Friday, September 27, 2013

huckleberry pie

 This is THE BEST pie I have ever made. In the last 2 and a half years of my life that I have discovered how to cook, I have made A LOT of pies. So that is saying something. A slice of this steamy goodness with a scoop of tillamook vanilla bean ice cream on top was almost too much to handle. Just ridiculous. I think I may have a new favorite pie.  This is not a recipe blog, however, here is how it is done:

Preheat your dirty oven to 425.  If you have a clean oven you probably need to be making more pies. Or just come over and clean mine, too.

Mix this up in a bowl:
4-5 cups of berries ( I only had 4 since we munched some for breakfast but normally I like to get heavy with the berries)
2/3 ish cup sugar
1/3 cup flour
A couple shakes of cinnamon
a tsp of vanilla

Make your pie crust. Whatever is your fave. Yell at it for being flimsy and tearing and then roll it out again. 2nd step optional. Unless you are me. I don't like to be overwhelmed by crust so I do a lattice instead of the full top crust. Plus it looks dang fancy. I cut mine out with a pizza cutter.

Dump your berry mixture into the unbaked crust, put on your top crust,  and pinch your edges all adorable like .

BAKE FOR 35 AGONIZING MINUTES but be prepared to embrace the best smell of your life.

Let it cool for a little bit, equally as agonizing as bake time.  But then. Cut it. Serve it with ice cream, and prepare for your mind to be blown and to be tempted to even use profanity because you feel as though it is the only way to form an apt description of how you feel about this dessert. But don't do it, because ladies aren't supposed to be profane and whatnot.



Monday, September 23, 2013

17 weeks

17 Weeks Pregnant. Let me tell you some facts.

It is like being perma bloated. Only you can't suck it in or diet coke your way out of it.

Your bladder is a joke.  Just take my word for it.

It is technically a little early for me to be feeling the baby as strongly as I do, but since this is about facts, I do. A lot. He or she likes to kick around mid morning and right before I go to sleep, and if there is any tightness around my midsection like non maternity pants or tights the little babe will try to kick it away. It is just like tiny little nudges that make me so happy every time I feel them! Just my little buddy saying hello.

I don't know if it is the pregnancy or the lack aforementioned diet coke, but my sugar cravings are GONE. I used to be able to live off of chocolate and diet soda. It was basically all I ever wanted. No longer. I will still eat a piece of pie or have a brownie for dessert once in a while, but it is not the crazed must have urge that I used to have. Which is a welcome surprise!!

I still get sick once and a while. Thanks to my first trimester sickies I now have the gag reflex of a seasoned bulimic, and if I see something that grosses me out, fool you had better run.

You don't really recognize your body. Obviously my tummy will likely quadruple in size, but even this early you look in the mirror and see this front heavy roundy version of yourself, and it is slightly startling. Even for hubs. He still does a double take sometimes.

IT IS SO EXCITING. I am the type to read every article there is, research every type of carseat, and look at what fruit size my baby is religiously every week. I have been waiting for this forever!!

Also a bit about teaching. This is what happened during my science lesson last week. They were to put together the skeleton to the best of their knowledge before being given the resources to do it correctly and fix any errors.

5 Seperate groups turned in different variations of this. There was no laughing, smirking, or mischievousness about it!! They just plopped them on my desk. "Here, I am finished."

WHATTT!!!!! I didn't want to get them in trouble if they didn't have bad intentions and were just doing their best, so I calmly told them that their skeleton is missing a neck (knee bones, etc.) and to solve that problem.

We all had a good laugh over it in the staff room for sure.

off to bed!

Monday, September 2, 2013

hey 3rd grade

Student teaching began for me last week, if my sniffles/kleenex abuse aren't a complete indication that it is back to school! When your all grown up and such you forget what 8&9 year olds are even about. Basically they are just adorable. They can kind of write. And kind of read ok. And they are very affecionate and eager to please. And very amusing at spelling. Monkey or munky, you know? We are just diving in and establishing routines, you have to remember to explain everything everything and what to do before everything, what to do after everything, and how quiet to be. And then repeat it the next day. We'll get it down soon!

Mainly you just have to dig deep and find your inner educational clown. They like to laugh those 3rd graders! They wanted to know all about farm life, what types of animals we had, why we had them, and exactly how many different brightly colored pairs of slack I own. Not enough children, never enough.

On a random note I have really started to take pride in packing well rounded lunches for myself all divided up into their individualized tupperwares and busting them out in the staff room. I probably get as excited about lunch as the kiddos being the ravenous preggers that I am.

Speaking of, this post was going to take a different turn and be called barf chronicles, but I realize that nobody really wants to read about each episode of the preggers pukies regardless of how novel I find this experience to be. Part 1- Safeway Spewing, a parking lot special, part 2-  Macaroni at Midnight, it's all in my hands. You get the idea.

Mainly I procrastinated my homework and every internet page in the world will load except the one I need. Hard lessons.