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i promise have not run away…..i’ve been SICK

tissueboxclipartalright, i know….the pain has been almost unbearable and i’m sorry – i miss you too. i have not run away; i’ve been super sick. it sucks, i do realize this. especially when i have been coughing my frenzied brain off for two weeks now while taking care of a house full of hungry children, a tall husband and two dogs!! i am however on the mend of healthy so i wanted to tell you all that i have my little red book ready with tons of cough syrup induced blog post ideas that i cannot wait to share with you all. happy wednesday everyone!

-heather

did someone say delicious? i’ll raise your delicious and add a little cabbage to that

cabage recipe pinterestandblog copyThe BEST cabbage recipe on the planet……

this is my first recipe submission into the blog world and i am so super excited to be able to share it with you. back story? i know you like the back story, so i’ll give you a little insight. i’m 31 years old and i have never eaten or made cooked cabbage. i said it. i know….i should be ashamed of myself and i was until two weeks ago. there i was sitting at home with the children, doing the mom thing and PING goes the light bulb over my head, “i’ve never had cooked cabbage before, ever”. this was in fact WILD to me! see, i LOVE LOVE LOVE food. i love to look at it. i love to cook it. i love to eat it. i love to read about food. i just love food over and over again. so when this epiphany came to me, i was blown away just like you probably are right now. i mean, me of all people not had cooked cabbage. that fact obviously did not stick because i have come up with the best cabbage recipe on the planet.

you say you don’t like cooked cabbage? well, i promise not to give you the green eggs and ham  speech, however…..if my children have fifth helpings of it, then i must be doing something pretty darn delicious in my kitchen, okay. all i ask is that you squawk and gawk at my lovely recipe pictures i actually took time to click. and the steps in which i have come up with to share this yummy in your tummy cooked cabbage recipe.

what you will need recipe cabbage

 

 

 

  • fresh parsley
  • fresh head of cabbage
  • 1/2 cup of butter
  • one bouillon cube
  • 3 cups of water
  • dash of salt & dash of pepper
  • a big pot & lid – cabbage
  • a small pot & lid – broth
  • stove (i had to add the stove in there…ocd and all)

alright, so we have our list of needed items to make the best cooked cabbage on the planet. let’s get started.

cabbage recipe parsley

 

 

 

 

 

step 1:

pick a couple handfuls of parsley bunches and set aside.

take the 1/2 cup of butter and melt it in your pot on medium high heat

cabbage recipe boiling water

 

 

 

 

 

step 2:

pour the 3 cups of water into the small pot and turn on high heat

*you can add a few pulls of parsley if you’d like, i did

cabbage recipe cabbage and parsley

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

step 3:

cut the fresh cabbage head into 6-8 sections.

place the cut cabbage sections into the big pot with the melted butter

then add the pulled parsley you had set aside in step 1

cabbage recipe boullion cube

 

 

 

 

 

step 4:

place your bouillon cube into the small pot of boiling water and stir occasionally until dissolved

meanwhile, sit/mix up the cabbage and parsley in the big pot with the melted butter. keep the heat on medium low to medium high

*make sure to keep the lid on the big pot of cabbage while it cooks

cabbage recipe bouillon water

 

 

 

 

 

step 5:

your bouillon cube should have be dissolved

pour the broth from from the small pot over the cabbage and mix together

cabbage recipe steam it

 

 

 

 

 

step 6:

replace the lid to the cabbage pot and put the heat on simmer

the cabbage should simmer for about 30 minutes and then it’s show time

cabbage recipe eat it

 

 

 

* just add a little salt and pepper to taste and there you have it…..delicious cooked cabbage

-heather

sand between my toes grows and grows…

we all know that everyone of us has been to the BEACH at least once in our lifetime. i grew up traveling to the Florida beaches every summer as a child. i remember the long car rides, the stops at the gas stations, picking up a bag of white cheddar smartfood popcorn, a soda and a pouch of big league chewing gum. and then when we finally made it to the strip, we’d roll the windows down, and take in the the salty smell of the ocean water and listen to the waves crashing onto the sand. what i wouldn’t give to be a child just one more time, to enjoy the beach as i did when i was little. it was magical.

mush. mush. mush…..you’re clear. it’s all over. now to discuss the photo of yours truly packed deep in the sand. this picture was taken a few years ago, when my hibby and i took our four girls to the beach. our children’s ages were 7, 6, 3, and 8 months. well, as a mommy i was overly protective of our tiny tot who i kept clear from the sun as much as possible. what am i talking about? i’m still an overly protective boundary making mommy and i’m sure i always will be! my hibby and met his parents down at the beach house that year and so they packed up and lugged to the beach with us that day. we were covered from head to toe in sunscreen. we had tents. umbrellas. coolers packed with ice cold waters and juice pouches. beach towels. and of course sand toys galore. we had a blast.  it was everything to see my little spawns splashing in the water and digging in the sand. i had given our tiny tot to my mother in law so i could play freely in the sand with my three year old. meanwhile my hibby took the older two to splish and splash in the crashing waves. fun right! of course. what i was not expecting was a full on body bury by my underestimated three year old. i mean look…can you believe that a three year old could man handle that sand the way she did? me neither! but it’s true. i was trapped and in my entrapping, i had the most fun…just like i was when i was a little girl myself.

we haven’t been to the beach in a few years as a family. so i am geared up in my cozy slippers, my house robe, and stripped beanie, just basking in the vision of the hot sunny beach that awaits us this summer. this time however….i think i may sneak a sand dig on all the kids myself! i can’t wait and i’ll be sure share with you all too.

-heather

what a mom is on a weekly basis…

a mom's week

a mom’s week

okay, so i have four amazingly beautiful, different, stubborn and talented little girls; ages 5 – 12. HANDFUL? why of course they are! would i change it for anything in the entire world? NO WAY! would i like to jump off a bridge onto a fluffy cloud of absolute serenity? SOMETIMES. as many of you who are reading this, know, MOMS DO A LOT. i can vouch for dads too, but since i am a mother and not a father – i come on a LOTTLE (not a little but a little bit of a lot)….a LOTTLE biased about who does a heavier load around the home front.

yes..yes..yes….i am an avid appreciator of my dear loving and hard working hibby(husband) for working as hard as he does. i do love him to the end of the earth and we both have unconditional love like no other. even with unconditional love and appreciation; there is still room for feeling like a cup runneth over without an inch down time to put yourself back into “heather reality”. i stay at home and handle most if not all of the daily household and family duties and i also run my own photography business. i love my work. i love being able to be home with my kids when they are feeling under the weather. i love seeing their faces when they walk through the door from a long day at school. i love the light in their smile when they see me in carpool line. i love hugging my hibby tight when he get home. i love all of it. i have been very blessed to have the opportunity to be apart of my children’s lives and make a living at the same time.

the only fall back is that sometimes, not always, but at least twice a year i get the itch that i can’t find to scratch. i can tell ya where it itches, but there just does NOT seem enough scratching power to calm it down right away. sooooo…..it got my frenzied brain on the go go go and i came up with what i am on a weekly basis to my family. anyone else feel this way too? feel free to share!

perhaps…..’tis the time for some scratching ‘-)

wife vs. husband : the breakfast plate

okay, so we had breakfast for dinner last night. it was quite delicious and yes i managed to clean my plate! i am in desperate need of a new skillet so in turn my pancakes wound up looking like word blurbs, which worked out quite well for this wife vs. husband post and the kids went coocoo for them too (which is a plus in the mom department) so, i made my plate cute and fun and then i set out a plate for my husband to make and as you can see this is what he came up with. some of the kids of course, did a little copycat of daddy which i thought was quite funny! but yes wife vs. husband breakfast plate…..gotta love it!

when my husband rambles on

there are times, like just 10 minutes ago, when i wanted to PULL OUT MY HAIR. see my husband and i have been together for going on seven years now and the people of the quotes are correct when they say “opposites attract”. he and i have very similar personalities, however our interests are indifferent and varied. here is a scenario of a typical adult conversation between he and I when the children are appeased with something or sleeping:

(tiny back story – – my husband reads and researches everything and anything intellectual – – everyday and i like to read up on word definitions and pinterest boards :))

him: hey honey, check this out
me: what?
him: did you know…
me: (that’s when I start to drift away)
him: did you know that there is such thing as Chicken
Qabalah?
me: oh yeah? i’m hungry. let’s have some chicken
him: (he rolls his eyes and continues reading)
me: i’m kidding, i’m kidding.
him: so, Chicken Qabalah in this article i read says……
me: (i look over at him and focus on his mouth. you can
see a faint smile while he’s reading. that makes me
happy. and i continue to listen to his babble)
him: “reading reading”…………….and there you have it.
me: awesome. chicken.

*it makes me want to listen because it makes him happy and that’s what it’s all about*

-heather