enough to know your name and tuned
in enough to know when you don't want to chit-chat.
When we get there, he gives Cassidy a huge cup of cherry
vanilla Ben and Jerry's, which melts before she eats it.
The spoon leaves a sticky pink trail as it travels from
the cup to the table, up to the window, and into her lap,
somehow not making it anywhere near her mouth.
I mop the drips with a Kleenex while bouncing Callie, who
is a little bored after her sticky-fingered sister finds
diversion in a four-year-old who has taken to bouncing up
and down the back stairs.
Now I know why I haven't taken them here before. This is
my place (a place I hope I'm still welcome). So we climb
back in the car. I start to drive slowly. Maybe they'll
nap. Nope.
I unload them into the house. What now? My husband and
relief pitcher won't be home for hours. That's when I
spot my sink. Several of the moms on the More Energy
for Moms - HYPERLINK
http://www.momscape.com/energy
Support Boards tout the merits of the Flylady. At HYPERLINK
http://www.flylady.net the Flylady
offers
a helpful system for getting your home organized and
orderly, thus stamping out domestic CHAOS, which is
Flylady-speak for Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome.
The first chore in Flylady Land is to clean your kitchen
sink. The theory is that a shiny sink will give you a
sense of accomplishment, even amid your clutter. The
Flylady says, "When you get up the next morning, your
sink will greet you and a smile will come across your
lovely face."
That's a pretty tall promise, but what have I got to lose?
Out come the bleach, Comet, Windex, scouring pad, toothbrush,
and rubber gloves.
"I want to help," Cassidy says, climbing on the counter and
grabbing for the sponge. I mutter something about this being
a Mommy Job and march her over to watch a self-made tape of
her new hero: Dora the Explorer. Callie goes down for some
"tummy time."
Then I scrub that sink until it shines. After 15 minutes,
it's as though the silly thing comes alive and winks at me.
And a smile does come across my face.
Maybe it was the 15-minute break afforded by Dora the Explorer.
Maybe it was the ability to put both my babies down and focus
on a project long enough to see it through to its completion.
Maybe it was this part of the world, however small, that I
could control with a scouring pad and some hot water. But
it had some kind of spillover effect to the rest of my day.
In retrospect, I'm really not sure what possessed me. My
sink wasn't all that dirty and the last thing I wanted to
do on a day like this was clean. But, of all things, cleaning
my kitchen sink cleared the air in my little cabin that day.
I've said many times that finding delight in your role as a
mother is dependent on your ability to take care of yourself.
It's about easing yourself down from the curtains you've been
climbing because no one can do it for you. It's about pushing
yourself to be mindful amid tasks that so easily lend themselves
to mindlessness.
And I never thought I'd say it, but there are days when time
spent scrubbing your kitchen sink is time spent honoring yourself.
You know you've found such a task when you can once again feel
yourself settling into that core of joy. The place from which you
radiate grace and love and light straight from your soul into the
soul of your children, the way mothering was meant to be.
This is a reminder that practicing self-care isn't about booking a
cruise or a day at the spa. It's about finding the re-centering tool
that resonates with you at this very moment, and staying attentive
for the cues that point you toward the right one.
The right tool for today will be different than that of yesterday.
It's up to you to hunt for it, and to delight in the search.
About the Author:
Susie Cortright is the founder of Momscape.com, a website devoted to
helping
busy women find balance, HYPERLINK http://www.momscape.com
Susie also helps other moms elevate the ordinary to the extraordinary in
her
work as a scrapbooking instructor for a rapidly growing direct sales
scrapbooking company, which offers high commissions, second-to-none
support,
and low monthly minimums. Browse her online catalog here: HYPERLINK
http://www.momscape.com/scrapbooking/catalog
Or get more information on how you can build your own scrapbooking
business
alongside her: HYPERLINK
http://www.momscape.com/scrapbooking/business.htm
Anchovy Steak
Categories: German, Steak, Beef, Grill
Yield: 4 Servings
4 Beef filet steaks
2 tb Oil
3 oz Butter
8 Anchovies; washed
8 Pitted olives; chopped
Lemon juice
Salt & pepper
Combine olives & anchovies with butter, lemon juice & pepper. Stir
steak in oil & quickly grill on each side; season with salt & pepper &
serve with olive mixture.
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COOL CUCUMBER PASTA
8 ounces tube pasta
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
2 medium cucumbers, thinly sliced
1 medium onion, thinly sliced
1-1/2 cups sugar
1 cup water
3/4 cup vinegar
1 tablespoon prepared mustard
1 tablespoon dried parsley flakes
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon pepper
1/2 teaspoon garlic salt
Cook the pasta according to package directions; drain and rinse in cold
water. Place in a large bowl; stir in oil, cucumbers and onion. Combine
remaining ingredients; pour over salad and toss. Cover and chill for 3-4
hours, stirring occasionally. Serve with a slotted spoon. Yield: 8-10
servings.
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Classic Tamales with Red Sauce Categories: Pork, Chilies, Bacon, Mexican, Sauces
Yield: 12 Servings
1 c Classic red chili sauce (see-below)
1 2-pound pork roast
Dried corn husks
6 c Mesa
1 c Shortening
2 1/2 -(up to)
3 c Meat broth
MMMMM RED SAUCE
10 Dried New Mexicans (chilies --not folks!)
1 md Onion; chopped
2 Cloves garlic; chopped
2 tb Bacon drippings or veg oil
1/2 ts Ground cumin
3 c Water
Cover the pork roast with water, bring to a boil, reduce the heat, and
simmer until the pork is very tender and starts to fall apart, about 2
1/2 hours. remove the roast and save the meat broth. With 2 forks or
fingers, shred the meat finely.
Combine the pork with the chili sauce and simmer for 15 min, adding
more water if necessary. Soak corn husks to soften. Mix mesa with
shortening and meat broth and knead to the consistency of a solid
dough.
To assemble: place husk in palm, with point towards wrist. Spread the
center of husk with 2 tablespoons of mesa dough and top with 1
tablespoon of meat. Fold sides of husk toward center, then fold the
bottom and top and tie with thin strip of husk. Put 2 cups water in
the bottom of a large kettle, place the tamales on a rack, and steam
one hour for each dozen tamales.
Red Sauce: (I added 1+ teaspoon dried ground habanero -Rick)
Sauté onion and garlic until tender. Roast chilies on baking pan at 200
deg F for 5 minutes. Remove stems and seeds. Puree all ingredients,
with 1 cup of the water, in blender. Stir in remainder of water. Bring
to boil, reduce heat and simmer for 1 hour.
From: Carla and Rick Finis, Recipe from the Whole Chili
Pepper Book, Heat Scale: 5, Yield: 2 1/2 to 3 dozen.
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Version
HOI SIN PORK RIBS
3 lb. pork side or back ribs
1/2 cup hoi sin sauce
2 tbsp. rice vinegar
1 tbsp. liquid honey
4 cloves garlic, minced
1 tbsp. ginger, minced
1/2 tsp. hot pepper flakes
1 tbsp. toasted sesame seeds
2 green onions, chopped
1. Cut ribs into 1 rib portions. Place in large pot and cover with
cold water. Bring to a boil and skim off froth. Reduce heat, cover
and simmer until tender, about 20 minutes. Drain.
2. In bowl, combine hoi sin sauce, vinegar, honey, garlic, ginger and
hot pepper flakes. Arrange ribs on foil-lined rimmed baking sheet.
Brush with half the sauce. Roast in 425 F oven for 7 minutes. Brush
with remaining sauce, roast until browned and slightly caramelized,
about 7 minutes. Sprinkle with sesame seeds and green onions.
Notes: I got a little scared by the short cooking time they give for
ribs so I increased the time -- I simmered for a half hour and roasted
for 10 minutes each time I coated the ribs with sauce. For me, it was
still a quick and simple dinner, but made me feel a little safer.
And, talking about safety, I added the green onions when I added the
second coating of sauce to the ribs.
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