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Beef and Lamb Tuscan Meatloaf
Jen over at The Harvest recently re-requested my Tuscan Meatloaf recipe, claiming “it was the best EVER”. Sadly I can’t claim full creation rights behind that one as I concocted it from several different recipes, but I do have to concede that it is pretty yummy, with the secret being I use fresh herbs from the garden. This recipe produces…
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The Professor of Poop
Let’s all do the group groan… yes, you knew it was bound to come at some point – Wookie’s first poop story. My number one job is mom, but my number two job (bahahaha) is Adjunct Assistant Professor of Bio and Ag Engineering. Several weeks back I was approached by one of my students to serve on her graduate committee,…
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We Have a Truce
This is the other female in our house. Isn’t she pretty? She is the sweetest and most gentle cat I have ever met. After she suffered the wrath of my pregnancy and postpartum disgust (yes I found another PPD, and no I did not abuse her), we have now made amends and are on friendly terms again, the truce being…
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Under the Waterfall – Postpartum Drowning
Husum Falls, Joe is front left, I am middle left. This is our raft, and I am fully submerged at this point. In the summer of 2006, Joe and I took a rafting trip down the White Salmon River in Washington. Two-thirds of the way down the river, we took a dive off a 14 ft waterfall, Husum Falls, a…
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Motherhood: The Measuring Stick – Part 2
Yesterday after reading my post, my sweet and thoughtful friend Eileen questioned me on my use of Jesus as a measuring stick – her concern being not only I was setting impossible standards but was attempting to attain the same position as God, something that got the Archangel Lucifer booted from Heaven. I don’t believe that godliness (a term often…
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Motherhood: The Measuring Stick – Part 1
By nature, I am a student. I love the entire process – the initial curiosity, the exploration, finding answers, applying the answers, and the evaluation. When I finished my PhD back in 2007, I found myself at a loss. I switched to the role of teacher and suddenly the only measurement of my work was if I was kept employed…
