Feel Good Post: 12.12.12

Today I wish you all to feel good and to celebrate The World Day of Interconnectedness. It's a day to be together with your family, friends,  and be in harmony with yourself.

Today we had a lovely walk with my friend Lisa and her Mom

Tall grass along the sidewalk

A friendly holiday decorations...

Pine tree...

and cherry tree in bloom, today! 

Isn't this snowman cute?!

We run so our goals in life will continue to get bigger instead of our belly
(rephrasing Bill Kirby)

HoHoHo! It is the season!

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A few family photos... 

Our son, a.k.a. teenager

Teenager after soccer (for the rest of the world football)  practice 12.12.12

Our daughter

Daughter: self portrait 12.12.12 via iPhone

Us 12.12.12 (ignore the look)

Thanks to the Internet and phones, our family connected today...

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Back to Feel Good photos...

"Did I miss something? tell me, tell me!"

"I don't eat fish, how many times do I have to tell you?"

"Any gifts for me? No? Oh, you better hurry!"

"You may think I am sleeping, but I am watching you.
And yes, I am very comfortable..."

"I am coming down, wait, wait!
Yes, I washed leaked my paws. What's for dinner?"

"Didn't I tell you I don't like fish? Oh, they are not my dinner? Whew..."

"What's then?"

Holiday greetings

As we were walking, I lifted my head: high up in the sky there was a little dot... with zoom in it became this picture. It made me smile. 
We are indeed interconnected on this Planet... And it feels good! :)

See you,
Marina

"Wake Up!" Polenta Muffins

If you are like me, intimidated by all things  baking, this simple, quick and easy recipe would turn you into a baking addict (to a degree).
Making this muffins is very easy, just a few basic ingredients mixed together. And how quick? Before you know it a 12 beautiful muffins come out of the  oven and put a happy smile on everyone's face in your home, including you, on any given morning, or evening, if you like... 
Not convinced? Well, it takes longer to brush your teeth than to mix a batch of this muffins. I timed... :)

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"Wake Up!" Polenta Muffins

Ingredients:

• 1 cup all purpose flour
• 1 cup fine polenta
• 1/2 stick butter (4 tablespoons/60 gram), melted
• 4 tablespoons olive oil
• 1 cup buttermilk
• 1 teaspoon kosher or sea salt
• 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
• 1 tablespoon sugar (or 2-3 tablespoons if you like it sweet)
• 1 tablespoon minced cayenne pepper (or 1 tablespoon minced jalapeno pepper)

Preheat the oven to 375F (190C) and prepare a muffin pan. 

Melt the butter, take off the heat and add olive oil. Set aside.

Whisk together all dry ingredients, except baking soda.

Mix together buttermilk and baking soda, add it to the butter and oil, and mix well.

Add butter mix to the bowl with dry ingredients, and stir to form a batter. Do not overmix! 

Pour the batter into the muffin pan, and bake around 18-20 minutes, turning the pan 180 degrees half way through the baking. 

Muffins are ready when a wooden stick (toothpick, small skewer, etc.), inserted in the middle of the muffin comes out dry.

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I tested this recipe many times with different proportion of polenta and flour, and ratio 1:1 works the best: not too dry from the corn, and not too heavy from the flour.
I also tested different fats, including lard (my favorite), but because good lard is hard to find (I made my own lard to use in this muffins), and store bought has so many additives, I did not include it in this recipe. However, if you come across good lard, that has only one ingredient listed, which is... yes, lard, I encourage you to try it. You can use 60 grams butter and 60 grams lard, or just lard. The result is "melt-in-your-mouth" muffins. 
What's in the name? Why "Wake Up!"? That is easy: the amount of spicy cayenne, added to the batter would wake up any sleepy head in the morning. I use fresh minced cayenne pepper, with gives a nice kick with every bite, and brings you to a reality from your dreams... :)

See you,
Marina

Something to Think About...

Let me elaborate the whole story behind my journey to Seattle and back. As you know, on a lovely morning of October 18th we left this little town because I had a job lined up for me in Seattle. It was decided that the teenager and I would go there, settle down (to a degree), and in eight months the husband would join us. It sounded as a perfect plan, but on that morning I didn't feel any excitement.  Something was squeezing my chest real hard, and no deep breath would relieve it. 
I blamed the tiredness from  packing, yard sale, all emotional things that came with moving. However, four days of driving through a beautiful terrain of South, West, and Pacific Northwest did not make it easier. 

Upon our arrival to Seattle I was smiling, hugging and happy to see my daughter, our friends, the city that is our home away from home. But that squeezing in my chest never went away. 
From the road I called my friend Lisa, and pour in her ear all my feelings, that I was afraid to share with anybody else. Once she said to listen not only to my mind, but to my heart too. Easier said than done as my heart was a mess during my trip, and load of mixed emotions filled it. Which one should I listen to?

My first day at work was Wednesday. It wasn't a new-new job for me: two years ago I worked there, and I loved what I was doing, and I loved people I worked with. I was lucky to get back not only to the same office, but same team and same boss, who is one of the best bosses I've ever had. 
So that Wednesday morning, after completing an usual HR routine, I went to a mandatory training off sight. I was welcomed by smiles and hugs,  but despite happy emotions I was ready to cry. To be polite I forced my lips into slight smile, even though my eyes could show some horror in it. What I saw in that room was scary to me: almost all my coworkers behind their smiles had a great deal of tiredness in their eyes and signs of exhaustion on their faces.
When I came to the office, the usual semi-introduction took place: getting my cubic, assignments,  transferring cases, and more smiles and hugs from co-workers. When I walked through the office I was struck by a thought: what I see now was me two years back, and soon it would be me with tired eyes and exhaustion on my face. "Am I ready for that? And do I really want to do it?" - were two thoughts that came trough my mind for a split of the second, shamefully erased by  words: "responsibility", "must", and etc.

That night, when I came to my daughter's apartment, I cried. I cried so hard that my kids got scared and called my husband. They said to him that they've never seen me crying like this. I think, they never seen me crying at all.  After long, weeping (on my end) talk to my husband, I had a not too long, weeping again (and again on my end), talk to my kids. It was clear for them (not for me yet), that I don't like the job anymore, hence I should't do it. My daughter said that they want their mother (me in this case) to be happy. Then teenager added: "there's nothing wrong to change your mind. It is much worse to get stuck with something that makes you unhappy, and  depressed". (Oh dear, when did my kids grew up?!) At this  moment I stopped crying and  stretched my lips into some form of smile. Then they both added: "Make up your mind, just don't cry. Whatever you decide to do, we'll support you."

That night wasn't easy, thoughts kept me awake, and a tear or two wet my pillow now and then. What was the right thing to do? Was it to listen to my heart (for the first time in my life), or to be a responsible person as I always was and to do it because I must?
The moment I sent an e-mail to my boss, I felt as a huge weight a size of a mountain fell off my shoulders and the squeezing in my chest disappeared as someone pooled a cork and  relieved all the pressure. I heard people describing such moments, but never before experienced one myself. It was the moment when the inner peace and calmness replaced the racing in panic thought "what if..." 

Taking that job was a rational and financially comforting decision to make, but it didn't fit my emotional "bill" anymore. My heart doesn't care much about the money or luxury, but it does care about my family's well-being, a doze of happiness now and then, my personal development, that I put on hold by making only rational and logical decisions all those years. 
I have no regrets for changing my mind whatsoever; every mile of that journey was taking me through the transforming experience. It feels as my mind and heart have synchronized, and now it flow in the same direction... 
Don't get me wrong, our life is not an even and paved road: we have our challenges, road bumps, detours. Nevertheless, as Marilyn Monroe said: "keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.” 

See you,
Marina

P.S. I have no formal (or informal, for that matter) education in English (click here and here to read more). If you see a mistake that bothers you, please,  send me a friendly note to my e-mail (tomatomarina@gmail.com)

Panini: Mozzarella Caprese, and Other Things...

Panini Mozzarella Caprese

There's nothing better for me than a warm cheesy panini on a December cool/cold hot day. Yes, you have it right: we have an area's record high temperatures for December: today it was over 80F (27C). I made kale chips last night, having oven on  for just 10 minutes, and we wanted to turn AC at night! 

Panini: Sauteed Eggplants 

Don't hate me, but the weather is just gorgeous. Not for cooking though. In the kitchen I have to make something really quick, panini quick. I've been making sandwiches every day with different ingredients. I love it all, however my all time favorite is Mozzarella Caprese. I can't just have enough of it. 

Ingredients for Mozzarella Caprese

NOTE: If you remember, a little over a month ago we (me and the teenager) were moving to Seattle. Yes, we did. But the job didn't work out for me, and we came back to Arkansas for the remaining seven months before my husband graduates from his medical residency. More on "why?" and "What happened?" I'll post some other time, when I am ready. The whole experience was extraordinary yet a bit tiring. We I drove over five thousand (5,230) miles, plus all the stress and decision making involved kept me pre-occupied for some time. 
We still moved to another apartment from our big townhouse. I miss my big kitchen...

Panini: Grilled Portobello Mushroom and Eggplant
with Mozzarella and Pecorino Romano cheeses with kale salad

Next seven months are our transitional time: the husband is looking for a job, getting his state license, teenager is working on his college application. 
Many things are going on at the same time, which fills our time from 6:30 AM to 10PM, and making the time to fly: I realized that I haven't posted in a week! 
Bare with me, and if you don't hear from me for too long, send me a note.:) 
I still have some photos and a few note worthy places to share from that road trip...

Sunset...

See you,
Marina

Grand Marnier Apple Pie

Grand Marnier Apple Pie...

Have you had enough pies over this holiday weekend? We didn't. We never have enough pies. If I decide to feed my family only pies for a whole year, which is 365 days, then on 366th day they would ask for more. Filling is the key, and each member of my family has their favorite: our kids love pumpkin pie; husband and I melt from an apple pie (I think we fell in love over an apple pie), my dad has his tooth set for a cabbage and egg pie, and mother can't have enough of potato-mushroom pie. But we don't eat pumpkin pie year round. Although pumpkin filling is readily available canned at any given time, cravings for it becomes obvious only in the fall and early winter. The filling for the pie changes with the season and by the time we had enough of cherry and blueberry pie, we all are ready for pumpkin again. 

Over the weekend I made this simple pie with a gourmet touch of Grand Marnier. Don't worry about the alcohol: it evaporates during baking, leaving only it's gentle flavor.

Keys to happiness... :)

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Grand Marnier Apple Pie

• 1 sheet puff pastry (store bought)
• 4-5 apples (I used red and green), cored and pilled (optional), and sliced
• 2 Tablespoons Grand Marnier
• 1 lemon (juice and zest)
• 1 Tablespoon good honey
• 1 teaspoon sugar (optional)

In a large bowl combine sliced apples, lemon juice and zest, and honey. Mix all ingredients well and refrigerate for 30 minutes, shaking the bowl a few times for even flavor distribution.

Preheat oven to 355 F (180 C).

Roll puff pastry and  cover the 9 inch pie dish, then cut the excess of the dough.

Add the filling and decorate with the remaining dough.

Sprinkle a little pinch of sugar over the top (optional) and bake 30 minutes or until the crust turns brown, rotating dish 180 degrees half way through baking.

Serve warm or let it cool (if you can wait that long). 
I love apples in this pie: baked to the bite, not mushy.

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I didn't have a chance to play with props, lights, etc.
By the time I had it all ready this slice was all that left... :)

Note: I was thinking if I should post this pie and photos as it is not one of those state of the art pies with fancy rims and beautiful tops. It is just a simple pie made for the family dinner, and I decorated it with love. But then I thought: how many of us have time and patience on a regular weekday night to play with the pie crust? I decided to share. 

What do you think about this pie's appearance?

What is your favorite pie filling?

See you

Marina

On a Goat Trail

Thanksgiving holidays gave us four days of togetherness, lovely family time, and celebration with our friends. 

Early Thanksgiving morning we took a little road trip to visit our friends Ginger and Bob, and our goats-friends. Forty minutes drive took us through a beautiful country side.

Upon our arrival, Ginger offered a walk with her goats.

Let me introduce you Miss Hadley... 

 I could never say "no" to such graceful invitation...

Goats are very intelligent creatures: 

 they took us to our first stop:

the persimmon tree, one of their favorite treats.

Bob knocked off the tree one of the ripest and most delicious persimmons I've ever tasted. 

Hadley and other girls enjoyed their "persimmon" stop...

Another gourmet stop along the way: apparently, those red leaves don't just look beautiful...

Hadley's having some "me" time...

Back on the trail...

we found some pecans...

and girls found some "berry" tasty treats...

We met this confused cow. I wonder: is she confused about her twisted horns (see, one horn is twisted up, another- down), or the hikers on the trail?

Ginger and Bob: happy family and happy goats...

Upon our return from the walk Hadley went to check out a feeder,
but was taken aback by the view ...

 only for a moment...

When we were driving back home, the husband said: "No wonder that milk tastes so good..." 

Nothing more, nothing less...

That tasty milk makes a delicious cheese too.

Dill goat cheese on rye bread

Happy friends and happy goats made another family Thanksgiving happy. 

She is definitely next American Goat Model! :)

Thank you, Ginger and Bob, 

and thank's to the girls!

See you,
Marina