• About
  • Recipe Index
  • Daddy Oh

an everyday life

an everyday life

Author Archives: Janell

It’s My Party

25 Sunday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in Life at Home

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

Birthday, Leslie Gore, Sunshine Lollipops and Rainbows

Do you remember that old sixties song sung by Leslie Gore — the one that began “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to…?”

Well, today was my official family birthday party.  My daughter Kara worked behind the scenes for over a week to bring everyone together and asked Amy to honor us by bringing the birthday cake.

Amy's Fabulous Carrot Cake

Amy's Fabulous Carrot Cake

Amy bakes the best cake.  It doesn’t matter which cake that steady girlfriend of my oldest son whips up.  If Amy’s involved, it’s guaranteed to be a taste delight.  When Amy hosted September’s Moveable Feast, she baked a three-layer Carrot Cake.  And I told Kara then that Amy’s Carrot Cake was the best I’ve ever eaten.  What I didn’t know was that I had just placed my birthday cake order with Kara and Amy.  Those girls…

Well today, the lovely cake was here and Amy was here and my sons were here and my husband’s parents were here.  But not Kate and Kara.  They both called in tears —  too sick to come.   Kate decided half-way here that she better turn around; poor Kara never made it out of the garage.  Kara left her sick-bed to get ready for the party, but realized early in the process that she was worse than she had known.   

I felt bad for Kara.  Imagine planning a party and then being unable to come.  I hated Kara’s absence more for her than for me.   So as a consolation prize – because that’s what Moms do — I prepared Kara a little care package of  fresh rolls and broccoli-cheese soup and a generous hunk of Amy’s Fabulous Carrot Cake and some of my husband’s delicious home-made Cinnamon Ice Cream.  And Amy and Bry dropped it off on their way back home.  And while I missed seeing both girls, I was really glad that they stayed home to take care of themselves.

And the party was so lovely, though I confess to being more than a tad embarrassed that I’ve milked this birthday for all its worth.  But certainly not enough to cry about it.  Fasting through lunch gave me plenty of tummy space for an undainty portion of Amy’s cake and my husband’s ice cream.

So now this milked-it-for-all-she-was-worth birthday girl is all smiles.  I’m so happy that it makes me think of that other Leslie Gore song of the sixties that I liked so much — Sunshine Lollipops and Rainbows.

Blog_09_1025_2

Max and Me Admiring Amy's Cake

And what do you know.  Just like everything else, this song is right at my internet fingertips.  So I dedicate this Leslie Gore song to Kara, for all her hard party planning work.  And to Amy for a great tasting cake.  And to my husband for making ice cream.  And to the boys and Grammy and Papa for helping me celebrate.  And to Kate, for sending me birthday wishes without germs — and her promise of a belated birthday lunch soon.  I look forward to it honey.

Because of you and you and you, “my life is sunshine lollipops and rainbows'”…”everything that’s wonderful is what I feel when we’re together.”

Simple Hospitality

24 Saturday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in Life at Home, Mesta Park, Soul Care

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

Everyday Life, Life Cereal, Life Lessons, Mesta Park, OKC Dining Out, Soul Care

Last night we completed our first season of Moveable Feasts, where once a month, we take time to convene family around a dinner table.  As the name suggests, this family feast is on the move; it has places to go and food to taste with our only constant being the group of familiar faces gathered together.  

Blog_09_1024

February at Mesta Park: Maddie shines as "Hostess with the Mostess"

Each month the host changes — each of our children and their mates, plus my husband, his mother and I take turns playing host.  This adds up to ten months of moveable feasts, with two months off in November and December, when the holidays naturally bring us together.  This year we’ve eaten our way through one brunch, two lunches and seven suppers, involving two home-cooked meals and dining out at seven restaurants across the Oklahoma City area and one old saloon in Okarche.  It was a strange stew of Italian, Indian, Cajun, Brazilian, Chinese and mouth-watering Southern fried chicken.  

It was my idea to do this, my way of  bridging the widening gap between my best dreams — having all my chicks home every Saturday night in my Mesta Park nest — and my worst nightmares — never seeing the faces of my flown-the-coop children again.  But unexpectedly, what began as a gap closing measure may have turned out to be better than my best dreams.  Because no longer am I slaving away in the kitchen to feed eleven to fifteen hungry appetites.  No longer am I in charge of aligning the moon and the stars in hopes of gathering six family units together at the same time and place.  And best of all — no longer am I in charge of resolving that age-old question:  What should I fix for dinner?

And guess what?  Just like that old Life cereal commercial that sprang out of the 1960’s, which featured little Mikey and his skeptical-of-Life big brothers — just like Mikey who faithfully tried and liked his bite of Life  —  my family tried the Moveable Feast and… they liked it.  They liked it so much that they are ready to do it all over again.  It may take us different places perhaps, but always with the same faces — and the possiblity of one more if my son Kyle is so moved.

This year’s final act was to write down ten months on a napkin, tear them into pieces and take turns drawing.  And so goes life and the lessons it brings, even if it’s just relearning the same old lessons; home-spun goodies like the simpler the bettter and hospitality begins at home.

But being the contemplative that I am, I ponder now on what personal lesson I gained from this spiritiual exercise of letting go.  Ultimately, of course, it’s a who-but-God-knows.  But for now, perhaps it’s this simple:  When I relax my grip to release my best dream, I open my hand to receive the best that real life has to offer.  One bite at a time.

Broccoli-Cheese Soup

23 Friday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Kitchen, Life at Home

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

Broccoli-Cheese Soup, Cooking, Everyday Life, Heritage Hills, Home Tours, In the Kitchen, Overholser Mansion, Soups

Guests will be descending into our neighborhood this weekend because, once again, it’s time for the Historic Heritage Hills Home & Garden Tour.  This annual treat offers an inside peak of six private historic residences and the Overholser Mansion with one ticket — the cost is $12 in advance — $15 at the door of any property on the tour.  While Saturday promises to be clear and sunny and Sunday its dreary rainy opposite; the tour will be fabulous no matter what.

Three years ago, when my husband seemed to be taking up residence in Asia, my daughter Kara and I ventured out into a cold rainy Sunday to experience our first Heritage Hills tour.  The rain kept most visitors away that day; but being right next door so to speak, the two of us bundled ourselves up to brave the elements.  Just like an undeterred mailman carrying out his unofficial oath, the weather was not going to keep either of us from our appointed rounds.  But unlike the mailman, we did choose to drive a car rather than travel the short distances by foot.

A few wet hours later, we arrived home in awe, with visions of what historic living could become in its best state.  Truth be told, I also came home a little intimidated.  At that point, I had a month or so to get  my own historic house ready to receive guests as part of Mesta Park’s Holiday Home Tour.  And having just moved in a few months earlier, my house was a mass of painting projects in progress.  Yet the tour did its work in inspiring me toward completion; and in Kara, it sowed a feed seeds that two years later, had her and her new husband living in a historic home of their own.

In awe, we also came home to thaw.  Wet, cold and hungry, I began rummaging through my freezer and cupboards for something quick and nourishing to eat.  My eye lighted on a small bag of frozen chopped broccoli and the staple of storage bags full of  frozen chopped onions and celery, a time-saving tip passed along years ago by my Aunt Jo.  Encourages, I opened the refrigerator to find I had Velveeta Cheese, whipping cream and butter; and my cupboard also proved to have plenty of chicken broth.  It was a mental check, check, check.  Turing around to Kara, I said, “It looks like we have all the ingredients on hand to make a quick Broccoli-Cheese soup.”

This soup has been a family favorite for years, ever since we first tasted the signature soup of Apple’s Way, a little tea room in Lake Jackson, Texas.  My version of the soup is adapted from a recipe of another tea room of my life that once held court in Eureka Springs.  I’m grateful to have their collection of recipes –Victorian Sampler Tea Room Cookbook — that while no longer in print, may be available in a secondary market.

Sitting at the counter that cold October Sunday, Kara watched me like I once watched Mom whip up a miracle meal out of nothing so many times before.  From freezer to table in thirty minutes, we were soon eating our simple but hearty supper with a few saltine crackers.  Whether rain, or sleet or gloom of night, you’ll find this soup just right.  From my life to yours.

Broccoli-Cheese Soup

Serves 4
 
4 Tbsps of butter (1/4 cup)
1/4 cup flour
One quart of vegetarian or chicken broth
1/2 cup diced onion
1/2 cup diced celery
2 cups chopped broccoli, parboiled, then pulsed fine in a food processor (can be cooked in a microwave instead of using stovetop)
16 ounces of Velveeta Cheese, diced 
2 cups of half & half
Fresh Ground Black Pepper

In a bowl, prepare broccoli and set aside.  Sauté celery and onion in butter in a large sauce pan over medium-low heat, until soft and translucent. Next, stir in flour to make a roux, cook for a minute…. then, slowly add broth, continuing to stir until smooth.  Finally, add parboiled, chopped broccoli.  Simmer for twenty minutes.  Reduce heat to low, melt cheese, then add half & half and fresh ground pepper until just mixed.  No salt is usually necessary, but taste before serving and season to personal taste.  Serve with crackers.  Or quiche. Or even a sandwich or salad.

← Older posts
Newer posts →

“Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? — every, every minute?”

-- Thornton Wilder, "Our Town"

Enter your email address to receive notifications of new posts.


prev|rnd|list|next
© Janell A West and An Everyday Life, January 2009 to Current Date. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given.

Recent Posts

  • Queen of Salads
  • Sweater Weather
  • Summer Lull Salads
  • That Roman Feast
  • Remodel Redux
  • Déjà vu, Déjà Voodoo
  • One Good Egg

Artful Living

  • Fred Gonsowski Garden Home
  • Kylie M Interiors
  • Laurel Bern Interiors
  • Lee Abbamonte
  • Mid-Century Modern Remodel
  • Ripple Effects
  • The Creativity Exchange
  • The Task at Hand
  • Tongue in Cheek
  • Zen & the Art of Tightrope Walking

Family ~ Now & Then

  • Chronicling America
  • Family
  • Kyle West
  • Pieces of Reese's Life
  • Vermont Digital Newspaper Project

Food for Life!

  • Elizabeth Minchilli in Rome
  • Manger
  • Once Upon a Chef
  • The Everyday French Chef

Literary Spaces

  • A Striped Armchair
  • Dolce Bellezza
  • Lit Salad
  • Living with Literature
  • Marks in the Margin
  • So Many Books
  • The Millions

the Garden, the Garden

  • An Obsessive Neurotic Gardener
  • Potager
  • Red Dirt Ramblings

Archives

Categories

  • Far Away Places
  • Good Reads
  • Home Restoration
  • In the Garden
  • In the Kitchen
  • Life at Home
  • Mesta Park
  • Prayer
  • Soul Care
  • The Great Outdoors
  • Writing

Meta

  • Create account
  • Log in
  • Entries feed
  • Comments feed
  • WordPress.com

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use.
To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy
  • Subscribe Subscribed
    • an everyday life
    • Join 89 other subscribers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • an everyday life
    • Subscribe Subscribed
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar
 

Loading Comments...