Game Night With A Side Of Veggies

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This magical thing happened when the kids turned 5, 6, and 8. We discovered family game night. I know that we didn’t invent this fun and wholesome way for a family to set aside their gadgets and enjoy some laughs (tears) and fun (tears) but we are the newest fans. Seriously though, are everyone’s kids sore losers? They are so intense when it comes to a friendly board game! Regardless, we all love having a nice dinner together at home with some of our favorite games.

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My secret, and probably the only reason we have time to do an impromptu night of fun, is occasionally grabbing a meal to-go on our way home from our daily after school routine of activities and sports. What is better than walking in the door and having a meal ready to set out for my favorite people? Nothing, that’s what. The best part is that I recently learned that this meal doesn’t have to cost 1.4 million dollars, and it doesn’t have to be junkie fast food. It can be lean meats and veggies and grains like I would prepare myself, from the sponsor of our game night, Cracker Barrel and their Wholesome Fixin’s menu. We also wrote about how you can make healthier comfort food at home, right here.

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Read on for our easy low-stress family game night tips and our 10 favorite games, and also photos of scrumptious, made from scratch Buttermilk Biscuits.

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And photos of this goofball.

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Easy Weeknight Dinner: A Side of Roasted Potatoes

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While I grew up in Rhode Island, favoring pasta as my carb of choice, my husband was in Oklahoma, Texas and New Mexico (The Oil Belt, as I like to call it) feasting on a diet of mostly meat and potatoes. He has since developed a more exotic palette but his comfort zone always goes back to a pork roast or a steak with a side of tender roasted potatoes with a slightly crisp edge. Here is how I give my dude his potato fix.

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Ingredients:

8 Medium-sized Yukon Gold Potatoes (We like them peeled) – cut into 2″ bites

3 Tablespoons Olive Oil

3 teaspoons Seasonello Bologna Aromatic Herbal Salt
– This stuff is amazing, we use it 3 times a week, but if you aren’t into collecting spices, use your favorite blend of salt, pepper, garlic, rosemary, sage, whatever you like.

3 Tablespoons parsley (for garnish) and 1 Tablespoon lemon zest (optional)

Directions:

Preheat oven to 450 degrees

Toss Potatoes in herbs and olive oil.

Spread out in a single layer on a cookie sheet

Roast for 45 minutes, turning with a spatula as needed for even browning. If you need an extra “crisping” hit them with the broiler for 3-4 minutes at the end but watch carefully so they don’t burn.

Transfer to a serving bowl and top with parsley and zest.

Enjoy!

 

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A Beautiful Week in Minnesota

We are a family that travels a lot, but we have always stuck around for Hanukkah and Christmas. I invite my family, my in laws, my step family, my friends (everyone basically) over to my house for an afternoon meal on Christmas and we gorge ourselves, then rest for a few days. My brother and sister live far away and can’t usually make it. After the times we spent together this year being so sad, we decided we should take a vacation together. Also, my mom made a super big deal about us being a family when she was gone. I haven’t been to Minnesota to see my brother in over five years, and he had been out to California so much, so it was time for my brood to make the trip.
Minnesota_ArtistPoint_BTL1454 I am slightly ashamed to admit this, but other than a few drives to sad sledding hills in Southern California, my daughter had never really seen snow. So we booked a trip to Minneapolis where we met up with brother and sister-in-law, and from there we drove up to the North Shore of Lake Superior. Minnesota_SplitRock_MG_8405-Edit I’d never been up to the North Shore and honestly, I don’t even own gloves. I was not prepared for the cold, but we got lucky as it was in the high 20’s most of our visit, which seemed miserable at first but we adjusted rather quickly. All the locals kept telling us it was downright balmy for Minnesota in January. I don’t know about that, but it was rather lovely and a great change of pace from the season-less-ness of Los Angeles. Gap Kids sent Scarlet a jacket and my sister-in-law let me borrow some gloves.Minnesota Family You may remember my brother from years past. I’ve mentioned that he is a nature photographer (as well as a biology teacher). He wrote an amazing post for us: 25 Tips for Taking Great Photographs, and he took the pictures seen above of the Minnesota wilderness. Definitely read through his photography post, it’s so helpful and I refer to it all the time. He is dedicated to his craft. I mean, he spent a good 30 minutes at Goosebury Falls just taking a picture of this one icicle. I thought he was nuts. But… that’s a pretty awesome picture. Minnesota_Ice_BJL2812

More on our itinerary and the truly beautiful stuff we saw in this Minnesota winter… (more…)

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My Family Jewels

Over the past six months I have heard many aphorisms about death and loss as it relates to the right of passage that is losing your mother. Most of them sort of fall around me unexamined because I think my mother’s death was (as every person’s death must be) unique. But there is one that has stuck with me, sort of floating about my head reminding me that I am, once again, motherless, and in turn reminding me how lucky I am to have been taken in and raised by my mom. It is the idea that everyone is a child until they lose their mother. This has rung very true for me, echoing in my head as I sing my daughter the same lullaby my mom sang to me, or as I teach her to bake the rugelach I ate as a child. I feel like an adult, in the roundest sense of the word. I make all the decisions and I pass on all the lessons; grandma Gigi is gone, her lessons will only be passed on through me and the one letter she wrote Scarlet after she was born. My childhood is a memory only my sister shares. But in recent weeks, as I’ve felt ready to delve into the possessions my mother left to me and my daughter, I’ve discovered that there is one thing that makes me feel like a little girl again, like I’m being privileged into the world of adulthood with my mother’s permission. And that is touching her jewelry.

My Mother's Charm Bracelet My mother was a bejeweled woman. She wore at least one ring on each finger on each hand, every day. She wore three necklaces at all times. She sparkled and gleamed like an Egyptian pharaoh on those rare occassions she dressed up for an evening out. She kept a safe at the bottom of our house, filled with golden treasures from my father, my grandmother, and great grandmothers. Every now and then after my insistent whining, she would open it up and let me touch everything, enchanting me with tales of her youth in New York City and the wealth and glamour she remembered from a very different time. My favorite of her entire collection was the charm bracelet pictured above. Her mother made it for her, adding to it over the years, and there was nothing more I wanted then to have it for my own. My mother gifted me many jewels over the years; a simple, classy, timeless item of jewelry was her idea of the proper way to honor a significant birthday (a sapphire ring for my 13th, a string of pearls when I turned 16), but the charm bracelet was hers. I was so enamored of it that I started one for Scarlet when she was born. I should probably have saved for college instead, but I felt that this bracelet was a symbol of love and acknowledgement of the events in her life that would last more than the toys or dolls she would want every year. It was the magic of a lifetime, distilled into a very specific, feminine form; a scrapbook or photo album from a time before facebook. And giving Scarlet her charm each year made me think of my mother as a child, building this bracelet with my grandmother, her little face lighting up with the excitement of nostalgia for the past year, even at such a young age.

Vintage Charms Of course, now I realize that charms and bracelets and gold and jewels are just things. They aren’t my mother. They aren’t me. They won’t be anything more than a story for Scarlet, but won’t it be the most memorable story of my mother for her? The tangible, precious thing she was given that is also a trip through a different kind of childhood, her grandmother’s youth.  My mother’s charm bracelet stayed locked in that safe until this July, a few days before she died. When all of her children and their wives were gathered together, she divvied it up, sharing with us some memories and watching as we oohed and aahed and cried and cried. She filled a box with treasures for Scarlet, and in that box was this bracelet. Oh, I could tell you so much about each charm, the things they can do, the magic of a miniature. Maybe I will soon.

She also left us some other beautiful things. This butterfly bracelet is Scarlet’s favorite. I only just now noticed the heart on the clasp.Vintage Butterfly Bracelet

My mother gave me these earrings when I was 18. She told me that her mother gave them to her when she was 12, but I wasn’t responsible enough yet to have them. She was right. And even after giving them to me, I asked her to put them right back in that safe. I am still afraid to wear them, though I did once. It’s okay to own something so special you don’t use it; I see that now. I used to think she was crazy for keeping all the most beautiful things of our family locked away, but I understand today that their real value is actually being realized now that she is gone. That by saving them, she made sure I would have them when I needed them most, to remember her. It makes sense to me as an adult. Vintage Bell Earrings

My mother gave me a lot of turquoise over the years because she knew I loved it. But she saved this. I will wear this occasionally because it has a backed up clasp chain. I had it cleaned and tweaked to make sure it works. Vintage Turquoise and Gold Bracelet

These may be my favorite of all the things my mom gave me. I have never seen her wear them. Big earrings weren’t her style. They must have been my grandmothers. I am too nervous to lose one, I will enjoy these by holding them and showing them to Scarlet when she begs. Maybe I will wear them on Valentine’s day just around the house. Vintage Cupid Earrings

I know this set was my grandmother’s because it made her red hair seem even more vibrant. It is made of jasper and the matching earrings are glorius. The clasp alone is something to admire – my mom was right when she said they don’t make things like they used to. Vintage Jasper Necklace and Earrings

This is a treasure I was never allowed to touch, so I feel the most young when I hold it. It is an art nouveau locket from the 1920’s. The back is engraved with my great grandmother’s initials, SS, for Selma Solomon. The pictures inside have been lost to posterity, but before she died my mother told me that she lost her grandmother Selma at age 8, and it broke her heart. Scarlet was only 7 when my mother died, and she saw a similarity there. The scripted S on this locket is why she left it to my daughter. Art Nouveau Locket

This was my mother’s teething ring. It is made of (I think) mother-of-pearl and sterling silver. It was a gift from her grandmother, and she left it to me to give to my grandchildren one day. Of course no baby will ever bite down on it again, but through this heirloom my daughter and I will share a memory of my mother when I become a grandmother. Vintage Teething Ring

And if you are curious, here is the charm bracelet I started for Scarlet when she was 2. She is seven now. I will share more about what each charm means at another time. It is all gold (maybe I made a bad choice in mixing my gold colors); some of the charms are vintage finds I hunted down on ebay or came across at an antique shop, and some are new, selected to represent what happened in Scarlet’s life that year. All are probably way too expensive and ridiculous to give a child. I keep the bracelet locked in a safe and let Scarlet hold it on her birthday every year, or take it out when she asks, then lock it right back up. Maybe my mother and I are not as different as I always imagined. Scarlet's Charm Bracelet 2

Maybe the glamour, grace, and generosity of my mother are the qualities that Scarlet will remember. Maybe through these charms my mother’s death will be made magic and her spirit everlasting.

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