This will be a photo-free blog entry. You'll thank me.
We're back in Austin, a few days into our visit, and having a wonderful time. The kids are having fun, I'm having fun, all is well. We've been trying to visit some of our favorite places since we've been here. Today, we (me, Nana, Karen, the kids) drove to the Dripping Springs park that Nana and Pa always took Jordan to when she spent her days with them. Last time we were here, Jordan was in diapers.
We're at the park for maybe five minutes, and Jordan makes the dreaded announcement: "I have to go poo-poo". Crap. We walk over to the bathrooms attached to the public pool, and of course they're locked. Karen suggests driving to McDonalds. I hate leaving a place I just got to, I really really hate going into a place just to use their bathroom, and Jordan's ability to hold a potty urge is iffy. We don't test it. And we DON'T do port-a-potties or latrines. Better to just poop your pants in my book....
I am armed with a whole package of wet wipes, however. Wet wipes are to mothers what duct tape is to the rest of the population. So, since we're alone at the park (we look around to be absolutely sure), we go behind a tree, drop drawers, and poop on the gravel. This kid won't poop on half the public toilets we encounter at restaurants and shops (remember the hairy potty at Grand Canyon?), but she pooped on gravel. The MINUTE she starts to poop, a car pulls up. I clean her up, make a wet wipe glove of sorts, pick up the evidence, bury the offending gravel, put the trash in the trash bin, and go on with playtime at the park. Is this horrifying? Red-necked? I'm not sure, but I'm strangely proud of Jordan for doing what she had to do where she had to do it.
BTW, it seems that this blog has an unusual number of poop-related entries....
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Fall Risotto
Risotto recipes are a real pain to write out, so I'm going to assume if you're willing to try a risotto recipe, you already know the basics. Here's my latest twist on one of my favorite dishes. You mix in to the basic recipe:
- large onion, well carmelized
- half head of garlic, roasted at 400 for 1 hr, w/olive oil
- package of cubed frozen butternut squash, cooked on the stove in a little stock
- chopped fresh sage fried in butter
- splash of Chardonnay, which pairs awesomely with this meal (I like Clos du Bois)
All of my risottos use top quality organic chicken stock (std sodium, but I never add salt to the recipe), olive oil AND butter, and are finished with half-and-half and parmesan. It is soooo good :-)
Risotto recipes are a real pain to write out, so I'm going to assume if you're willing to try a risotto recipe, you already know the basics. Here's my latest twist on one of my favorite dishes. You mix in to the basic recipe:
- large onion, well carmelized
- half head of garlic, roasted at 400 for 1 hr, w/olive oil
- package of cubed frozen butternut squash, cooked on the stove in a little stock
- chopped fresh sage fried in butter
- splash of Chardonnay, which pairs awesomely with this meal (I like Clos du Bois)
All of my risottos use top quality organic chicken stock (std sodium, but I never add salt to the recipe), olive oil AND butter, and are finished with half-and-half and parmesan. It is soooo good :-)
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Summer Vay-Cay 2010
2 comments:
And this is less humiliating than just pooping in the portapottie? You made her poop in the gravel and covered it up like a cat does with cat litter? While someone else saw you?
I am humiliated because I DID let Michael poop in a portapottie once and I didn't have a wipe so I took him back to the car, dropped his drawers and washed his bottom off with a bottle of water. So I have my own "poop in public" issues.
Hey Kim! Love your blog. Quick story - I was taking Cass for a walk on the trail a little while back. She suddenly said, "uh oh!" Stepped off the trail, dropped her pants, and whizzed right there (no poop). It happened so fast, I could hardly believe it, much less stop it. Ha! I guess her country roots run strong.
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