A blog where my family and I can exchange information and pictures and general comments about our lives and crafty stuff.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Cheese, Grommit! Cheeeeessseeee!!!

In honour of my birthday, I found out what kind of cheese I am from the Online Cheese Comparator:

Your name is: Lorraine
Your cheese rating is: Caerphilly

Caerphilly is a hard cheese, first made in the Welsh town of the same name in around 1830. It is aged in a moist cellar, where the white/gray moulds on the rind grow thick and leathery. It has a fresh taste, and the flavour becomes more rounded with age. This cheese is known as "the crumblies".

Of course, with a big birthday coming up - it is always good to know that your "flavour becoming more rounded with age." I thought that was just my bum! ;-)

Here's another Cheese Test Result:



Brie is the best known French cheese and has a nickname "The Queen of Cheeses". Several hundred years ago, Brie was one of the tributes which had to be paid to the French kings. In France, Brie is very different from the cheese exported to the United States. "Real" French Brie is unstabilized and the flavor is complex when the surface turns slightly brown. When the cheese is still pure-white, it is not matured. If the cheese is cut before the maturing process is finished, it will never develop properly. Exported Brie, however, is stabilized and never matures. Stabilized Brie has a much longer shelf life and is not susceptible to bacteriological infections. Brie, one of the great dessert cheeses, comes as either a 1 or 2 kilogram wheel and is packed in a wooden box. In order to enjoy the taste fully, Brie must be served at room temperature. [ Country: France || Milk: cow milk || Texture: soft || Recommended Wine: Bourgogne ]

Ahh, to be complex and superstitious... wait - that IS me! Brie is also my favourite cheese!

Monday, February 19, 2007

Compost, how I loath thee...

I did what "the book" said - I measured all my beds then made the calculation to figure out how many cubic yards of compost I would need for my gardens. I came up with 9 cubic yards. Holy smokes! Can that be right? I do the calculations again. Yes, 9 cubic yards of the dark smelly stuff.

I really could not bring myself to ask DH for $400 worth of compost (plus the $80 delivery fee). We ordered 4 cubic yards instead. Whew! It arrived on Friday and it was a LARGE pile!

Ok, so immediately I get started Friday afternoon in moving it to beds around the yard. I move about 4 wheel barrows full. Then I had to pick up DH from the airport (this takes about 5 hours with the traffic for mardi gras and us stupidly deciding to eat downtown). We get back and I am bushed so I go to bed.

Getting up early the next morning, I look at the pile of compost. It does not seem any smaller after I moved a lot of it yesterday! Huh - so I get started again. I work almost continuously until DH comes out at 1 pm (just getting up!) and asks if I am going to take a break soon. DH then asks if I have moved any of the pile since yesterday. What?!?! It seemed to him that the pile was not going down very fast. Huh (again)! I tell him I worked on most of the beds and after I get most into the beds, we can use some on the lawn and move a few wheelbarrows full to the backyard. The rest can go to our wonderful neighbors who let me borrow their wheelbarrow.

I work for another hour with DH's help. We clean up a bit and proceed to go to a celebratory lunch. As we walk out the door I see the pile. It looks just as big as it did yesterday. *sigh* I'll work on it tomorrow...

PS: I'll post some pictures tomorrow too...

Monday, February 12, 2007

It has its ups and downs...

I had a really great weekend. Really great!

It all started on Friday when I found out that Natural Gardener is having a great sale on berry bushes. DH has said multiple times that he wants to have berry bushes in the yard. Also that we needed to expand our herbs in the yard.

So, I wrote DH an email detailing why I wanted to go and when. I made sure to keep with it all Friday and Saturday morning. I even brought him some breakfast tacos to fortify him through the day. We finally left at 2 (I wanted to leave at 1) and got to the place at about 2:30. Then, someone did a body snatcher on my husband!

All of a sudden, this other person (who looked like my DH but surely could not be) started making suggestions, wanting to help out - even handing over his credit card for the purchases! DH even suggested that we order the compost (a large delivery that will be dumped onto his precious driveway) before we left the place! WOW!

We did take some time to wander around the place and get some more ideas of what we can do in our small space. DH and I marveled at the huge lettuces and cabbages and cauliflower and realized that our *next* house would have a large yard that would have full sun for said veggies.

It was a wonderful afternoon and I hope to find other garden centers in Austin to visit to keep him thinking about this kind of stuff and to get some inspiration for me too!

*sigh* I love him, I really do. What other girl would ask for and get 4 cubic yards of compost for her birthday?!?! He even keeps asking if that is OK?!?!? ;-)

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Marriage is hard

OK - so how hard is this supposed to be? I feel like I don't have any say in how my household is run. Any suggestions (read: presumption) that I have for making the house more liveable is greeted with shrugs and "So?" and "And you want me to pay for what?"

I mean, when one gets married, one has a few preconceived notions that a) You will have at least one couch, b) there will be some sort of window covering so people can't see your husband walking around naked in the house and c) if there is a LARGE difference in the pay of the husband and wife - the one with the most money pays for the large purchases (read: said couch).

So, my husband pays for the mortgage, the insurance, the food, his car (2 year old Infiniti) and any technical things he wants to buy (read: computer every 3 years - of which I don't have one). I pay for anything I buy: quilting stuff, any and all gifts for friends and family and to keep my 12 year old car running.

As you can see, his income is much, much more than mine. When I point this out to him, he points out that with an engineering degree I can get a better job. OOOKKKAAAAYY - now that my engineering degree is about hmmmm 9 years out of date, what kind of job does he think I will be able to get? Head Engineer of a department? No. Let's try - Secretary of department under some schmuck (like my LAST job!) I look at what is out there and realize what I have is much easier to deal with than trying to find something else from scratch...

Besides, what does he think I am going to do when I become pregnant? Does he think that a brand new job at which I have not proven myself will want me to come back? My present boss has already asked that I DO come back if I go off to have a kid.

It all comes back to what I want and how to get there. I want to walk into my house and not see how bare it is. I want to have some floor and window coverings that match with colors on the walls. I want to sit on a couch and curl up with a book in my own living room. I want to have patio furniture for 6 so I can have friends over. After 18 months in this house, I want not to be embarrassed when people need to use the bathroom UPSTAIRS because there is a bed stuck in the hallway to the downstairs bathroom. I want to have a housewarming party and my birthday party in my own house.

I want to have a partner that thinks of me and what I want instead of what he wants - ALL the time! When he does think of what I want and insists that we do what I want - it makes me want to think of him and what he wants and there is balance! When he doesn't - I try but all I want to do is scream and tear out my hair and call him selfish! I am tired of being angry all the time - at him, at myself for not having enough courage, at life in general.

So, the question now is how do I get there. I mean, really, what do I do now? Do I really have to do all these things myself? I want to have a partner dammit! I want to have someone who understands how important all this is to me without my telling them over and over and over and over and over again. Is it just courage - do I just lack the courage to tell him that sometimes I just HATE him for being successful and not sharing as much as I ask him to? What is the deal? What is so wrong with us? Help!

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Quilting Quiz

I found this on the PBS site - a quilting quiz. It's HARD!!!