Showing newest 13 of 15 posts from 06.07. Show older posts
Showing newest 13 of 15 posts from 06.07. Show older posts


running pregnant

I went for a great run up the snake this morning with Alice. I can't seem to get enough of the spring gulch trail this summer. So, today I write about how I take issue with people who keep exclaiming with utter shock and concern, "you are still running while you are pregnant?!" Yes. I am. And I do not see pregnancy as a disability. I recognize it can be for some women, but, come on people. For the vast majority of breeding ladies out there, pregnancy is just different from not being pregnant and you learn how to deal.

I am running a half marathon in two weeks and it will be really different than any other running race I have done. It is different because I have nearly 50% more blood in my body, I have gained seven pounds on the front torso of my person, I am more cautious with dehydration and injury and mostly, because instead of running to beat my last half-marathon time, I am running to be healthy and happy for this growing bug in my tum.

Ever since we saw the avocado-sized being headbanging in my uterus a few weeks ago, I totally picture bug rocking out when I run. I saw what happens when I laugh--because Andy and I couldn't stop laughing when we saw this miniature person on a miniature screen. When I laugh, bug dances. So when I run, it must feel like krumping or cha cha.

And, it is recommended that pregnant ladies exercise and keep up what they have always done unless it doesn't feel good (duh). Running is great for me and I love it and I feel great and I am not fragile.

Alice was really tired after our run. But she was still wagging her tail. >


dinner date with a hip homemaker

On Thursday night, I hung out with my friend, Amy. We had a progressive dinner with the entree at her house and dessert at mine. So, I packed my orange, uber hip bunny tote (that I made in a class at Selvedge Studio) with two Sierra Nevada Pale Ales and two non-alcoholic St. Pauli Girls (I think this the best na beer but am sure there are better ones and would adore suggestions) and walked the three and a half blocks to her house.

Amy made pizza on the grill and it was fab. Fresh dough grilled on one side and then you put your toppings on the grilled side and put it back on the grill with the other side down. Le Petit Outre, the best damn bakery in Montana, makes pizza dough you can buy fresh and raw and this is what she used. As you can see in the picture, one pizza is much larger than the other one.....look closely. Amy let me put my own toppings on and as my friend, Pam, would say, "well, you are eating for two!" Yes, mine is the huge one and I ate it all.

Then we walked back to my house for strawberry mousse. A recipe I found on Food & Wine. Which, by the way, is a fantastic resource for recipes because you can search by ingredient. For example, I have an abundance of peas and lettuce in my garden and I did a search for those two ingredients together and got a ton of unique and interesting ideas for ingredient combos.

So, it was a great night. The day was a scorcher at 96 degrees on my bike ride home from work and then a steamy rain came down for about four and a half glorious minutes. Following the rain, the musty, clean, herbaceous smell was to die for. So was the non-alc beer, pizza, mousse and company. It is summer.

The Strawberry Mousse Recipe:

1 pint strawberries, hulled and quartered
3 tablespoons sugar
1/2 cup sour cream
1/2 cup heavy cream

  1. In a medium bowl, sprinkle the strawberries with the sugar and mash lightly with a fork until the strawberries have exuded some juice and the sugar begins to dissolve. Let macerate for 15 minutes.
  2. Strain the juice from the strawberries into a bowl. Whisk the sour cream into the juice. In a medium bowl, whip the heavy cream to soft peaks. Fold in the sour cream mixture. Gently fold in the strawberries. Refrigerate until chilled, at least 20 minutes. Spoon the mousse into bowls.
**I wish I had whisked the heavy cream longer....the mouse has excellent flavor but a bit too runny.

what gives

I have been looney this week. Example: Monday morning. I am feeling all productive getting a mailing out for work. I print out all the letters, hand address the envelopes and then stuff and seal. I realize I have not signed the letters and have to open them all to sign and then readdress envelopes, restuff, reseal. I realize that the letters are incomplete; they say, "please join us for these upcoming events:" and then my closing salutation. So, I reopen, reprint, resign and restuff. Again, I forgot to sign two.

The day before I had to check my calendar because I wasn't sure if it was 2006 or 2007.

I feel as if I am moving through honey with mittens on.

My question is, Which of the following is afflicting me?
a. pregnancy
b. blue moon
c. mercury in retrograde
d. saturn return
e. too much on my mind


on a beautiful Missoula morning

It will be hot today. This morning is perfect. I woke up starving which happens a lot lately as I am with child. The critters who live with us are so happy on a morning like this and were all begging to have their photographs taken. Photos from top to bottom: Begonia, Bell Pepper, Olive, Bull Blood beet, Alice, Beaverlodge plum tomato, Sam, Zucchini and my new favorite flip flops.


survey anyone?

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entrepreneurial potato

Yesterday, our family went up the Rattlesnake for a run (bug and me) and bike (Alice and he). Then we came home to a full day of yard work. It was so satisfying. We celebrated our ten year anniversary with dinner at Scotty's followed by a walk with Alice.

I was turning my compost and discovered an entrepreneurial tater outside the pile. She had settled in and started reproducing. I haven't grown potatoes before and I know Andy's grandpa Lewie says they have to be planted by Easter, but this potato is eager. It was in full shade and not even buried. So, I read up about potatoes in my Master Gardening manual and The Vegetable Gardener's Bible. I don't' know why I bothered to read about it because I am experimenting with something completely unrecommended. The red potato is organic so I don't have to worry as much about it as I would a store-bought, non-organic potato. Did you know that non-organic potatoes have chemicals on them to prevent sprouting? It can cause major disease if planted. Or so I hear.

Anyway, I planted her in a pot in the middle of June and neither of these decisions are endorsed by either of my sources. I figure it deserves a chance after demonstrating such determination to live.

the greatest pancake recipe in the universe

I am serious about the title of this entry. I have been searching for a pancake recipe that is hearty, not too sweet and the perfect combo of fluffy an dense for years. I made this recipe for my book club on a recent camping trip up Bass Creek. They confirmed my love of these cakes.

If you are like me and never have one ingredient in your house and are looking for alternatives, this is a great website that gives suggestions for ingredient substitutes. For example, I never stock buttermilk, but I can use 2/3 plain yogurt and 1/3 water and get the same result.

The secret to these irresistible johnnys is the cold butter cut right into the batter. My man adds more butter to his, but I prefer peanut butter and real maple syrup. Sometimes a touch of my favorite plain yogurt. I made them this morning and they were not very photogenic, so I wanted to take an action shot of Andy imbibing but he wasn't feeling photogenic either. Hence, the torso pic.

Makes 16 small pancakes:

1 cup whole wheat flour
2/3 cup white flour
1/3 cup rolled oats
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
2 tbsp. brown sugar
1 tsp salt
2/3 stick (5 1/3 tbsp) unsalted butter, cut into small pieces
2 1/2 cup buttermilk
2 large eggs, beaten

Combine dry ingredients in a largish bowl. Add butter and cut into dry ingredients with a pasty cutter until it looks like sand with some chunks (I can never get it to all look like sand.) Make a well in the center of the flour-butter mixture and add the buttermilk and eggs. Stir until incorporated.

Heat a griddle over medium heat (you may have to grease surface although remember there is butter in the batter). Ladle the batter onto the surface to form 4 inch cakes. Once bubbles form on the top of the pancakes, flip 'em. Cook on the other side for about two minutes.

If you don't want to use all the batter at once, it stores well in the fridge for up to three days.


prego tum

In response to requests to see my growing belly:

bees and peas

I harvested my first bowl of delicious, perfect peas last night, the eve of the first day of summer. I wanted to document one of my favorite moments so I set the bowl atop a fence post in my garden. Instantly, a wasp was harassing my precious peas and I looked at the blue glass telephone dealie I had removed to make room for the peas and sure enough, I was dealing with an angry mama. I very carefully and not so gracefully ran to the post and replaced her precious nest.

So, I feel extra pressure to enjoy today being that there is 15 hours and 53 minutes of daylight and it is completely gorgeous outside and I am going into work late. So, why am I on the computer? exactly.



My garden is full of texture and color right now. I am about to have one of the greatest joys of the gardening season: the first harvest of sugar snow peas. Lettuce is still going off and I am happy to be having a group of friends over this evening indulge in greens in my backyard.



It is rainy day in western Montana. The carrot, zinnia, beet and basil seeds I put in last week love it. So I decided today is a good day to think about making some art since I am in a show in like three weeks and have felt completely lame about making anything for a really long time. I am sewing tiny 2 1/2 in square pillows. Don't yet know what the installation will look like but I am trying to just make art and not feel like every single decision needs to be conceptually perfect. Tiny pillows.

Then I decided to switch to craftiness which rainy days also inspire. And
since there is a tyke (whom I call bug) on the way and I have been purchasing onesies for pennies at garage sales to avoid contributing to the baby consumption clothes mania obsessed culture (why are new baby clothes even made anymore?)...exhale...I got crafty with the onesies. Today I post about spiffing up stained, used onesies.

I got this great vintage fabric from my mom and saw a bird-like shape I cut out.

I cut out similar shapes of HeatnBond and placed them on the wrong side of the fabric, shiny side up and ironed for two seconds.

And then I peeled the paper off. The glue is left on the fabric cut-out.

I ironed the fabric cut-out on the onesie (opted for one shape instead of two as the design took over the tiny item of clothing.)

I hand-stitched on little bird legs and sewed around the edge of the bird body with a straight stitch. This means the edge of the bird body will fray with washing and I am fine with that...kinda like plumage. If you want a no-fray situation, use a zig zag.

voila. I did a spunky ant too.

updated garden

Everything is thriving. I planted too much lettuce but have found many takers...the Rouge D'Hiver is beautiful but disappointingly bland. Peas are about to be ready! My man's fave. In the last few weeks, I planted squash, tomato, pepper and basil plants and sunflower, zinnia, purple basil, carrot and more beet seed (I found seed that germinates up to 85 degrees!). I pulled all the arugula and radish and we are still eating them.

I still have a sunny patch above the Rouge D'Hiver that I will use...dunno for what. And the dreaded west fence line that doesn't grow a thing. I was thinking of getting crazy with impatiens but have since fallen out of love with that idea.


bitterroot backpack

Two weeks ago myself and three girlfriends hiked into the Twogood Cabin in the Bitterroot. We got a late start and started the six-mile trek into the cabin at about 6:30pm. The mellow trail was saturated with every Montana wildflower and native plant you can think of. We hiked through the burn, dense forest, open pasture and rock fields. Thankfully we made it in through the moose territory just as it was getting dark and the unbelievable expanse of stars were waking up. We were greeted by an adorable cabin on a darling creek and a bucket full of maggot-infested mice floating in water. It was perfect.

Chelci made burritos and Sara took the foul mouse bucket outside. We slept on "cots" that were really wooden planks that must have been reinforced with rebar. We didn't sleep that well especially with all of our guard dogs on high alert.

The next morning was gorgeous. Breakfast, strong coffee, great jokes (Anne: What do you call a psychic midget on the lam? A small medium at large.) Sara buried the mouse funk (see picture with stick and yellow bucket.) We hiked up and up and up to some beautiful falls (can't remember the name..bitch creek or something). It was blue and sunny and hot. We hiked in pairs, alternating the groupings so we all got equal time with each other. The dogs ate snow. The falls were maybe the biggest I've seen next to Niagara but we couldn't get very close. Maybe that is why they are called Bitch Creek...cause it's a bitch that you can't see it very well...

That night we were tired and hungry. Ate a yummy meal, watched my girls enjoy IPA ( I stole a few sips), crashed. Hiked out early the next morning and just missed the deluge.

After a weekend of belly laughs, happy pooches, the freshest air you can imagine and twenty-two miles under our belts, we were ready for Monday morning at work.

We all brought stellar food. Sara gave us her recipe for this very healthy, very dense and very delicious trail bread from her days as a camp counselor:
350 degrees, 23 -30 minutes

2 1/2 cups white flour
2 1/2 cups whole wheat
2 1/2 cups oat flour
1 1/2 cup corn meal
3/4 cup bran
1 T salt
1 T baking powder
3/4 cup dry milk

Cut in 3/4 cup veggie oil

Mix separately and add to dry ingredients ( whip until honey is dissolved)

3/4 cup honey
1/2 cup molasses
3 eggs
2 1/4 cup water

Press or roll out into greased huge pan. Score to make it easier to break apart. Take out of pans immediately to cool or it will dry out. Freezes well.

The photos: hiking in; nasty mouse bucket; a plant that looks like dill…any ideas?; aren't we adorable?; our cabin sans mice; will have to look into this one, Alice, Howdy and Dentist; yarrow; Chelci the dog whisperer; Anne and Chelci filtering for the hike; me; fairyslipper; Chelci on the creek; will have to look this one; prairie smoke.

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