Mom and Dave had quite a unique experience yesterday, moving an American Bald Eagle from the Raptor Recovery Center near Elmwood back to her home at the lake. The story began last April. Mom and Dave, along with their neighbor Rich, a conservation officer, kept close watch on a sick eagle near their house. After [...]
Archive for August, 2009
16 Aug
Sunday project
Last weekend, my mom and Dave sent home about two bushels of Roma tomatoes from their garden. I stashed them in the fridge last week and canned them today. It took far longer to prepare the tomatoes than it did to actually can them. I began by blanching them in boiling water, then dumping them [...]
13 Aug
Summer supper
Lately, I have been looking for main dish recipes that don’t involve a lot of starches, and I thought this one for Balsamic and Tomato Roast Chicken was particularly pretty. Plus, it made use of the eggplant Bryan picked up from a co-worker, and—of course—basil. Ava and Bryan, though, were not pleased. Bryan picked through [...]
11 Aug
Sunday storms
We left my mom’s house mid-afternoon on Sunday, and we found ourselves intersecting an impressive looking line of thunderstorms north of Salina. We managed to slide between two small cells, avoiding all but a bit of rain. We stopped for gas outside of Manhattan. Had we waited much longer before resuming the trip, we would [...]
11 Aug
More fun at Gramma’s
These photos come courtesy of my mom, who was busy entertaining my children while I napped this weekend. The girls played in the sprinkler and wading pool, and went for many walks with my mom. They came across a sailboat down the lane that Ava found particularly interesting. Dave whipped this slide platform out the [...]
9 Aug
A weekend at the lake
Mom and Dave welcomed us for a short visit this weekend. As always, we made the most of the peaceful locale: we played golf, slept in, took long naps and let Mom handle Olivia’s 2 am wake up calls. Mom and Dave spoiled us–not only with round-the-clock childcare–but with fabulous food and a gorgeous view. [...]
6 Aug
Martini fail
In an effort to make use of a ridiculous number of cucumbers, I decided mix them with . . . vodka. I realize this sounds like something you might do after cocktail hour, but this was before I’d actually had anything to drink. I vaguely remember having a cucumber martini somewhere–maybe the Blue Velvet in [...]
