Flowers Make Me Happy

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I have always made it a priority to keep fresh cut flowers in the house. They brighten the whole room up. The photos in this post are from the last two weeks.

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When my husband and I went on our first date, he showed up to my door with a single creamy pink and white carnation. He has since informed me it was a peppermint carnation. He finds this very important. You should, too. I had never seen a carnation sold by itself (being highly educated in only grocery store flowers), but I loved it all the same. I placed it in a large vase in my living room and there it sat all week long.

What I did not know about that flower was that it had been ripped from its brothers and sisters (of course, it should be happy, because their fate was much worse than its own). You see, my husband later told me the following story:

He was very excited to be going on our date. He had contemplated whether I would expect him to bring me flowers. He decided, yes. He decided right. But then there was the dilemma of what kind to bring, how many, what color?

The choices were overwhelming. If he brought me a rose, would I think it was too much? If he brought me a red rose would I assume he was all ready in love? If he brought me a bunch of flowers would I think he was desperate and trying too hard? He grabbed a dozen carnations and decided to contemplate them at home.

Once at home, he placed them in water and finally chose a single carnation, hoping it would be the right choice. It was.

Two days after our first date, he asked me over to his house for dinner. He was going to make it himself. Those poor carnations were immediately dumped in to the trashcan prior to my arrival. Because what would I have thought if I saw them there on his counter? I would have known he had not given me all of the flowers.

The month of November holds our first date. This year, he brought me a dozen carnations in creamy pink and white (don’t forget, peppermint) to mark the occasion… This time I got to keep them all.

My Mother-in-Law is Going to Kill Me…Beef Stroganoff

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Here is the deal: before I divulge this recipe, you have to cross your heart and promise not to tell on me for revealing this recipe. This is highly classified…highly protected…most definitely incorrect information.

My mother-in-law is a fantastic cook. Early in our marriage, I asked her for my husband’s most favorite of her recipes: her beef stroganoff. I was sent a different recipe instead. I asked again. I was told to throw the meat in a crockpot with water. Not quite what I was looking for.

In case you think it’s just me, before we met, my husband requested it when he moved in to his first apartment. A clipped version from the newspaper was sent to him with a note that said, “this is similar.”

Eleven years ago, I was visiting her and I asked her to show me how to make her famous stroganoff. “Sure,” she said. And she showed me. I cooked it that way for two years. It was not the same.

Two years later, I asked to watch her make it again. This time we floured the meat. Hmmm… Well, this is different. So, for two more years I cooked it that way. Nope, still not the same. It was at this point, I began to get suspiscious.

Then I finally had her in my kitchen. I asked her to show me again how to make it. This time, we did not flour the meat.

“Why aren’t we flouring the meat?” I asked her.

“I have never floured the meat.”. She replied. Unfortunately for her, I have a memory like an elephant, so I could remember each and every step from years before.

For the next four years I would flour half of my meat and not flour the other half. It was all very confusing.

Last year, I had her in my kitchen again. You know where this is going…

“Let’s make your beef stroganoff,” I said. It is jolly good times for you visitors who come to my house. This time, not only did we not flour the meat, the whole recipe was different. And it was not good. Which probably does not bode well for my daughter-in-law status.

These were my questions: “Why are we adding onions?” ” Doesn’t it need more gravy mix?” “We’re adding mushrooms?”. But my favorite, “When do we add the ketchup?” ,which was added each and every time in the previous recipes, received this response: “I have never added ketchup.”

I have been led around this recipe for fourteen years of my marriage, and these are the pieces of the recipe I have picked up. I have cooked it at least 100 times. Not only do I think I am missing something, I know it.

But here it is: in all of its imperfect, but still delicious, glory:

Ingredients:

3-4 pounds top sirloin (I am using New York strip steak, because I had it frozen, but I almost always use sirloin)
1/3 of the giant McCormick Gravy container at Costco (This ends up being about 1 and 1/2 cups)
1 16 oz. tub of sour cream
1/3 cup Flour to coat half the meat in : )
1 tablespoon steak seasoning
Salt
Ketchup!
3 Tablespoons of butter for stroganoff (this part, I added myself in my many attempts to copy the recipe)
2 Tablespoons of butter for egg noodles
Egg noodles (I often find myself using other noodles as well, if I am out)

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Pour flour in to a bowl and mix with Steak seasoning.

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Cut meat into long thin strips. It is easier to cut if the meat is partially frozen. Be careful of those hands!

Heat 1 Tablespoon of olive oil in a large pot. Put 3/4 of the meat into the pot on the stovetop on medium heat.

Coat the other 1/4 of the meat in the flour mixture. Add to the large pot.

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Stir meat around until it has just begun to brown.

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In a measuring glass, mix 1 cup dry gravy with equal parts water. Pour over meat. Mix 1/2 cup of dry gravy with equal parts water. Pour over meat. Add one extra cup of water. Stir. Bring to a gentle boil. Turn heat to low and cook covered for three hours. You will have to check meat every thirty minutes and stir: add 1/4 cup of water each time if it is too thick. Sorry, I can’t get more technical. At the end, there will be a gloppy mess in the pot from the mixture sticking. It is not pretty. It is hard to get off. I do not know how to avoid it. Just soak your pot when you are done. If you have any suggestions, please let me know. Please use an old pot if you are worried about it.

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When 2 hours and 45 minutes have passed, fill another pot with water and boil. Cook noodles as directed. Drain. Set aside, but first toss with 2 Tablespoons of butter and salt to taste. The kids love this!

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Now, three hours have passed since the meat has been slowly simmering. At this point squirt in about 1/4 cup of ketchup. Stir. Add sour cream stir. Add butter. Taste, add more salt if necessary. Stir. Bring mixture back to a slight simmer. You do not want to curdle the mixture, just reheat it. Once it is hot, turn off heat.

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Serve over buttered egg noodles. And don’t tell my mother-in-law! ( I don’t know what she was afraid of. It is not like I would tell anyone else about this recipe.). ; )

I serve this with french bread and salad. It is heavenly!

Do you have a recipe in your family that is a secret, even from you? Thank you for stopping by! I really appreciate it!

Sewing Pillows

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I cannot sew, but somehow I found myself yearning to do so. I used to sew a project with my grandmother every summer, but sadly did not retain any of those skills. I went to the flea market last year with a dear friend and bought three vintage feed bags and a beautiful pink piece of vintage fabric from Thailand. I commissioned one of the feedbags into a lovely piano cushion for our bench from a local furniture upholsterer (that was certainly a task I could not handle).

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I turned the other three into pillows. I sewed all three of them by hand. I am very proud of myself. I even added zippers! I bought a scrap of linen on sale for $5 to back the pink fabric. I still have enough linen leftover for one more pillow. I just need to find the perfect victim, I mean fabric.

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It was quite tedious, but so rewarding. I really enjoyed it. I favor the pillows that I made myself and find myself not rotating my pillows as frequently as I used to. The feedbags were the easiest projects. I simply recut the seams and resewed them to fit different body pillows.

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I have heard of people taking Anthropologie tea towels and sewing pillows out of them. I have not tackled this. I think it would be a darling idea for a child’s room.

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I have also used an Anthropologie tablecloth to make a pillow.

Do you love pillows as much as I do? Can you sew?

Thank you for stopping by!

Wee Little Cakes

Come closer, I have a secret to tell you. I like Cool Whip. I could eat a whole tub of the stuff. Even that commercial, “oil or cream,” did nothing to dissuade my opinion. I found myself wishing the woman would choose oil every time. I have to control myself around the cloudy pools of crack. If I ate the whole tub, that would just become another story. Another time for my family to be able to say, “remember the time when Jenni ate that whole…”

I have heard they only sell Cool Whip in the United States and Canada. If you live in a different country, you can always use whipped cream (my friend Kerri makes the best, most amazing whipped cream). I love whipped cream, but I do not like making it. Here is a picture of the treasure I speak of:

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I found this recipe from the Pioneer Woman and I knew once again my self control would be tackled.

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Look at this wee little cake. Isn’t it precious? It is almost as glorious as a store bought sheet cake.

I am not good at baking cakes. I have gotten a little better. My sweet, sweet friend came over one day and helped me bake my daughter the most beautiful cake (thank you Kellie). But it has been a slow road. The first cake I ever made was a “Welcome home!” cake for my husband (then fiance). I forgot to grease the pans and the whole thing turned into a puddle of tears and mushy flour. This time, I followed the Pioneer Woman’s recipe. I will not give you a play by play, because she did it much better!

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I will normally sprinkle sugar or cocoa powder over a cookie cutter to make a pretty design on top. However, sugar would not show up. A recent pantry cleaning revealed all of my cocoa powder had expired and I have yet to pick up a new tub. This is a sad little demonstration using chocolate chips.

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Lest you think I can actually bake. This is what the second cake turned out like. It is completely lopsided. “I can’t wait to eat that!” does not come to mind when one looks at this cake. In fact, it sat lonely in the fridge. It sat there for four days. I had two bites of it in that time. It did not taste as good as the pretty cake.

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My husband really liked the cake. In fact he has asked me to make it again. It is incredibly rich. I think next time I would use lemon curd. The chocolate was a little much. It took me five minutes to make the first cake. Another two minutes to make the second travesty of pastry. I suggest you take your time cutting so you do not end up with a depressing sight greeting you in the refrigerator for four days in a row. It is an easy (for most) quick trick in case you forget a birthday.