Lemonade in the Winter

Another 6-10” of snow is currently weaving yet one more intricate blanket over central Wisconsin. Its pristine beauty is turning our world into a winter wonderland but it’s heaviness is suffocating. I read an article recently about embracing the winter months as a time to create a comfortable cocoon and hibernate, but we’re not bugs and bears for Pete’s sake. We’re people!

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Poor Mike is snow blowing for the second time this morning.

I feel stuck without anything really new to say. I’m quite frankly sick of myself and sick of social media…trying to paint the best picture, be positive, make myself look better than I really am, trying to get people to like me. Blah, blah, blah!

Honestly life still feels full of a crap-ton of lemons:

  • Work hasn’t picked up. No matter how many pep talks I give or receive, I doubt my decision to return to hair.
  • The second job I hoped for, was meant for someone else.
  • We still don’t have health insurance. (The affordable care act isn’t really affordable unless you don’t want to afford anything else.) Consequently, I worry about every ache, pain, and sniffle Mike gets.
  • I’m bored, lonely, and adrift.

Wait! … Here’s some Late Breaking News!

Literally, in the midst of this rant, my always encouraging, positive friend Barb has messaged me out of the blue asking when my next post was coming. Thank you, thank you Barb! Your message is just the refreshment I need in this exact moment. Thank you God for the gentle cuff across the head.

Here’s the reality. Despite focusing on the lemons (and the avalanche of snow-fall), I been drinking some pretty sweet lemonade. In the last several weeks:

  • I’ve seen new places
    • I recently visited two restaurants I’ve always wanted to try. Both have been in business for over 40 years. One was a hit and one was a miss, but I was so excited and glad to have experienced both.
  • I’ve made new friends
    • I spent five days in Arizona with my BFF and her parents. I didn’t know her parents well before this trip and now feel like I have two new friends.
    • Through the salon, I’ve connected with some of Mike’s friends and co-workers. I’m not just thankful for their business, but the opportunity to better get to know the wonderful people Mike works and hangs out with.
  • I’ve developed new hobbies
    • My at-home yoga practice is flourishing. I’ve completed Yoga with Adriene’s 30 day challenge, am working through her February calendar, and have been trying new vinyasas from the Yoga Journal.
    • I joined a corn-hole / bag toss league with Mike. It’s given us the opportunity to spend time together, a reason to get out of the house, and encourages this introvert to socialize with Mike and his friends.
  • I’ve completed some stuff 
    • Two books
    • A baby quilt top
    • A set of cloth napkins
  • I’ve started a new tradition
    • I’ve just sent out a stack of Valentines (the old-fashioned way) to my whole family. Going forward instead of bludgeoning everyone with a little more joy at Christmas, I’ll spread the love while the winter blues are at their peak.

So I’m canceling the pity party and apologize for wallowing. It’s crazy how easy it is to forget all the good when faced with a little bad. I have a warm house, plenty of food, a loving family, good friends, and a God who loves and has always cared for me.

If you’re drowning in lemons, I pray that there is peace and comfort waiting for you right around the corner. Remember God is good, he is faithful, and you are loved.

If life is currently treating you well, please share the goodness. We all need the reminder that snow melts, spring comes, and lemons can always be made into lemonade.

Happy Valentines Day!

 

Yiayia’s Avgolemono

Mike and I just returned from a long weekend in Ohio celebrating his cousin’s wedding. It was a great trip and a wonderful opportunity to reconnect with the Greek side of Grumpa’s family.

If you are an Xeno like me, it’s important to note that the caricatures of Greek pride depicted in My Big Fat Greek Wedding are not far from the truth. Mike is only part Greek, but his Grandfather Minos was a full-blooded, feisty little man who’s big Greek attitude more than made up for his small stature. Rose Antonucci, his sassy little Italian bride, was known to say “I thought I married a Greek god, but I actually married a “g-d” Greek!”

That Greek pride does rub off on you though, even if you are an Xeno. Rose became my kids’ Yiayia not their Nonna and she was the one who introduced me to my first taste of lamb and many of Papouli’s favorite Greek dishes.

A family favorite was Yiayia’s Greek Soup or Avgolemono. It was her cure for everything that ailed you and a big way this sassy little lady showed her love.

I’ve checked out dozens of recipes online and am always tasting would be Avgolemono soups wherever they appear on a menu. I consider NONE of them Greek! Because none of them come close to Yiayia’s.

Thankfully, I had a good teacher. I have a scribbled version of this recipe on the back of an old kindergarten worksheet from my daughter Olivia. (Just where a recipe like this should be written.) It only includes how to make the lemon-egg mixture and how to assemble the soup. The rest is all taste, feel, and love.

I take a few liberties with Yiayia’s recipe because I’m not as experienced as her yet at gauging the ingredient amounts even though I’ve been making this soup for 20+ years. For example, she never added bouillon and she cooked the rice within the soup which slightly thickens it. She never added flour which I find in many versions; adding flour makes the soup heavy and diminishes its lemony freshness which makes it perfect any season of the year.

So here’s Yiayia’s Greek soup. The best I’ve ever eaten. While neither Yiayia nor Papouli are with us anymore, I still think of them with every bowl.

Yiayia’s Greek Soup

  • 1 Whole, skin-on, bone-in chicken, cut into pieces
  • Olive oil
  • 4 Eggs – separated and set aside
  • 2-3 large lemons juiced, strained, and set aside (or 3-4 small)
  • Salt
  • Water
  • Chicken bouillon or soup base (optional)
  • Cheese cloth
  • 6-12 servings cooked rice (use what you think you’ll need and freeze the rest)
  • Freshly ground black pepper for serving

Prepare your soup base

  1. Generously salt chicken pieces and brown in olive oil in a heavy bottomed soup pot.
  2. Once nice and browned, cover chicken with water, salt generously, and simmer chicken until tender.
  3. Remove cooked chicken from broth and set it aside to cool slightly before removing skin and meat.
  4. Strain the broth through the cheese cloth to make sure it’s nice and clear.
  5. Return strained broth to the heat and taste. Add enough water and bouillon to accommodate the amount of soup you want and bring to a simmer.
  6. Remove 1-2 cups of prepared broth to cool slightly for your lemon/egg mixture
  7. Remove skin and bones from the chicken (be careful to remove all fatty bits and reserve the cleanest pieces of meat for your soup.) Return cleaned meat to the broth and discard the rest.
  8. Stir in your desired amount of rice.

Prepare the lemon-egg mixture

  1. Beat your egg whites until nice and fluffy.
  2. Gradually add yolks to the whites one at a time. Beat until your eggs begin to stiffen.
  3. While eggs are beating, slowly pour in lemon juice, and then slowly pour in broth. Your lemon/egg mixture will be a pale and frothy yellow.

Finish off the soup

  1. Gradually stir in a couple ladles of lemon/egg mixture into your soup, then slowly pour in the rest.
  2. Taste and adjust salt as necessary and heat to desired temperature.
  3. Serve with freshly ground black pepper, pita bread, and a simple salad dressed in lemon and oil.

Alyce’s Cheesy Beans

When I was a kid, I ate weird stuff. Granted, I didn’t think it was weird. I gobbled up radish sandwiches, sauerkraut and boiled potatoes, boiled dinner, and last but not least, sweet spaghetti (oh yes, we’ll revisit this one at a later date).

In my Thanksgiving post, I confessed that we forego traditional green bean casserole for cheesy beans. I have no idea where my mom got this recipe, or if she simply made it up, but it has been part of our Thanksgiving feast for as long as I can remember.

These saucy beans are rich, delicious, and probably not very good for you. Thus, we only indulge in them on the day calories don’t exist.  No one has ever written down the recipe and inevitably someone always needs it. So even though Thanksgiving is past, here it is for the world to enjoy anytime–you don’t have to wait for next Thanksgiving!

Oh, by the way….

This is typically what I make for gathering of 12 – 15. You can scale the recipe up or down depending on who you’re feeding. You can also use the extra cheese sauce for just about anything including some super tasty mac and cheese. IF there are any leftovers, there will be a fight for them.

One more FYI….

I like to get the beans and the sauce ready a day in advance and throw them together in the crock pot Thanksgiving morning to warm through. It’s one less thing cluttering up the stove.

Alyce’s Cheesy Beans

Get your beans ready

  • 6 – 8 cans french-cut green beans

Drain your beans really well. You want them pretty dry, otherwise your cheesy beans will be a watery mess–Blah!

I open the cans up a day before and let them sit in a colander over night. (You’d be surprised at the amount of liquid those little babies can hold.) Then blot them with paper towels before adding them to the cheese sauce.

Cheese Sauce

  • 1/4 C butter
  • 1/4 C flour
  • 2 1/2 C whole milk
  • 1 LB Velveeta, cut into chunks
  • Pinch nutmeg
  • Pinch of crushed red pepper (I might use cayenne if I have it)
  • Salt and pepper to taste

Over medium low heat, melt your butter and stir in your flour. Add a little salt and pepper and cook for 1 minute. Whisk in your milk and continue whisking until it starts to thicken.

Start stirring in your cheese chunks (do a couple at a time so they don’t get stuck in your whisk). If your sauce seems a little thick, whisk in a smidgen more milk until it’s the consistency you like.

Once your chunks are melted, and your sauce is a soft yellowy orange, whisk in your nutmeg, red pepper, and a little more salt and pepper to taste.

And that’s it, your sauce is ready for your beans!

If you’re getting things ready in advance, cool your sauce and put it in the fridge over night. Otherwise gently stir in your beans and warm through.

De-lici-ous!

 

Traditions, Memories, & and Change

Of all holidays, Thanksgiving has always been the one to hold the deepest traditions for my family.

The same dishes have been on the menu from the time I was a little girl, through my children’s formative years, and into a third generation with my grandsons: golden roasted turkey, savory giblet dressing, saucy cheesy beans (in lieu of the more renowned green bean casserole), and fluffy, sweet-tart Bavarian salad are just a few of the standards that, even after 40 plus years, would insight mutiny if left off the list of the day’s delicacies.

Vivid visions of my apron-clad Mom occupy my thoughts this time of year. I can still see her painstakingly preparing a king’s feast for her rowdy brood–deftly tossing flour as she rolls perfect pie crusts, fiercely whisking gloriously rich, velvety smooth gravy you could drink from a cup, and slapping greedy fingers as they sneak crusty bits of dressing bursting hot and steaming from a perfect turkey just pulled from the oven.

Dad and the boys would be dragged from the TV to pull out the banquet table and set it up in the living room to accommodate all nine of us, my widowed aunt, and sundry guests. Us girls would set the table and serve up the feast while getting first dibs on the coveted black olives before they were devoured at the table.

We’d sit for hours at the table talking, joking, laughing, but mostly waiting for our full tummies to make a little room for sampling the plethora of pies anxiously waiting to be tasted.

It was a glorious day!

The faces and scenes began to evolve over the years; but the scents, tastes, and sounds remained virtually unchanged. By closing my eyes, I could easily transport myself back to November 1981, when I was still 10 years old, and Mom was busy in the kitchen.

But, I am no longer 10. I am the mom, mother-in-law, and grandmother presiding over the feast. My Mom has left us and new faces grace our table. My children, with their spouses, are ready to introduce new dishes to our menu.

This year, a vegan green bean casserole, Pillsbury Crescent Rolls (Did you know these were vegan?), and a new stuffing recipe my daughter Julia is eager to try, will be joining the old standards.

While my heart aches with memories of the past, it also eagerly anticipates the new traditions ready to unfold. It’s funny how the heart works. It has an amazing elasticity to stretch and hold whatever you choose to put into it. Mine is going to treasure the memories of the past and make room for the traditions and changes to come.

Happy Thanksgiving!


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Cranfest – A Sisters’ Tradition

If you live anywhere near (or even not so near) central Wisconsin, and have never been to Cranfest in Warrens, you are totally missing out!

I can’t even tell you when this became an annual tradition for us, probably when I moved to central Wisconsin 20 years ago. Since then, my sisters and I longingly anticipate scouring the tiny town, bursting at the seams with over 1,300 vendors and 120,000 annual attendees, for unique finds and great deals.

But being the last weekend of September in Wisconsin, the weather is always a total “crap-shoot.”

We’ve experienced glorious fall days where the scents of kettle corn and cranberries float on the crisp, cool air. The sky seems to glow in pinks, reds and oranges as the trees don their fall finery and the crowds are full of good cheer and anticipation for the upcoming holiday season. Bliss!

We’ve been totally unprepared for bitter cold days when our singular priority became hunting down the first stall peddling hats and mittens and knowing just where to find the best drinks to warm our chilly bones. From there, we’d dash from stall to stall to keep dry from sleety skies. Brr!

This year, it was a face-melting 90 degrees with barely a cloud in the beautiful, blue sky. Even the breeze couldn’t muster enough energy to jostle its way through the sea of sluggish, sweaty shoppers. Ugh!

The cash still found a way to jump out of our wallets despite the heat. Thankfully we crossed things off our shopping lists, found some fun items (Cabernet Sauvignon jelly being one of my favorite finds), and made it out before we passed out from heat exhaustion. Whew!

Of course, it’s not really about the shopping though. It’s about the precious time with three of my most favorite people in the world. I’ll brave just about any elements for that.

By the way, Nolan wanted to assure everyone that while we were sweltering through the crowds, the guys were happily hanging at home in the air conditioning. Thanks for rubbing it in Nolan, but I still wouldn’t have traded places.

Have a great week!