Pumpkin Baked Oatmeal

The lows are in the 50s this week in Memphis and so fall recipes are on my brain. This one serves six to eight by itself. If you serve with a frittata or breakfast casserole, much more.

PUMPKIN BAKED OATMEAL
3 cups rolled oats
3/4 cup dried cranberries
1/4 cup brown sugar
2 tsp baking powder
2 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp nutmeg
1/2 tsp ground ginger
salt (several hearty dashes)

1 1/2 cups milk
1 cup pumpkin puree
1/2 cup maple syrup
4 tbsp melted butter
2 large eggs

OPTIONAL
1/2 c. – 1 c. chopped apple
1/2 c. – 1 c. pecans or walnuts

Preheat oven to 350F. Grease a 2 1/2 – 3 qt. casserole dish. Combine the dry ingredients in a large bowl. In a separate bowl, whisk the wet ingredients until smooth and add to dry ingredients, stirring to combine. Pour into dish and bake covered for about 45 minutes (until a toothpick or knife comes out clean.) Serve with milk and/or yogurt.

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This is a quick iPhone shot. I have yet to master food photography while serving. Food is for eating, after all!

(Adapted from The Sweets Life.)

“There’s No Place Like Birmingham”

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It’s bad enough I can leave my house, turn twice, and find my way there, but passing these signs twice a day is adding insult to injury.

“Never Was a Cloudy Day”

You’ve probably noticed, today is the last day of August. This means:

(1) Fall is coming soon! I love cooler weather, leaves changing, apple and pumpkin flavors and basically all autumn has to offer. Lexi is already mentioning Halloween daily.

(2) We survived our first full month in Tennessee, M’s first month working and the girls heading back to school.

(3) I turn 30 this week. My parents are coming for their first Memphis visit. Still contemplating work and the future and being a grown-up in general.

Bring on September.

Now With Mobile Posting Ability

I’ve been meaning to set up wordpress on my phone, but hadn’t found the motivation. Today, it was located, a package deal with a hard drive fail.

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Not great timing, MacBook Pro, but it could be worse, I suppose.

Fun Running

Kate and Lexi ran in their first race today, a one mile fun run. They were pretty excited about it.

Lexi ended up falling about halfway through and scraping her knee and hands pretty badly. But she persevered and finished. I blamed it on her chuck taylors and I think she’s over her initial “I’m never running again!” phase, as long as she gets some new shoes and nike tempo shorts. It’s all about the gear for her.

Kate is hooked, and I hope to start running with her regularly. She’s faster than I am, so I hope I can keep up and stay motivated to do it with her.

Recipe Roundup II

Baked Sweet Potato Fries from Cookie + Kate: pretty good, but my technique needs work, I hate trying to flip baked fries. It would also be nice to come up with the perfect dipping sauce.

Beef & Broccoli from Steamy Kitchen: Awesome, but I expected nothing less (used regular broc b/c I couldn’t find Chinese.) For the record, the only blogger cookbook I own is from SK, until the Smitten Kitchen one comes out, at least :)

Speaking of Smitten Kitchen, Lord have mercy, Brownie Mosaic Cheesecake was so very delicious.

Chicken, Corn & Zucchini Enchiladas from Real Simple: Healthy and delicious! Made twice, preferred flour tortillas. Salsa topping can be skipped.

Grilled Balsamic-Garlic Crusted Pork Tenderloin from Kitchen Confidante: Pretty good, but hard to mess up pork tenderloin, honestly.

Because It’s Tuesday

And Psalm 27:14 is one of my favorite verses of all time, a free printable for you:



[ print up to 11×14 by clicking on the image (jpg) or print this letter-sized PDF ]

After

One of the hard things about serious blog posts is I have no idea what to say next. I should point out that I do feel like Memphis is going to work out for our family, and I really enjoy the people I’ve hung out with here so far. Yesterday I tweeted “Worship + great sermon + lunch & trolley ride with friends = very good sunday. May even get used to morning church.” Those who know me know what a big deal that is ;)

Right now, I’m sick and Lexi is watching Snow Buddies. A truly unremarkable film, but she is in the stage where she loves talking dog and cat movies. So I let her watch them. Anthropomorphism in film has definitely improved since the 70s and early 80s, but the cheesiness abides.

What was your favorite talking animal movie as a kid?

Negativity

In my moving malaise, I am in a negative stage defined by pouting and proclivity to annoyance. Which, frankly, makes me annoyed with myself. We have moved before, and it has been hard, but it’s different this time around, more complicated. Self-awareness doesn’t make it any easier. I know that I can’t hit the fast forward button through these months, I have to struggle through and endure them. And I know that I will learn and grow as I struggle through what may be a difficult season for me, but what is not the end of the world as we know it.

No one can do it for me, and I can’t just pull myself up by my bootstraps and make it better. What I can do is trust that God has not forgotten me, that he loves me and cares for me. And, moreover, that I need him, in spite of my self-awareness and the “manageable” size of my problems, I need rescuing from my doubt, self-pity, failure and poverty of spirit.

“Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.” –Martin Luther

First Day for Lexi

Look out kindergarten, here comes Lexi! Alexine, I will always think of your K4 year with Mrs. Farmer as your first year of real school, but that doesn’t make this year any less of a big deal.

I know that you will work hard, so I pray that you grow in wisdom and humility as you learn. I pray that you will love well and show kindness to your classmates. I hope that you have fun, lots of fun.

Never forget that your momma loves you, and you can always come home to me.

The Tiger’s Wife by Téa Obreht

The Tiger's WifeThe Tiger’s Wife by Téa Obreht may have been the most anticipated debut novel in years. In no small part because Obreht was named by the New Yorker last year as one of the Top 20 writers under 40, at the tender age of 24 (a list they will probably publish again long before she hits 40.) And so when I received an advanced reading copy of The Tiger’s Wife, I wondered if I would be saving it for my grandchildren and bragging about my first look at such an important piece of literary fiction.

Narrating the story is a young doctor named Natalia, who learns of her grandfather’s death while on a humanitarian mission to vaccinate children in an orphanage now across the border from her home and tend to any pressing medical needs. Her nation has just suffered a bloody civil war and her memories of her grandfather and the war intermix with her story of dealing with the aftermath.

The novel is filled with the spirit of such authors as Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Salman Rushdie with lovely folklore and magical realism. Like others who write in the genre, the style is wandering and occasionally confusing. I had to really concentrate to comprehend what was going on in parts.

The writing is lovely and there are moments of true cohesion where everything is working together and it almost took my breath away. But then there are large parts where I felt like I was enduring to get to another good part. Maybe it’s a little too broad, a little too wandering, a little too literary.

The Tiger’s Wife is receiving the praise that many projected years before publication, and Téa Obreht became the youngest author to receive the Orange Prize this June. She is an exciting young writer and I hope she continues to grow and develop and improve upon this solid beginning.

4 of 5 stars. [I received a review copy of the book from its publisher, which in no way influenced my opinion.]

First Day for Kate

Here’s to a lovely first day of second grade, Kathryn Lilia. May your new class bring you sweet friends and may you grow in wisdom and knowledge just as fast as you outgrow your jumpers.

I hope you always love to learn, even if you don’t always count down to the first day with so much glee and anticipation. I hope you continue to love well and encourage others, even when it doesn’t feel very cool to do so. Remember who you are and where you’ve been. I am so proud to be your mom and I can’t wait to see your story unfold.