November 8, 2009

{Baby Kearns}

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We’ve been living with our friends Steve and Sarah since the end of July.  I love eating dinner with them and watching The Biggest Loser with them and having their support while we go through good stuff and bad stuff.   I also love watching Sarah’s belly grow with their first child – a wee baby boy who will join their family in March of next year.

I snapped some photos of Sarah last week when she got home and we realized she’d grown several inches in a matter of a couple of weeks and finally looked really pregnant.  In this one, she’s holding the ultrasound of her little boy’s foot – he’s now as long as a banana!  Absolutely magical.

November 5, 2009

It’s the best kind to be.

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I’ve always been a little clumsy, a little forgetful, a little prone to accidents…

A few months after I met Simon, he invited me back to Chesham to meet his family and friends.  We had Indian food and Chinese takeaways and went to see movies and hung out in the pub.

One night, as we sat in the King’s Arms, he asked me to hold his wallet, which I subsequently dropped, spilling his money and cards all over the dingy floor.  I sheepishly gathered them all up, muttering my apologies.  Later, a bartender chased us down the street with Simon’s credit card in hand.  I was horrified – I’d left it under my chair.  I looked at him apologetically.

“You’re a liability,” he said, with a little smile creeping across his perfect face.  ”But you’re a lovely liability.”

October 29, 2009

I love what you love.

Just when I think I’ve learned all there is to know about marriage…

Ha.

I’m a lover of the way God set up marriage to model his relationship with us.  I’ve seen so many parallels between my relationship as a believer with God and my relationship as a wife to Simon…but it’s amazing that I seem to find a new one on a daily basis.

Simon left for work early this morning, and I’ve been puttering around the house, making coffee, taking a shower.  I just came and sat on our sofa, and found his Bible open to Jeremiah, and the computer with the BBC Football page still open from last night, when he was checking the scores (as he does every evening).  I smiled a little smile and felt all warm and fuzzy inside, thinking about my husband doing the things he loves.  And then I started thinking: I love the things he loves, just because he loves them.

Since we began dating, he has introduced me to bands I’d never listened to before.  Because of him, I now listen to Manic Street Preachers and Ryan Adams and even Antony and the Johnsons.  I watch football (that’s soccer and, by the way, not fütbol.  When English people play it, it’s football.  Gah).  A LOT of football.  And I like Watford, because Simon likes them, (but mostly I like Arsenal).  I’ve also fallen in love with films like Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead, and James Bond and Indiana Jones.  Because he loves them.  And because I love him, I love what he loves.  Things that weren’t appealing to me become beautiful, because the heart I love, loves them.

See where I’m going with this?

It occurred to me this morning, sitting here, thinking about how I love football because Simon loves football, that my relationship with God is like that.  I love Him.  And He loves the poor and meek and broken and hurting.  He loves the orphan and the widow.  He loves the sick and hungry.  He loves Truth, and Justice, and Loyalty, and Compassion.  And if I love Him, shouldn’t I love those things – the things He loves – as well?

October 28, 2009

The joys of womanhood

As if my already substantial collection of feminine hygiene products wasn’t enough, it continues to grow at the speed of light.  You see, although I buy the hush-hush items in bulk, with intentions of waiting six months between restocking, I repeatedly make blunders like the one I made today: out and about with Emily at Reynolda, enjoying tomato soup and cheese biscuits, when disaster strikes.  You know what I’m talking about.

Which means we have to load up the 5-month-old in the car and drive to the nearest stockist of the cursed things (in today’s case, Family Dollar) and dole out $4.35 for yet another pack of Tampax Pearl.  (Sorry Mom, I had to say it).

And that makes box number 4.  I think I’m good till 2012.

October 24, 2009

Tea with the Queen…

…of baking.

My friend Emily (of teaching-me-to-make-sourdough-bread fame) and I get together almost every Wednesday for a play date during which we play, and her 5-month-old Evan watches us from his Soothing Vibrations chair.

Because we both love all culinary pursuits, and take great pride in our roles as Domestic Goddesses, we always incorporate cooking into our hangout sessions.  We also usually incorporate a film, often one set in Europe, because, well, we love Europe.

Last time, though, we just made scones, and had tea like English ladies, and were ever so proud of ourselves all day long, and for several days after because, let me tell you: Best. Scones. Ever.  I’ll admit we were a little intimidated before beginning, but somehow we pulled it off.  Here’s how:

Ingredients

scant 4 cups white bread flour, plus extra for dusting

2 medium eggs, beaten, plus 1 egg, beaten, for egg wash

scant 1/2 cup powdered sugar

1.5 tbsp baking powder

3/4 stick butter, softened

1 cup milk

generous 1/2 cup golden raisins (or just regular raisins)

1. Go ahead and stick all the ingredients – except the egg for the eggwash, duh, and the golden raisins – into a bowl and, using a big spoon, mix for about 5 minutes.  (You can also use a kitchen mixer with a paddle blade, but we’re not that fancy.)

2. Add the golden raisins into the dough and tip out onto a lightly floured countertop.  Now, using a lightly floured rolling pin, roll out the dough to about 2 inches thick, then, using a round cutter – or, if you’re less fancy, like us, a jar – cut out the scones.

3.  Put the scones on a greased baking sheet and brush with the eggwash.  If you have time – and I suggest you make time – chill the scones in the fridge for half an hour before baking.  It helps them to rise straight up in the oven.  Go ahead and preheat the oven now, while you’re waiting.  425 degrees Fahrenheit, please.

4.  Finally, take the scones out of the fridge and brush the tops again with eggwash, being careful not to let it dribble down the sides.  Apparently, if it does, it will hinder their rise in the oven.  But I’m here to tell you there was some dribbling, and it wasn’t the end of the world.  Bake for 15 minutes, let cool for a few minutes, then serve warm.

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English scones are typically served with clotted cream and strawberry or raspberry jam, but as clotted cream is not generally readily available this side of Cornwall, we found whipped cream was quite nice.

How we did it:

1/2 a pint of heavy whipping cream and 2 tsp. sugar for a mild sweetness that goes oh-so-nicely with the scones and jam.  Whip that mess with a hand mixer and then lick the beaters.  Don’t let your baby watch closely, even though you think he’ll like the beating sound.  He will not.

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*Also, half our scones were cheese scones.  All we did was leave out the raisins (please, eww) and add about 1/2 a cup cheddar cheese instead.  That’s 1/2 a cup for half the recipe, kapeesh?  And mix it into the dough with your hands, instead of using a spoon.  Cheese scones are best eaten plain or with a smidge of butter.  But really, do what you want.

**Original recipe from Paul Hollywood’s 100 Great Breads; adaptations by me.

October 24, 2009

What a girl wants

I only chose the title of this blog because I was watching a promo for the Rachael Ray show and the girl who plays Rachel Berry on Glee is going to be on tomorrow, and she was singing the Christina Aguilera hit…

Anyway.

What this girl wants is more of the same.  I feel like I’ve found myself again.  The old Faith is back.  Or is this a new Faith?  Either way, I like her.

She cooks dinner almost every night (from scratch!), and bakes sourdough bread and scones and gives them all away to anyone who happens to walk through the door.  She makes more jewelry and sews baby bibs for her pregnant friends.  She teaches four classes a week and laughs a lot, and watches the Rachael Ray show in the mornings.  She runs (2.5 miles now!) and goes for long bike rides, where she gets really sweaty but mostly likes the feeling of coasting down hills with the wind in her face.

I don’t think things will be just like they are right now for very much longer.  Life always goes like that, in seasons – in ebbs and flows.  But I’m just digging my toes into the sand while the tide’s out, and I’ll let it wash over me when it heads back this way.

October 9, 2009

In light of recent findings

I’ve got things to share with you.  Things I’ve made, things I’ve fashioned with these two hands.

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Have a look-see.

October 5, 2009

How did you find me?

It’s always interesting to see what people Googled that led them to my blog.

Currently:

great smitten (fair enough)

Pizza Hut chocolate dunkers

runner girl *

Michael Jackson died long time ago

Charlie Chaplin

Are these terms you’d use to identify me?  Yeah…me neither.

*As an update, it’s now October, and I can’t run 5 miles without dying.  Or, maybe I can, but I haven’t tried.  I can run 2 miles without dying, so I’m on my way.

October 2, 2009

What do I have in common with Garth Brooks?

My little sister commented on my facebook (yes, this is what it has come to) that I’m due for a blog post.  Indeed, it’s true.  And I apologize to those of you who do check back regularly to see what I’ve gotten into, what I’ve baked, what kind of lesson I’m being taught with the aid of dough and coffee and 18-year-old students misspelling their way to an Associate’s degree.

I’ve had a lot of restless nights lately, with Big Life questions playing on my mind – questions that remain unanswered.  But I hold out hope for answers.  And the Good thing that is happening now, is an answer to a question I asked a while ago.  I think this is how things work with God sometimes.  All that stuff about His perfect timing is true, and sometimes “unanswered prayers” (nod to Garth Brooks) are only delayed.  The answer may not be the one we were looking for, but it’s always the right one, and often it comes in this sort of cycle, later on, when we’ve moved onto another question, an answer we’ve already asked floats in on a breeze, rather than shaking us like an earthquake, the way we imagined it would.

You know those quotes people throw around about “finding your Passion?”  Like that one that goes something like, “Find what makes you come alive and then do that, because what this world needs are more people who have come alive?”  (someone please feel free to comment with the correct wording, I’m too lazy to google right now)  The thing is, I always read that quote and get this knot in my chest. 

What makes me come alive?  What is my Passion?  Writing, yes.  That, I love.  But it never feels like enough, because I think when you’re passionate about Words, you have to be passionate about something else, too, or there’s nothing to inspire the words - nothing to mold them around.

And now, somehow, by accident, my Passions have become so clear that I can’t believe I ever missed them: they are Words, People, and any form of Creation and Design.  Baking and cooking and sewing and jewelry-making and, in general, making things, not for myself, but for other people. 

This news came to me like an epiphany a few days ago, as I spent a day baking bread for my husband and for my friends, and sewing a baby bib for my pregnant housemate.  There is nothing that brings me more joy, that inspires me more than using my hands and my eyes and my brain to create something that will bring pleasure to another person.

I should have figured it out a few years ago, when I realized that my stomach flip-flopped every time I walked into a fabric store – or a grocery store, for that matter.  But, like I said, only God knows when our ears are prepped to hear the answers to our Big Questions…and I think sometimes He holds out on us a little while to make us more hungry – to increase our wanting so that, in its fulfillment, we experience the fullness of His Joy.

September 23, 2009

I’m not the only one who’s smitten.

In fact, there are two other Smitten blogs I frequent and subsequently drool over: one, because everything on it looks so delicious, and the other, because everything on it looks so delicious.

Smitten Kitchen is the first: a food blog by a lady named Deb who cooks up yummy things in her tiny New York City kitchen.  Incidentally, Deb’s latest post is about the birth of her first child, Jacob Henry, which is relevant to me only because everyone I know has a bun in the oven at the moment.  Don’t jump to conclusions, the only thing I’m cooking right now is all the bread you could ever eat.

Second is Sharon Clark’s Smitten Photography blog.  I first became a stalker fan of Sharon’s when I was editing Carolina Bride, and saw some of her photos of a wedding we were covering.  Her work is gorgeous, and I love how she uses photos like this to tell the stories of the couples she photographs.

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I mean, seriously.  Yummy.