The Kitchen


I’ve had four kitchens to call my own in my adult years. The first I shared with three other girls in my very first grown-up apartment. That’s where I learned to boil an egg, bring the water to a boil then add pasta, and cook everything using a Campbell soup base. I literally knew nothing about cooking. At all. But I was in love and knew marriage was on the way and I decided I needed to learn. So I tried two new recipes a week and began to learn.

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Our first apartment, 2006-2007

By the time we got married I had a handy little repertoire and no fear. I honestly think that’s what took me to the next level. I never had any fear to try a new recipe no matter what it entailed. I became proficient in crockpot and candlelit dinners in our first little apartment. After too many frozen yogurt runs we ended up on a diet called the Sonoma Diet. It was the first time I learned about cooking from scratch and began to love fresh ingredients. I learned to make hummus and my own taco seasoning and ate more vegetables than I can remember.

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Then we moved to Illinois. To a tiny basement apartment with no stove and no oven. We bought a two burner electric stove and a convection oven and I cooked that way for two years. On a strict graduate school budget we managed to cook some wonderful meals in that kitchen. I borrowed other’s kitchens for Thanksgiving but other than that there wasn’t anything I couldn’t make in our little galley kitchen! I grew in my desire to entertain and my favorite dish to make was stuffed bell peppers.

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Our kitchen prior to renovation, June 2009 (pregnant with Parker).

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Then we bought our house. The kitchen was one of the selling points but we ended up renovating the whole thing anyway. The only thing we kept was the incredibly awesome oven. Short of professional grade, it’s the best there is. It has a smaller oven on top and a bigger one on bottom and I literally only use the bottom one when I make a turkey. The top heats so fast and it’s also a toaster and I use it 100 times a day. The counter space is small but this room means the world to me because it’s where I found myself as a cook.

I’ve dehydrated, canned, prepped food in bulk, baked, made bread, tossed pizza dough, taught classes and lessons, made dinner nearly every night, and made a million and one new recipes here. I’ve cooked with babies at my feet and on my hip while stirring jellies and sauces. We’ve baked cookies and first birthday cakes and creme brûlée for New Years Eve. We’ve had parties and showers and huge ‘family’ dinners and fed vegetable deprived college students. But most of all this is where I really found cooking. Where I found what it meant to me and who I wanted to be with cooking in my life.

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And now I have a new kitchen. My first professional experience at my culinary school. This is my very own suite where I show up in chef whites and with my knives in tow. We julienne and brunoise and perfect our roux and try not to cut ourselves or burn anything. Our food is sold at the culinary market on campus so nothing is unimportant. Every detail is crucial. There are no kids at my feet and no shortcuts but it is it’s own kind of magic and leaves my heart pounding with excitement, nerves, and a little bit of pride.

There will be other kitchens in the future, where ever and whenever that might be. I don’t know much about them, but I do know that the kitchen will always be the heart of our home. More than that, it is my own heartbeat. Who I am and how I love is reflected in what I make in the kitchen and those I love generally gather there. How I love the kitchen, and I hope you’ll join me there!

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Tools of the Trade: Whisk

So I’ve been thinking of ways to share some of my culinary school knowledge and I thought having a series called “tools of the trade” might be a great way to start. I’ll go through some of the basic cooking tools that I’ve been using wrong for years (and I doubt I’m the only one!) and how to use it properly.

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To kick off our series we are going to start with the humble whisk. Surely you think, as I did, that there could be nothing easier than whisking. I mean, you hold the handle and move it around your bowl in a circular motion and things get mixed up. Right? Wrong.

It turns out that moving in a circular motion is the last thing you should be doing when whisking. When you move in a circle all the ingredients do too and you just end up chasing ingredients around rather than incorporating them together. This is even more important if you are whisking something with an egg in it. The yolk tends to stay intact when whisking in a circular motion, instead of breaking and blending with the other ingredients. There are two proper whisking techniques that you can use: back and forth or figure 8.

For a back and forth motion you move your whisk from side to side and slowly spin the bowl with your other hand. It’s a little tricky, especially if your bowl has a flat bottom or narrow base to it. A figure 8 motion is a little more self explanatory — just move the whisk in a figure 8 pattern, no need to move the bowl if you don’t want to. This motion quickly incorporates all the ingredients together.

So that’s the first in the series. It’s amazing how even small tips like this change the way I work in the kitchen. Next we’ll tackle some basic knife skills. Let me know if there are any kitchen tools you want me to address.

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Finding Your Thing

Some people know what they want to do and who they want to be practically from birth. It’s easy for them to find things to be passionate about and want to pursue. I am not one of those people.

The whole, “what do you want to be when you grow up” question has stressed me out for decades. There have been a few unchanging desires since childhood (wanting to grow up and have a family of my own, wanting to be a part of the Church, etc.) but I never felt like I knew what my “thing” was. You know, the thing that everyone else can see from a mile away and can’t quite understand your passion over but see that it’s totally and completely you? My “thing” has been elusive.

I remember when I graduated from college I was terrified to apply for jobs. My closest friend at the time sat down with me and tried to help me think of options and had tons of good questions to get me started. The answer to all of them was, “I don’t know” or “I don’t like that.” One night when we were newlyweds Brian and I stayed up late trying to think of things that I could try or pursue. Nothing. I just didn’t know.

When I had all the time in the world and very little stress and a little bit more money I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what I should be doing. But after three children and having a single-income household and no time to spare? My “thing” smacks me in the face and yells, “here I am!” And wouldn’t you know it? My thing is cooking.

So as you know I started culinary school and a cooking/teaching business. All my years of searching and wondering and feeling like I didn’t know what my goal or purpose was in this world — they are over and long gone. The funny thing is, now that I have my singular passion, I’m finding other things more interesting too. Exercise and me have been mortal enemies since grade school and yet I’m finding my groove and falling in love with Yoga. And that’s just one thing. Everything has changed for me by finding my one thing.

So I hope you don’t stop searching if you haven’t found your thing yet. It might take a long time but it’s worth waiting for. And if you have found your thing, don’t give up on it just because it’s a bad time in your life or it seems impossible. Your season of life is definitely a factor in how hard you can pursue it, but it doesn’t have to die just because your focus is somewhere else for a time. What’s your thing?

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It’s Been Said Before

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When I first starting blogging I felt like I had so much to offer the world. That’s probably mostly because I was 20 and thought I knew everything. But the more I live and the more I read, the more I realize it’s all been said before. I’ve stopped thinking I have all the answers or even that I know the right questions to ask. And it feels really good. I don’t even feel like I need the answers, it’s ok to live and learn and just keep on keeping on.

We’ve had full days lately, as you all have I’m sure. Holiday things, school things, work things, house things, friend things, and kid things. The days are full of decision making and getting by and resolving conflict. I’m learning how to balance what I eat and how I exercise and how I parent and how to be a friend. And honestly, that’s enough. I don’t need to solve the problems of the world and what to do about Monsanto and race and poverty.

No, I just need to live faithfully. Every day. Faithful to my God. Faithful to my faith, if that makes any sense. And faithful to this little life that I’ve been given. I do what I can to make decisions that impact the world in a positive way and then I need to let the rest go. I need to be here. Fully here. Not on my phone or in the past or worrying about the future. I need to hold my babies and revel in their wonder at this season. I need to take deep breaths and be thankful for this minute. This quiet moment, alone in a warm house by a beautifully lit tree.

What does your season look like? What is happening this moment that you are embracing?

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A Baby’s Birthday

One whole year. A year. How can it be?

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My baby girl is one. The year has flown by at lightening speed and I’m watching my sweet baby girl develop into a spunky and joyful toddler. She’s taking steps and babbling constantly and always smiling. What a sweet pea.

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She has become rather attached to a Lamb stuffed animal over the year so I decided a Lamb theme was perfect for her birthday. And for her, my little lambie pie. It was a small get together with my mom and our close family friends. Someone was tickled pink by the little lambs surrounding her and thoroughly enjoyed her special day.

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Her stats are 21.5 pounds and 30″ tall. Still on the bigger end of normal but small compared to our boys. She has blue eyes, light brown hair, the most perfect chunky thighs, petite features, long fingers and toes, and 8 teeth that she frequently flashes with a grin. She loves her brothers, food, daddy, stuffed animals, and of course, snuggling with mommy. She claps, blows kisses, waves ‘bye, bye’, amd plays peakaboo.

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We love her so!

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For my mother

Lorraine_websizeIt feels so odd to call her “mother”. Even “mom”. She’s always been “mommy” or in more recent years “MawMaw”. Mother or mom always seems too distant. You see, my mom has been one of my best friends over the years–it only makes sense to call her the most endearing and personal of names.

In September she turned 60. Exactly twice my age. Approximately 100 times more wise, kind, patient, and generous than me. I hope I can become even a small bit more like her in my next thirty years. It’s a strange thing to be an adult and to reflect on your childhood from a grown-ups point of view. Knowing that I’m the exact age my mom was when I was born. That really puts things into perspective. I’m more amazed and in awe of all she was at such a young age. All she has become and continues to be.

In a lot of ways, I watched my mom grow up. She became a Christian when I was in Junior High so her transformation is vividly engrained in my mind. I watched an already hospitable woman turn her talents towards welcoming women into our home and lives — walking through life with them and showing them Christ. I witnessed a woman who had been primarily focused on external beauty, focus her attentions towards her soul’s beauty, and in turn, made Christ and his church attractive and beautiful too. I was there when her inner nature began to transform into a more patient, giving, humble, and prayer-relient one.

But most of all, I was the recipient of the greatest love known to man when in my teenage foolishness I spewed hateful words towards her and frightened her with my desires and choices. As tender as Christ was with me, to forgive me and embrace me as his own, so was my mom. My mommy. Who spent countless nights in tears and in prayer, longing for reconciliation between us, and for me with God. She was such a beautiful picture of the gospel that year.

I could recount countless other stories when she died to self, serving her family and the church tirelessly. I know everyone who meets her is struck by her real-ness and her joyful spirit. She is the hardest worker I’ve ever met and is very gifted in all areas of homemaking. My mom, she really is the best.

MawMaw, I know this tribute can but skim the surface of my gratitude, but I hope that in honoring you in this way that you know how deeply loved you are by your family and friends and how much I’m thankful for you. Happy (very belated) birthday — here’s to 60 more!

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Pumpkins Galore

I do love holidays. I think they are such a fun way to create family memories that will last for years to come. Now that Parker is a mature man of 5 years old, he knows the ropes with the holidays and it’s fun to have him reminisce about past years and remind me of all the things we need to be doing. For the fall? That means all things pumpkin. Pumpkin patch, carving pumpkin, and, you guessed it, baking pumpkin. With all we have going on these days I took a short cut and had Mr T. Joe make the pumpkin pie (oh my! The scandal!) that we enjoyed this Halloween weekend. Other than that, I can assure that our holiday was very homemade.

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Very excited about their pumpkins this year.
Not so excited about touching that yucky stuff on the inside of the pumpkins.
I thought boys loved yucky stuff??

Our trip to the pumpkin patch was somewhat ceremonial. These things are such a big deal out here we spent our time going on rides and eating apple cider donuts and decided to get the actual pumpkins from Mr. Farmer T. Joe himself. It was a fun day and resulted in Parker declaring “this has been the best day ever” quickly followed by a meltdown of epic proportions when we left the patch. Such are the ups and downs of life with little ones. Or with their mama for that matter. Ahem. Hormones.IMG_1824.JPG

This boy. Some days he’s an angel and makes me smile with his sweet thoughtfulness and silly jokes. Other days are hard. But most are a mix and I’m so thankful for all the days with him.

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Those shoes! That jacket! I love babies that are turning into toddlers. 

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Wagon rides are an essential part of the pumpkin experience.
The younger two rode while the eldest pulled them along. How’s that for slave labor?

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“Take a picture of us with the Cat in the Hat, mommy!”

Oh and there were homemade costumes, of course. When someone comes from a long line of costume-makers, it feels like such a privilege to continue in the tradition. Peter Pan, Captain Hook, and Tinkerbell. This movie plays nightly around these parts so the participants were in full character breaking out into sword fights at the drop of a hat and brandishing phrases like “walk the plank!” “Hooks a codfish!” and “oh the indignity!”

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Captain Hook, missing his foil hook at the moment. He actually loves getting dressed up and especially wearing hats so this outfit was perfect for him. 

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Such a happy Peter Pan. He was really quite tickled by being Peter. The hat from Disneyland was pretty special too!

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And Miss Bell, of course. She also had a sparkly green headband but promptly removed it and tried to eat it. One thing I didn’t quite think through? The glitter. Oh. My. Gosh. The. GLITTER. It is still everywhere and probably will be for the foreseeable future. At least the boys think it’s pixie dust. 

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Little Elijah and his mommy joined us for the trick-or-treating (in the frigid ridiculous snowyness that is October in Illinois) and it was a blast. He wore Nolan’s costume from last year and fit in quite nicely as a little lost boy. It was a fun evening for all!

Hope you all had a fun holiday and are gearing up for the impending holiday season!

 

 

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Cooking Party

So an opportunity has come up recently that has given me a whole new branch of my little business. Cooking Parties. Kind of like a tupperware or jewelry party, except we all get together to cook and create a meal together. The cost is per person and the party is a blast. It’s an opportunity to learn new cooking skills, get a few new recipes, and eat a great meal with your friends. Doesn’t that sound great?

I’m putting on my first cooking party in December for a large group of people and I’d like some input from all of you. If you could learn one new skill in the kitchen, what would it be? Would you like to learn how to handle dough, or use a torch on creme brulee, or chop an onion correctly, or something else? Would you just like to learn some time/money saving tips to get dinner on the table faster? It’s a large group so I’m thinking we can’t all be working on something at the same time, but maybe demonstrating techniques in small groups. Either way it’ll be a great team building activity and I hope an enjoyable evening for all.

Interested in hosting a cooking party for your friends or for a group you are a part of? Just shoot me an email and we can talk details. It’s all the fun of a cooking class in the comfort of your own home, for a reasonable price, and with your closest friends. What’s not to love?

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Canning Class and Life

I’ve been recipe testing for my upcoming Canning Class (registration is on the right) and this Blackberry Lemon Zest Jam is just so good.

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Everyone will go home with the recipe and a jar of this jam, along with a whole lot of knowledge about preserving food. It’ll be fun! I’m probably going to be adding another canning class this fall on a different date so please send me a message if you are interested but this date and time aren’t working for you. You can also message me if you’d like to get emails about future classes I’m offering.

But don’t think for a minute I’m forsaking this old blog just for business news. I’m still going to be yammering away from time to time about the stuff of my life. Like how our house is for sale (please pass the word!) and how Avery just had surgery to remove a lesion from her scalp and how my almost three year old may never get potty trained because I just don’t have the willpower to do it and my five year old is becoming a little boy and I don’t even know where to begin when he asks me questions about life and death and heaven. Life is very full in our house these days but honestly, it’s how we roll and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Well, except the house stuff. Someone please buy our special house, please!

Anyway, picture speak louder than words so here’s a smattering of our life these days. Hope you enjoy!

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This girl is almost 11 months old and so special to us.
She’s starting saying “uh-oh” and is jabbering constantly.
And trying to walk. Stop growing already, baby girl!

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Sometimes they stop fighting and play together.
It’s a beautiful thing.

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Pre-K is going smashingly for this one.
He just got to take a trip to the Police Station and he loved it.

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She literally doesn’t stop giggling the entire time she’s on the swing.

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A little blurry, but he doesn’t hold still or smile for pics very often.
He’s growing up so much and communicating better everyday.
We still have a lot of screaming but it is getting better and I’m thankful!

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Busy and full days and sleepless nights mean these two get to watch cartoons in the morning on daddy’s iPhone. It’s never how I thought we’d raise kids but we are talking survival here and it works for now. Plus they are super cute together.

So that’s a slice of life right now.
How’s Fall treating you and your family?

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A New Phase

I’ve wanted Deliberately Domestic to be more than just a blog for a long time. I always had this little dream in the corners of my mind that it could be a business where I help others better manage their kitchens and homes. I finally decided to take the plunge and turn my dream into a reality.

My goal for Deliberately Domestic is to help people who may not love cooking, but spend a good deal of time in it anyway. I hope to help you become more efficient in the kitchen and maybe even grow a bit of an appreciation for the art while you feed your family and save money in the process. Anyone who wants to learn — any age — is welcome in my kitchen or sewing room for individual instruction. So whether you are a teenager hoping to add some Home Ec hours or a working mom who can’t figure out how to get dinner on the table — I’ve got tips and tricks for you (and your friends).

So as I get started here, would you please spread the word? Any new business is a bit like a first date. You feel all exposed and are just hoping that someone likes you and wants to hang out again. If you aren’t interested in this sort of thing but maybe have a few friend who might be, can you point them in my direction? If you’d like to host a class in your kitchen, can you invite your friends and I’ll do all the work? Can you share my classes with people who you think might want to take one?

You’ve probably already noticed my class registration up on the right side of the blog. Keep up with it so you are aware of any upcoming classes you (or a friend) might be interested in. Thanks friends! I’m excited about this new endeavor and hope you’ll join me for the ride!

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