Butterfly Kisses

Dearest Boo,  I have always loved this song.  It always reminds me of the time that you were little and my beliefs on parenting.  Parenting is the hardest job in the world.  The hours are long, the responsibilities are huge, a 24/7 job with no salary, vacations, or weekends off. There is no sick time off either. It requires a ton of patience, practice and thick skin.  Parents shoulder the responsibilities, put in the time and care, the blood, sweat and tears and hope for the best.  We don’t know until our children are in the mid-twenties if we’ve done a good job or not.  However, the rewards more than surpass the demands.  Bringing up our little treasures is by far one of the most difficult yet pleasurable tasks that there is in life.

As a parent you must respect your child’s mother/father. Even if you are divorced, put the battle-axes down and respect her/him – especially in front of your children. Your children will mimic your behavior both now and later in their adult lives. The way you treat your child’s mother /father will influence the way the child will view his/her role when he/she becomes a parent. Make parenting as much a partnership as possible.

Introduce your spirituality into the lives of your children. This begins, for most, with bedtime prayers and a prayer before meals but it is at its best when it goes beyond those moments and incorporates life lessons. Life lessons are, for example, those times when your child’s team doesn’t win the big game – you should comment upon how winning isn’t everything and that fun, teamwork and participation are the key reasons to compete. Another way would be to talk about life and death in context of God’s love and place for us in Heaven. Living by example is the most meaningful spiritual lesson you’ll ever give to your children.

You never know when you’re making a memory. Some parents miss chances to spend time with their child because they are workaholics or would rather be on the golf course, shopping, etc. Once these chances are gone, they are gone forever and the memory that may have been created, is lost forever. Establish the intimacy of closeness with your children while they are young because it’s next to impossible to do it later in life. Creating memories is the main ingredient for providing meaning to your child’s life.

Both parents are of great influences in a life of their child. They have a strong affect on their child whether they never spend one day with them or whether they are present every day of their lives. A father forever affects his child’s picture of a man and of a provider, while the mother affects her child’s picture of a woman, a nurturer, and a provider. Many little boys grow up and want to be just like their father. Many girls grow up and want to marry someone just like their father.  Many boys grow up to want to marry someone like their mother.  And many girls grow up and want to be just like their mother.

Another way to become a great parent is to verbally affirm and praise your child. A child’s confidence and security can be built up greatly with kind words from a father or mother. Consider the power of your words and the affect that one negative or positive comment can have on your child. For most children it is the negative comments they will remember, so look for ways to cut out negative comments or criticism. Let your child grow up with nothing but praise and loving words from their parent.  There will be times that your child will need to hear criticism from you, their parent.  The goal of proper criticism is to get your message across to your child. That means you have to have a message. If you don’t have an idea you are trying to convey, then all you are doing by criticizing your child is venting your own anger and frustration. You will do nothing positive for your child, and your child will not change his behavior in the future.  Remember, your goal with criticism is to educate, not to punish or embarrass or to seek revenge against the child. When you criticize you must have something you are trying to teach.

Make sure you do it with the understanding that it is the behavior, not the child, that is upsetting.  It has to be clear to your child that it is the behavior that upsets you, not him.  Be a parent not a buddy/friend to your children. Of course, you are a friend to them, but ultimately you are their parent. Children need moral and ethical guidance and instruction from their parents. They don’t need to figure it out alone. This results in disaster.  Encourage your children when they are doing well. Often as parents we see the negative; therefore, we must also make sure to praise them when they do well.

Have fun and show affection. Parenthood is a monumental responsibility but it is also a role in which having fun provides meaningful moments.  Having fun with your child shows them that you enjoy being their parent. They will forever remember this lesson.   Some parents are not naturally inclined to be openly affectionate and they struggle to communicate their love for their children. Hugging children is easy and it is among the most meaningful expressions of love you can give. Hug your kids. And whisper “I love you” as you do. The power of this simple act cannot be over stated.

And I found that the best way to have fun and show affection at the same time was with Butterfly Kisses.  These are so fun and easy to do – and bonus is the amazing look of total joy on your child’s face and their delightful laugh.  A Butterfly Kiss is administered thusly:

1. Get your eyelashes up against your child’s bare skin, so close that when you blink, your eyelashes caress their skin.
2. Open and close your eyes rapidly. Each time your eyelashes brush the other person’s skin, it is one Butterfly Kiss.

Butterfly Kisses can be on their sweet, sweet little cheek or on their roly poly little belly.  Either place you are able to suck in that sweet, sweet baby smell.  Is there anything better than that smell?  What is this smell, you may ask.  No, it’s not the smell of spit up, or dirty diapers, or drool.  It’s a smell that exists right on the outer limits of our perception, indescribable yet real, a sensation we respond to emotionally almost despite ourselves.  It’s a smell that makes you wonder if you should cuddle them or devour them for your next meal.  It is a yummy, delicious smell.  And science tells us that it is real.  In Sweden, a team of scientists has uncovered a distinct new-baby smell that may act as a pheromone to reinforce the sensation that babies are cute and adorable. What’s more, men seem to be more attuned to this smell than women.  Baby Love…………..

These cookies, with the X and O design, are the signs of love.  Hugs and Kisses.  And they are “baby” sized.  Perfect for your own sweet, precious Valentine.  Happy Valentine’s Day, Boo.  Joy Rising!

Hugs  and  Kisses  Cookies

Prep Time:               4 hours (this includes 2 hours chill time in fridge, bake time and decorating time)

Bake Time:               12-14 minutes   at 375 degrees

Source:                      www.thedecoratedcookie.com

Ingredients:

  • 2 sticks unsalted butter, softened
  • 1 c powdered sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1/2 tsp almond extract
  • 1 1/2 c all purpose flour
  • 1 tsp salt

Directions:

  1. Cream butter and sugar together in mixer.
  2. Add egg and blend well.
  3. Add extracts and blend.
  4. Mix flour and salt together.  Gradually add to butter/sugar mixture.
  5. Chill dough for about two hours.
  6. Remove from fridge, roll out to about 1/3″ thickness and cut with cookie cutter.
  7. Bake cookies on baking tray until slightly brown on edges.
  8. Cool completely on wire rack.
  9. Make frosting.

This frosting is similar to royal icing, but the Crisco and flavorings make it taste delicious.  It will dry hard enough to handle and pack when left overnight to dry, but not rock hard like traditional royal icing.  To know if it is the correct consistency, take a spoonful and turn it over in the bowl.  The frosting should cling to the spoon and slowly fall back into the bowl.

Frosting

Prep Time:           10-12 minutes

Bake Time:           0 minutes

Source:                 www.thedecoratedcookie.com

Ingredients:

  • 4 T meringue powder (available at many supermarkets and in most craft stores)
  • 1/2 c water
  • 6-7 c powdered sugar (may need more or less depending on humidity)
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1/2 tsp almond extract
  • 1/4 c Crisco

Directions:

  1. Place meringue powder and water into mixing bowl and whip on high speed until it’s fluffy and peaks form (may take as long as 10 minutes).
  2. Gradually add the rest of the ingredients to desired consistency.
  3. Tint the frosting, if desired.
  4. Decorate the cookies.

Remaining frosting can be stored at room temperature in a sealed container for up to one month.

The Big Easy

Dearest Boo,  I will freely admit it – I live in Nebraska, but I am not a football fan.  History shows that when your beloved Huskers play on television and I am watching we suck.  However, if I am not watching we are totally awesome.  When it comes to professional football I just never got into the whole thing.  The only game I would watch from start to finish is the Super Bowl and that is only for the commercials.  I love the Super Bowl commercials, with the Budwieser Clysdales being top of the list.

This year the Betty White/Snickers commercial totally bumped Budweiser from the top of my list!

Betty White is an awesome lady. I have loved her since she played Sue Anne Nivens. She is the best!

The Super Bowl this year was played in Miami with the Indianapolis Colts vs the New Orleans Saints. I liked and admired both quarterbacks before the game, so the game started with no clear favorite for me. As we were eating our dinner we knew that we needed to pick sides, so that we could cheer and jeer. I gave you the Saints, while I took the Colts.

I have never been to Indianapolis, but I have been to New Orleans. What an amazing city! So full of Southern charm, great food, wonderful customs, history, and a great play to practice my all time favorite hobby – people watching. One of it’s nicknames is “The City That Care Forgot”, which refers to the outwardly easy-going, care free nature of many of it’s residents. Whether I was in the Garden District looking at all the amazing architectural homes, or sipping cafe au lait and chowing down on beignets at Cafe du Monde, or taking a ride on the steamboat Natchez down the Mississippi, or hopping on a streetcar to one of the amazingly beautiful cemeteries with their above ground tombs, or taking a stroll down Bourbon Street the people were just so charming to view. They all seemed to be so self-assured, totally okay with their authentic selves and were not all concerned that they were causing people to stare.

New Orleans is also called “The Big Easy” for several reasons. One is that at the turn of last century it was very easy for musicians to find work there. New Orleans is the home of jazz and to see a Jazz Funeral is truly a show of celebrating one’s life, not death. The name also refers to the fact that at one time New Orleans was the cheapest place in America to live. Red beans and rice and their famous Muffuletta sandwiches are proof positive of that fact, even today.

“The Big Easy”, for some reason, reminds me of our Sunday night dinners growing up.  This was the 1950’s and your grandmother had to take care of the home, your grandfather, and eight children with all the expenses and work attached to that all on $85/per week.  Raising one child, you, was amazing and fun, but image raising eight children, all born within an eleven year time span.  Image, never being out of the “diaper/potty training” stage for fourteen years!  And this was before the event of disposable diapers or diaper services in our life.  We had cloth diapers, that when it was just “wet” was one thing, but when they came with a “baby BM” surprise that was a whole other adventure.   Having six younger siblings, some of whom I had the “pleasure” of changing their diapers, improved my gag reflex.

Sunday night was your grandmother’s rest period.  She would make breakfast and lunch, but our evening meal was a no-brainer, easy peasy to get on the table.  Sunday nights we always had pop corn (via Jiffy Pop) and ice cream.  I loved Sunday nights!  For me there was nothing better than a big bowl of vanilla ice cream topped with Hershey’s chocolate syrup and peanuts in their skins.  I would let it melt a bit and then stir everything together, like my very own cold chocolate soup.  Delicious!  I know that this is where my desire to have something simple and easy on Sunday nights to eat.

Imagine my delight to find out that one of the teams competing in the Super Bowl this year, the best sporting night for eating, was from “The Big Easy”!  For me this was a sign from God that we would just have fun snacky type foods for dinner.  It would not be a well balanced meal at all.  Food Pyramid be turned on it’s side………………we were going to have fun, fattening and nothing good for us at all foods.

I know that one of your all time favorite snack, “Beth’s Dip”.  When ever we would eat something at someone’s home that we truly enjoyed, we would ask for the recipe.  If we were so blessed, I would always change the original name to include the name of the person who shared the recipe.  This dip is from the mother of the only children you ever baby-sat.  Baby-sitting was not the top of your list of things to do growing up.  Not only was it not on the top of your list, I am pretty sure it never made it to the Top 100 things you wanted to do.  However, these two boys were pretty special and you did enjoy the few times you baby-sat.

The second snack was one that we made up together.  I love, love, love Little Smokies – not your favorite.  I love, love, love Corn Dogs – not your favorite.  We needed to come up with something that be similar to Corn Dogs, but not a Corn Dog.  Something that had Little Smokies, but have their taste disguised so that it would not taste like a Little Smokie.  Hummm, what to do?  What to do?  Ta-Dah!  We now have “Little Piggies” to add to our snack arsenal.  Joy Rising!

Beth’s  Dip

Prep Time:                     5 minutes

Microwave Time:        3 minutes

Source:                            Beth, mother of Nathan and Ross

Ingredients:

  • 1 can Hormel Chili (you can use with or without beans, Beef or Turkey Chili)
  • 1 8 oz bar Cream Cheese  (you can use low fat or no fat or the totally fat)

Directions:

  1. Place Cream Cheese into microwave safe bowl.
  2. Microwave on high power for 60 seconds.
  3. Add the can of chili.
  4. Microwave on high power for 90 seconds.  If not hot enough, microwave another 30 seconds.

Serve with Tostitos  (plain or flavored)

Little  Piggies

Prep Time:           20 minutes

Bake Time:           20 minutes   at 350 degrees

Source:                  Original Mommy and Boo

Ingredients:

  • 1 package Little Smokies
  • 1 package Won Ton wrappers
  • 4 T Whole Grain Dijon County Style Mustard
  • 1 beaten egg
  • 1 T water

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Place water into bowl with beaten egg.  This will be your “egg wash”.

Lay out one won ton wrapper on your counter, turned on it’s side to look like a diamond shape.

Spread small amount of mustard onto the wrapper in the center.

Place one Little Smokie near the bottom “point” of one wrapper, about 1/3 way from the tip.

Brush a thin border of egg wash or water around the edges of the wrapper. This becomes the seal that holds the ingredients inside the Little Piggie.

Bring the point over the Little Smokie. Roll the Piggie one time to enclose the piggie. Fold the sides over the piggie. Roll the Little Piggie shut, and seal the tip with more egg wash or water.

Finish preparing the rest of the Little Piggies.

Place on baking sheet.

Bake 20 minutes, turning over half way through the baking process to allow both sides to brown.

Serve with more mustard or barbecue sauce.

Fall Down and Kiss Yo Mama’s Feet Pound Cake

Dearest Boo,  it is so fun to try out new recipes on you!  Your “Supertaster” Buds are always there to help out when they are needed.  Heck, that kind of makes you sound like some kind of Super Hero and perhaps we should dig out the “She-Ra” costume I made for you one Halloween.

If you’re classified as a supertaster, you tend not to eat fruits and vegetables because they may taste very bitter.  You use this a lot when I try to get you to eat your vegetables, with the only exceptions being potatoes, broccoli and green beans.  However, it must be so noted that to get the broccoli and green beans into you they  must be drowning in cheese sauce.  If you’re an “undertaster,” you may be more prone to eating (and overeating) sweets because it requires more taste to satiate you. Of note, researchers say about 25 percent of us are supertasters and 25 percent are undertasters, while the rest of us are simply regular tasters.

Here is the test that we saw on television one day.  The Blue-Tongue Test: Wipe a swab of blue food dye on your tongue and inspect the small circles of pink-colored tissue that polka dot the newly painted blue tongue.  Then, put a piece of paper — with a 4 mm hole, or the size of a hole punch in three-ring paper — over your tongue.  Use a magnifying glass to count the little pink dots you see in the hole. If you count fewer then five dots, it means you’re an undertaster, while more than 30 indicates you’re probably a supertaster.

Even before we knew you were a “Supertaster” we always knew that you were a “good little eater”.  That phrase always makes us laugh, as it reminds us of our vacations at the Tanque Verde Ranch in Tuscon, Arizona.  They had something for all of us to enjoy.  There was horse back riding and trail riding for you and your father and for me they had the most awesome restaurant.

I was in seventh heaven just pulling out my chair, smelling the fragrant smells wafting from the kitchen, and my mouth would start to salivate in eager anticipation of the delights that would soon be placed in front of me.  Your father and you were always anxious to wolf down your meal and get outside to go on a trail ride in the Saguaro Desert.  Not me!  Your poor father would have to hog-tie me and drag me outside to get on my horse.  I even tried telling him that I tried to tell him that I was in training for some competitive eating contest that would be held at the end of the week and I needed to stretch out my stomach.  Competitive eaters “train” by consuming large amounts prior to the contest.  He refused to buy that argument and I would find myself outdoors, sitting on the back of some poor animal.

I remember one year my “horse of the week” was Leadbelly and his name perfectly suited this poor steed.  He was huge and slow and no matter how much I kicked his belly to get him to move he refused to leave the corral.  We would just be there, me mounted on this horse that was standing stock still.  As if we were posing for some statue.  I worried that at this rate we would never catch up with the rest of the riders and we would be like Moses and the Isrealites wandering in the desert for the next forty-years.  Eventually, he would take off like a herd of turtles.  I would like to point out that lack of speed was not his short-coming once he sensed that we were headed back to the corral.  He would become as happy as a tick on a fat dog and lead the way back home to the ranch.  I swear, he could best any time from any race in the Kentucky Derby.

One morning we got to the corral only to see a strange site.  There was a huge truck in the middle of the corral, with a big wench working on cranking up something.  Ay Yup, there was Leadbelly, flat on his back with all four legs straight up in the air.  I like to think that whenever I hear thunder it’s Leadbelly’s hoof beats in Heaven.  As I recall the wranglers asked that I not ride the rest of our time there!  Oh fine, blame it on the fat lady!

Speaking of “fat”, brings me back to why we say you are a “good little eater”.  One year I was not able to go to the dude ranch with you and your father.  That week he befriended another family who had a son named Danny.  Danny’s mother was tall and thin and could not have weighed more than 120 pounds soaking wet.  That was true of Danny, too.  He weighed 120 pounds, but Danny was only about six years old.

At the corral there was a ramp that you could walk up to the side of the horse.  You would be taller than the horse, so to mount it all you had to do was sit down.  Easy peasy.  However, about halfway way through the ride everyone got to dismount and stretch their legs and enjoy a chuck wagon lunch.  At the end of lunch everyone saddled up to head back to the ranch.  The poor female wrangler was having a dickens of a time trying to get Danny mounted back into his saddle.  She just did not have the strength necessary to lift Danny high enough.  At this point your father took pity on the wrangler and went over to help.  The wrangler was on one side of the horse holding on to Danny’s hands to help pull him up, while your father squated down and placed his hands on Danny’s butt to push him upwards.  This was not an easy task, as for all intents and purposes, at this point Danny was basically dead weight.  They were making pretty good progress, when Danny very loudly demonstrated that he had been “gulping too much air”……….”he had eaten way too many beans for breakfast”……..okay, Danny farted in your father’s face!  I must have the mentality of a ten year old boy, as fart stories still crack me up.

The only thing that farts have to do with this recipe is that farts make me laugh and I laugh with delight when I make something so delicious.  I found this recipe online and knew that I had to try it.  The recipe stated that you would get one 8 1/2 x 4 1/2 loaf, but I was able to also fill up a 4 x 2 loaf pan.  After you had one slice from the small loaf you promptly ate the rest and licked the plate.  You then threw yourself down to the floor and started kissing my feet for making this extraordinary treat for you.  Okay, maybe you did not kiss my feet – but you did eat the entire tiny loaf!  This will be added to our list of fun foods to make and give away.  Joy Rising!

Kiss Yo Mama’s Feet Pound Cake

Prep Time:          15 minutes

Bake Time:          60 minutes

Source:                Pichet Ong’s “The Sweet Spot”

Ingredients:

  • 1  1/3 c all-purpose flour
  • 1 c unsalted butter, room temperature
  • 3/4 tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 c white sugar
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 8  1/2 oz (1 can) sweetened condensed milk
  • 3 large eggs

Directions:

  1. Preheat oven to 325 degrees
  2. Spray one  8  1/2 x 4  1/2 loaf pan with Pam and set aside  (or you can generously butter instead).
  3. Sift together the flour and baking powder and set aside (I just use my whisk to “sift” together).
  4. Pour the sugar and vanilla into your mixing bowl until mixed together.
  5. Add the butter and salt, mixing until light and fluffy (about two minutes).
  6. Scrape down the sides of the bowl and add the condensed milk.  Mix together thoroughly.
  7. Add the “sifted” flour/baking powder mixture and the salt.  Mix until blended.
  8. Add the eggs and beat until well blended.
  9. Pour batter into loaf pan (s) and bake until the top is dark golden brown and a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean.
  10. Cool completely in the loaf pan on a rack, then unmold.

Delicious just the way it is, or covered with fruit (like a shortcake).

Enjoy!