<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680</id><updated>2011-08-02T22:12:09.099-04:00</updated><category term='nicknames'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='mushroom'/><category term='likes and dislikes'/><category term='quirks'/><category term='first time'/><category term='terrible twos'/><category term='card'/><category term='ragout'/><category term='song lyrics'/><category term='sign language'/><category term='homeopathics'/><category term='new words'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='clementine cake'/><category term='baby'/><category term='neighbours'/><category term='the things they say'/><category term='vegetarian'/><category term='gluten-free'/><category term='funny things'/><category term='tomato'/><category term='cards'/><category term='zucchini'/><category term='egg-free'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>chrissy's (food) blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-3900293125207512090</id><published>2011-04-15T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T15:39:58.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heidi + Markers + Mommy not paying attention =</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-diJdIZUImxU/TaieyJ5r1fI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wZpVUWcWtYw/s1600/2011-04-15+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-diJdIZUImxU/TaieyJ5r1fI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wZpVUWcWtYw/s400/2011-04-15+001.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-3900293125207512090?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3900293125207512090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/heidi-markers-mommy-not-paying.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/3900293125207512090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/3900293125207512090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/heidi-markers-mommy-not-paying.html' title='Heidi + Markers + Mommy not paying attention ='/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-diJdIZUImxU/TaieyJ5r1fI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wZpVUWcWtYw/s72-c/2011-04-15+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-6947968184087916768</id><published>2010-10-15T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:39:01.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the things they say'/><title type='text'>The things they say</title><content type='html'>Heidi: I have good idea! (pointing her index finger up, pause). Eat Moe for dinner! (hysterical laughing). I have good idea! Eat Artemis for dinner! (more hysterical laughter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia, talking to our neighbour: That one is similar to .....&lt;br /&gt;Neighbour: What, honey?&lt;br /&gt;Amelia: *sigh* It means &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-6947968184087916768?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6947968184087916768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-they-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/6947968184087916768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/6947968184087916768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-they-say.html' title='The things they say'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-5269000234913060927</id><published>2010-10-15T16:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T09:37:54.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownies</title><content type='html'>I made the most amazing brownies this morning. So much for watching what I eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the recipe from &lt;a href="http://www.thedragonskitchen.com/"&gt;Dragon's Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;, and modified it &lt;i&gt;slightly&lt;/i&gt;.  Check out her blog.&amp;nbsp; She's a friend of my uncle, and an amazing cook.  Haven't met her, but I've heard a lot about her and her food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup + 1 Tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar (2/3 cup white, 1/3 cup light brown)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup + 2&amp;nbsp; Tbsp unsweetened cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp instant coffee granules&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup chopped walnuts, chocolate chips, dried cranberries, etc. (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;1.   Position a rack in the lower third of the oven and preheat the oven to   325°F. Line the bottom and sides of the baking pan with parchment  paper  or foil, leaving an overhang on two opposite sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Combine  the butter, sugar, cocoa, and salt in a medium heatproof bowl  and set  the bowl in a wide skillet of barely simmering water. Stir from  time to  time until the butter is melted and the mixture is smooth and  hot. Remove the bowl from the skillet and set aside briefly until  the  mixture is only warm, not hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stir in the vanilla  and coffee. Add the eggs one at a time,  stirring vigorously after each  one. When the batter looks thick, shiny,  and well-blended, add the  flour and stir until you cannot see it any  longer, beat vigorously with  a wooden spoon. Stir in the nuts, if using. Spread evenly in the lined   pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bake until a toothpick plunged into the center  emerges  slightly moist with batter, 30 minutes. Let cool completely on  a  rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lift up the ends of the parchment or foil liner, and transfer the brownies to a cutting board. Cut into squares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/TLmqWVtmycI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Ums7kUHFako/s1600/brownies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/TLmqWVtmycI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Ums7kUHFako/s320/brownies.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so as if I could wait for them to cool down. I ate them warm straight out of the pan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-5269000234913060927?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5269000234913060927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/10/brownies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/5269000234913060927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/5269000234913060927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/10/brownies.html' title='Brownies'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/TLmqWVtmycI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Ums7kUHFako/s72-c/brownies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-2624014099249883912</id><published>2010-08-04T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T16:12:18.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner time conversations</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Amelia was playing a game which I had died and she and Kendrick were taking care of Heidi.  I ended up being paranoid all day that I was about to die.  Kids know these things.  When I went to bed last night I had a dull ache in the back of my head so I assumed I had an aneurysm, obviously.  I meant to tell Kendrick that I was probably going to die sometime in the night, but forgot.  Anyway, this whole convoluted tale is leading up to our conversation at dinner this evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (after relaying the above tale to Kendrick) My head was going "voooom" like every 15 minutes. Seriously.  With the sound effects and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendrick: Mine does that sometimes, but not with the sound effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: My aneurysms are cooler than your aneurysms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-2624014099249883912?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2624014099249883912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/08/dinner-time-conversations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/2624014099249883912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/2624014099249883912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/08/dinner-time-conversations.html' title='Dinner time conversations'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-1321496685350238029</id><published>2010-06-05T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T08:53:08.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>Kindergarten is starting soon (okay - in 3 months, but that's soon enough).&amp;nbsp; I actually got a little teary at the information night.&amp;nbsp; My little girl is growing up and I've only got a few more months with her all to myself.&amp;nbsp; I have to entrust the school system to keep her safe, to teach her, to nurture her.&amp;nbsp; I just hope I've done my part in preparing her for this big step.&amp;nbsp; I worry she's going to pee her pants.&amp;nbsp; I worry that other kids won't play with her. I worry that she'll be stubborn like her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to prepare her (and me), we've registered her in a week-long summer camp.&amp;nbsp; Princess camp.&amp;nbsp; I know, I said I'd never do such a thing if I had a little girl, but now that I do, I realize that it doesn't have to be a bad thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi is talking up a storm.&amp;nbsp; She calls Artemis "Ass", as I've probably mentioned.&amp;nbsp; A couple of days ago she put a cloth on his head and then pointed at him and said, "Ass hat!".&amp;nbsp; Yes he is, Heidi, yes he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to do things herself.&amp;nbsp; One of phrases you hear most coming out of her mouth is, "No, Heidi do!".&amp;nbsp; It's a little frustrating for both of us.&amp;nbsp; She still calls Amelia "Ness".&amp;nbsp; She adores her big sister and follows her around everywhere.&amp;nbsp; Kindergarten is going to be a huge adjustment for Heidi too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Heidi-speak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where Ness is?"&lt;br /&gt;"Libby bus" - Olivia's school bus&lt;br /&gt;"Silly (Ness, Mommy, Daddy)!"&lt;br /&gt;"Wha happened?" (Paging Fred Willard!)&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy's milkies all gone!"&amp;nbsp; Shortly followed by: "Tiny bit, please?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-1321496685350238029?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1321496685350238029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/1321496685350238029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/1321496685350238029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-1293881326392932042</id><published>2010-03-03T18:50:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:29:26.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egg-free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clementine cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gluten-free'/><title type='text'>Clementine Cake</title><content type='html'>I wasn't sure I could do it when I first thought about it:  taking a recipe with only 5 ingredients, changing 2 of them and still getting something that even remotely resembled what it was supposed to be.  In this case, that something is a Clementine Cake.  The recipe called for ground almonds, 5 whole clementines, 6 eggs, sugar, and baking powder.  I set out to replace all 6 eggs and the sugar.  Here's how it turned out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S473cE6AsEI/AAAAAAAAACo/F9HG1TVJ-Ok/s1600-h/2010-03-03-clementinecake+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S473cE6AsEI/AAAAAAAAACo/F9HG1TVJ-Ok/s320/2010-03-03-clementinecake+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444561061262962754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that's pretty successful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I did it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 clementine oranges&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup honey&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 cups ground almonds&lt;br /&gt;1 banana, mashed&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp whole flax seed, ground  + 3 Tbsp water&lt;br /&gt;     3 tsp egg replacer*&lt;br /&gt;     3 Tbsp water (or whatever liquid your egg replacer calls for)*&lt;br /&gt;      2 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="style2"&gt;*I used commercial egg replacer. It's basically baking soda, corn starch, and other things, that you add water to. For this recipe, I used an equivalent of 3 eggs worth of egg replacer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash the clementines.  Put in a medium pot and cover with cold water. Bring to a boil, covered, and let simmer for 2 hours.  Check them periodically to make sure the water doesn't boil away. Drain and cool.  When cool, split then open and remove and seeds.  Put the clementines, peel and all, into a food processor and chop.  Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what the clementines look like after boiling for a couple of hours.  Oh, and the house smells divine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S477IE87vTI/AAAAAAAAACw/d7ov9olgXng/s1600-h/2010-03-03-clementinecake+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S477IE87vTI/AAAAAAAAACw/d7ov9olgXng/s320/2010-03-03-clementinecake+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444565115724348722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And here they are chopped up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S478iYlwh9I/AAAAAAAAADA/4TiVrj5tWq4/s1600-h/2010-03-03-clementinecake+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S478iYlwh9I/AAAAAAAAADA/4TiVrj5tWq4/s320/2010-03-03-clementinecake+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444566667184080850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 350.  Grease an 8-inch spring-form pan and line the bottom with parchment paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix the ground flax and 3 Tbsp water in a small bowl.  Let sit for a few minutes to become almost gelatinous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ground the almonds myself in the food processor.  Cheaper than buying them pre-ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S4778WEyXQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Qy9sefryv9M/s1600-h/2010-03-03-clementinecake+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S4778WEyXQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Qy9sefryv9M/s320/2010-03-03-clementinecake+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444566013673889026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a mixer bowl, combine banana, flax seed mush, egg replacer and water.  Beat together.  Add the ground almonds, honey, and baking powder.  Beat again.  Add the chopped clementines.  Mix well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour the batter into the prepared pan and put in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where things may turn out different for you.  My oven is wonky and things never cook how they are supposed to.  The cake took 70 minutes to bake in my oven, but I would check it after 40 minutes and then every 5-10 minutes after.  I don't expect it should actually take any longer than 55 minutes in a reliable oven.  I'll have to recreate this at my mom's house soon to test the baking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a toothpick comes out clean, remove from oven and let cool for 10 minutes in the pan.  Remove from pan and let fully cool on a serving platter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished cake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S479G1Sd5tI/AAAAAAAAADI/Yy22FT5r0rk/s1600-h/2010-03-03-clementinecake+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S479G1Sd5tI/AAAAAAAAADI/Yy22FT5r0rk/s320/2010-03-03-clementinecake+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444567293363087058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before you're ready to serve, you can sprinkle with powdered sugar if you wish.  Next time I want to drizzle it with some melted dark chocolate or chocolate ganache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a successful day in the kitchen for me.  Next time I'm thinking of trying an chocolate-avocado cake.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-1293881326392932042?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1293881326392932042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/03/clementine-cake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/1293881326392932042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/1293881326392932042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/03/clementine-cake.html' title='Clementine Cake'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S473cE6AsEI/AAAAAAAAACo/F9HG1TVJ-Ok/s72-c/2010-03-03-clementinecake+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-7025288804649837766</id><published>2010-02-25T08:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:52:33.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>Stay tuned for some big changes around here.  Due to a huge opportunity approaching, I am changing my blog to more food-related topics.  Things have been insanely insane lately (sick house since January 1!), but once things settle down, I'll start making the changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to post recipes, with pictures, every couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, to here and your television set, for more!  Hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-7025288804649837766?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7025288804649837766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/02/ch-ch-ch-changes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7025288804649837766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7025288804649837766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/02/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-1046128133610189857</id><published>2010-01-27T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:47:49.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='card'/><title type='text'>Another new card!</title><content type='html'>I'm on a roll here with the kids feeling run-down and lazy and being forced to stay inside.  I made another Charlotte card this afternoon.  This one is for Atika's birthday, which is this weekend.  Possibly too blingy?  I like it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S2DehPQKRXI/AAAAAAAAACg/nQQZC4yvb-k/s1600-h/Charlotte+Card+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S2DehPQKRXI/AAAAAAAAACg/nQQZC4yvb-k/s320/Charlotte+Card+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431585813220181362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-1046128133610189857?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1046128133610189857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-new-card.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/1046128133610189857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/1046128133610189857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-new-card.html' title='Another new card!'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S2DehPQKRXI/AAAAAAAAACg/nQQZC4yvb-k/s72-c/Charlotte+Card+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-2073089794044337577</id><published>2010-01-27T15:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:05:54.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='card'/><title type='text'>Prince Ian Card</title><content type='html'>Here's my card for day 4 of the &lt;a href="http://splendidstamping.blogspot.com/2010/01/tgf-cha-relay-begins.html"&gt;CHA relay&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm so impressed with myself for making 4 cards in 4 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this can be a thank you card... Nice and simple.  I love the stripes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S2CcQoyjpMI/AAAAAAAAACY/tqKcF3_KSIg/s1600-h/PrinceIancard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S2CcQoyjpMI/AAAAAAAAACY/tqKcF3_KSIg/s320/PrinceIancard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431512960250127554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-2073089794044337577?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2073089794044337577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/prince-ian-card.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/2073089794044337577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/2073089794044337577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/prince-ian-card.html' title='Prince Ian Card'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S2CcQoyjpMI/AAAAAAAAACY/tqKcF3_KSIg/s72-c/PrinceIancard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-3698797422496693609</id><published>2010-01-26T14:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:55:27.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Toby Cub card</title><content type='html'>Here's the next card in the CHA challenge over at The Greeting Farm.  I can't believe I'm keeping up with things so far!  Now I just need to remember to upload it to the contest site tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S19If2aYsjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/06D3A9lts9g/s1600-h/tobycub+card+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S19If2aYsjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/06D3A9lts9g/s320/tobycub+card+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431139387651437106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-3698797422496693609?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3698797422496693609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/toby-cub-card.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/3698797422496693609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/3698797422496693609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/toby-cub-card.html' title='Toby Cub card'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S19If2aYsjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/06D3A9lts9g/s72-c/tobycub+card+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-6866211707175964678</id><published>2010-01-25T18:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:53:06.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte card</title><content type='html'>Here's my next card for &lt;a href="http://splendidstamping.blogspot.com/2010/01/tgf-cha-relay-begins.html"&gt;The Greeting Farm&lt;/a&gt; challenge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S14uTEUy4gI/AAAAAAAAACI/8hW-ezinPPs/s1600-h/charlottecard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S14uTEUy4gI/AAAAAAAAACI/8hW-ezinPPs/s320/charlottecard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430829105768751618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used a background I had already made up for my stash.  I think it's quite pretty.  Looking forward to the next one!  Except I'm out of glue, so I had better get my butt to the store tomorrow for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-6866211707175964678?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6866211707175964678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/charlotte-card.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/6866211707175964678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/6866211707175964678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/charlotte-card.html' title='Charlotte card'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S14uTEUy4gI/AAAAAAAAACI/8hW-ezinPPs/s72-c/charlottecard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-3236671106957892671</id><published>2010-01-25T17:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:58:50.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mer Ian card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S14WXA0zbPI/AAAAAAAAACA/RiFlPncCkM0/s1600-h/meriancard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S14WXA0zbPI/AAAAAAAAACA/RiFlPncCkM0/s320/meriancard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430802785269673202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the card I whipped together for &lt;a href="http://splendidstamping.blogspot.com/2010/01/tgf-cha-relay-begins.html"&gt;The Greeting Farm&lt;/a&gt; challenge. I was planning on just throwing something together, just so I could get the next stamp, but I'm actually quite pleased with the result.  I used my oldest paper (!) because I immediately thought of this background when I saw the image.  I'm most pleased with the shell I glued on the bottom corner.  I think it finishes the card off nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the next challenge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-3236671106957892671?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3236671106957892671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/mer-ian-card.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/3236671106957892671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/3236671106957892671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/mer-ian-card.html' title='Mer Ian card'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/S14WXA0zbPI/AAAAAAAAACA/RiFlPncCkM0/s72-c/meriancard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-7138395645084094101</id><published>2010-01-14T15:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:05:08.215-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time'/><title type='text'>The first time I saw you</title><content type='html'>The first time I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful baby in the world.  I was surprised by the darkness of your hair.  I wanted to hold you but I only got to touch your face with one finger of my hand that was strapped down to the operating table.  You were whisked away very quickly.  Later, when I finally got to hold you, I was so nervous to nurse you, but you knew exactly what to do on your own.  I didn't feel that big rush of love that I was expecting to feel.  I always heard about other mothers that instantly fell in love with their newborns.  Love did not come easily and quickly for me.  I wanted you and I wanted to protect you, but I didn't have this pain in my heart or desire to never let you go.  That came in time.  I marvelled at your strength and awareness.  I knew you were smart the first time I looked in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw you I felt bad because I thought you wouldn't be the cute one.  I was very wrong.  I was in awe at your size and the size of your cry.  I had to fight for you to be with me, and I'm glad I won.  We proved them wrong.  I felt like I already knew you and I loved you immediately.  Like your sister, you knew want you wanted and how to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-7138395645084094101?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7138395645084094101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-time-i-saw-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7138395645084094101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7138395645084094101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-time-i-saw-you.html' title='The first time I saw you'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-7335925108586424908</id><published>2010-01-11T19:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:45:53.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyrics'/><title type='text'>The songs we sing</title><content type='html'>I have very little time to post right now, but I wanted to get this down before I forgot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being winter, getting out the door with two kids is always a bit chaotic. I sing songs while layering up to keep everyone cheerful.  My boot-putting-on-song is "These Boots are Made for Walking", obviously.  Now Amelia sings a variation of this tune with her own lyrics. She comes by it honestly since changing lyrics is a favourite pastime in this family, passed down from my Dad to me, and now on to a third generation.  Anyway, the best version of this song was sung a couple of days ago in the car.  It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These cars are made for driving, and that's just what they'll do, &lt;br /&gt;And one of these days these cars are gonna drive all over you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendrick and I both burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all kids now a days, "The Wheels on the Bus" is a popular and often-requested tune in our house.  Of course, we never stuck with the "original" lyrics of this song either.  One of my favourite verses came from Amelia when she was pushing three years old.  It was a great closer to the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The lion on the bus goes roar, roar, roar,&lt;br /&gt;Roar, roar, roar.&lt;br /&gt;The lion on the bus goes roar, roar, roar,&lt;br /&gt;And eats all the people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kid is awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-7335925108586424908?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7335925108586424908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/bunch-of-musings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7335925108586424908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7335925108586424908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/bunch-of-musings.html' title='The songs we sing'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-1943226594662875367</id><published>2009-12-03T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:08:23.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heidi's language skills (@ 17 months)</title><content type='html'>Heidi can now correctly sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;mommy&lt;br /&gt;daddy&lt;br /&gt;drink &lt;br /&gt;food&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;br /&gt;milk&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;all done/gone/finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all the signs Amelia did too, but she understood a lot more. I was much better at signing to her all the time.  Now I'm just too busy to teach Heidi... poor second born.  At least she's exposed to more spoken language than Amelia was. I actually felt weird talking to Amelia all the time when she was a baby since I knew she didn't understand me most of the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her speech has really taken off lately too.  She says: bottle, ball, bounce, baby, no, uh oh, ding, cheese, and shoe (okay so cheese sounds like "chhh" and shoe sounds like "shhh", but it works!).  Oh, and she wolf whistles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-1943226594662875367?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1943226594662875367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/heidis-language-skills-17-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/1943226594662875367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/1943226594662875367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/heidis-language-skills-17-months.html' title='Heidi&apos;s language skills (@ 17 months)'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-2981413427510964834</id><published>2009-12-03T07:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:58:37.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes and dislikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quirks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things'/><title type='text'>Quirks</title><content type='html'>Heidi loves to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- grab some books, climb into bed, pull up the covers and "read"&lt;br /&gt;- give "schnoodles" (cheek to cheek hugs)&lt;br /&gt;- take baths&lt;br /&gt;- talk to and touch animals&lt;br /&gt;- drink from straws&lt;br /&gt;- give me raspberries on my stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia loves to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- get her little sister water and snacks&lt;br /&gt;- play in forts&lt;br /&gt;- pretend to be a mommy&lt;br /&gt;- make cards&lt;br /&gt;- play Mahjong (with the cheat button) on my computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi hates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- soap bubbles&lt;br /&gt;- swiss cheese&lt;br /&gt;- Loblaws, but is okay with most other stores (!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia hates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- having her hair brushed&lt;br /&gt;- wearing pants&lt;br /&gt;- someone singing while she's chewing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-2981413427510964834?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2981413427510964834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/heidi-loves-to-grab-some-books-climb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/2981413427510964834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/2981413427510964834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/heidi-loves-to-grab-some-books-climb.html' title='Quirks'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-8044758580140740525</id><published>2009-11-30T10:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:21:46.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicknames'/><title type='text'>Nicknames</title><content type='html'>I'm stupid with nicknames.  It started with my parents' cats.  I began calling them dumb nicknames (Winnie went by Supermergantroy and Motley was Halaroo).  Then it moved on to my cats.  Moe is Schmoo, Schmozly, Schmoopie-Poo, Moo, and the list goes on and on.  Artemis is Buttface, Smartemis, Bartemis Fowl, etc.  Kendrick was always afraid of what I'd call our kids.  He was right to be scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia:&lt;br /&gt;Monkey&lt;br /&gt;Babycakes (when she was a baby)&lt;br /&gt;Monkeyface&lt;br /&gt;Monkeypants&lt;br /&gt;Monk&lt;br /&gt;Bunky&lt;br /&gt;Bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi:&lt;br /&gt;Bear&lt;br /&gt;Barely bear&lt;br /&gt;Heidelberg&lt;br /&gt;Ditty (usually preceded by a "hey")&lt;br /&gt;Dittles (see above)&lt;br /&gt;Professor Ditty Von Bear&lt;br /&gt;Ditty-ditty Dumpling Head&lt;br /&gt;Billy-Bong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're going to hate me when they're older.  But then again, my mom used to call me Chrissywitch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-8044758580140740525?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8044758580140740525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/nicknames.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/8044758580140740525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/8044758580140740525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-9148863300013266150</id><published>2009-11-25T20:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:44:08.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrible twos'/><title type='text'>Holy shrimp, my kids are cute!</title><content type='html'>Amelia makes me laugh every day.  Here are a few snippets of life with my three year old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at Farm Boy we noticed their Christmas decorations.  Amelia's exclamation upon noticing the giant wreath: "Holy shrimp, that's a huge wreath!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something is not going her way she stamps her foot and says: "Tartar sauce!". I love SpongeBob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be concerned about her social skills.  Kendrick is convinced that her school experience will be as bad as his was.  I'm not so worried anymore.  She's only been taking swimming lessons alone since September and she has grown so much.  She would barely open her mouth at the beginning but now she's always talking to the instructor and conversing with the other children.  She's the most out-going child in the class, and the youngest to boot.  Now to get Heidi to detach herself from me a little and we're all set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Heidi... man, she's a troublemaker. She throws a fit when her demands are not immediately met and she throws it with gusto.  Looks like she's just like her sister in respect to her terrible twos starting early.  Hopefully, unlike her sister, they'll end early too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them do get along very well though. I have been really busy with work the past couple of weeks, usually putting in a couple of hours a day, and Amelia "takes care" of her little sister for me.  She gets her water and snacks and plays really nicely.  Yesterday they were playing in Amelia's room while I was working and I heard Amelia very gently asking Heidi to sit on her bum in the chair.  "No Heidi. Bum or knees.  Look at Amelia, Heidi, bum or knees. No standing. ... Good girl." They grow up so fast.  I can't believe this is my last year with Amelia full-time. I will definitely miss her when she starts school, but also be very thankful for the time I'll get with Heidi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-9148863300013266150?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/9148863300013266150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/amelia-makes-me-laugh-every-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/9148863300013266150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/9148863300013266150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/amelia-makes-me-laugh-every-day.html' title='Holy shrimp, my kids are cute!'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-4913559039768454126</id><published>2009-11-23T20:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:17:30.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ragout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><title type='text'>Mushroom Ragout</title><content type='html'>I made a delicious mushroom ragout for dinner tonight.  I roasted tomatoes with a couple cloves of garlic and olive oil for about an hour.  Then I simmered the lot on the stove with a big pile of coarsely chopped mushrooms and a dollop of red wine.  Served on pasta with fresh grated Parmesan.  Yummy!  Kendrick would have preferred meat in it, but I'm sticking with what's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-4913559039768454126?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4913559039768454126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/mushroom-ragout.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/4913559039768454126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/4913559039768454126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/mushroom-ragout.html' title='Mushroom Ragout'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-2501919086735478530</id><published>2009-11-22T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:51:35.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>I'm a terrible blogger.  I can't believe it's been so long since I've updated this thing.  I'm going to try to be a better blogger, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a good weekend. I actually got to sleep in this morning (well, until 8:45, but that's a huge deal around here).  We had an impromptu family gathering here on Saturday: slow-cooked ribs, fried rice, and butter tarts.  Yummy.  Then today we had went to get a family portrait taken.  I can't believe it's taken this long for us to do it.  Amelia picked out identical dresses for her and Heidi.  They looked positively princess-like.  Of course Heidi smashed her face on the edge of a table 5 minutes before getting in the car so she had a nice bruise on her cheek for the photos.  Yay for photoshop!  Now hopefully Kendrick didn't "Chandler smile" for every picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi spent some time at the in-laws house without us there today too.  I look forward to that becoming a regular occurrence.  An kid-free afternoon every weekend. Bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished my Christmas cards, watched "Serenity" (now can David Milch give "Deadwood" the same send-off?!), and made a roasted tomato and mushroom ragout for tomorrow.  All-in-all, a successful weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-2501919086735478530?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2501919086735478530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-does-time-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/2501919086735478530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/2501919086735478530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-6788653159199608401</id><published>2009-08-18T19:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:15:55.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things'/><title type='text'>Mosquitoes are stupid!</title><content type='html'>Amelia: Mosquitoes are stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because the always bite me and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Me: They bite you because they need blood to live.  So really it's smart of them to bite you.&lt;br /&gt;A: I need blood to live too.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, but you have lots of blood in your body.  Mosquitoes just take a tiny little bit.&lt;br /&gt;A: You and Daddy have more blood than me, they should only bite you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-6788653159199608401?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6788653159199608401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/mosquitoes-are-stupid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/6788653159199608401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/6788653159199608401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/mosquitoes-are-stupid.html' title='Mosquitoes are stupid!'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-7912417604302541262</id><published>2009-08-18T12:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:11:44.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zucchini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Zucchini au Gratin</title><content type='html'>So I made the best zucchini au gratin ever a couple of nights ago.  It was so good that I ate half the 9x13 pan in one sitting.  I justified that by the fact that zucchini is a vegetable, no matter how much cheese sauce was on it, and therefore, good for me, and it was pretty much all I ate for dinner that night anyway.  I doubt I'll ever be able to replicate the recipe again.  But, I'll definitely try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large zucchini/mixed summer squash, cut into chunks&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1-2 Tbsp vermouth&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup cheddar cheese, grated&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup parmesan, grated&lt;br /&gt;bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix everything, except the bread crumbs, in a casserole dish.  Bake, covered in tin foil, for 35 minutes at 300.  Stir, re-cover, and put back in the oven for another 15-20 minutes, or until the squash is tender.  Sprinkle the bread crumbs over the top (and some more parmesan, if you like!) and put under the broiler until browned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I made this again a few nights later but I didn't have sour cream or cheddar cheese.  What ever did I do, you ask?  I used plain yogurt and gouda.  Still delicious, although the gouda kind of clumped together so it required more stirring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-7912417604302541262?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7912417604302541262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/zucchini-au-gratin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7912417604302541262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7912417604302541262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/zucchini-au-gratin.html' title='Zucchini au Gratin'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-5060168117174837575</id><published>2009-08-16T15:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:26:42.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Community-Supported Agriculture</title><content type='html'>This year my husband and I, in an effort to be more health-conscious and "green", decided to join a CSA. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, a CSA is a community-supported (or shared) agriculture group. Community members pay a local farmer for a "harvest share" in the winter, and once summer arrives, are rewarded with a weekly bounty of fresh, seasonal vegetables for the duration of the harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned in a previous post, my daughter has been plagued with food allergies and&lt;br /&gt;digestive issues since she started eating solids. This forced me to start paying close attention to our food choices in an effort to make her healthy. I became very disconcerted during our trips to the supermarket when I began taking note of all the produce that had been imported from China or Peru. I vowed to only buy produce from Canada, and Ontario whenever possible. The more&lt;br /&gt;research I did into my daughter's problems, the more I became suspicious of the possible link between pesticides and allergies. I took my Canada-only purchasing decision a step further and sought out a place to buy locally grown, organic produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is my CSA organic, it is one of only a handful of certified biodynamic farms in all of Canada. This means that the farm is treated as a living organism.  The biodynamic farmer strives to enhance the relationships between living creatures on the farm while paying close attention to the subtle rhythms of nature. Swamps, gardens, pastures, woods, mammals, birds, soil, life, death, and renewal all have their place on the farm.  No synthetic chemicals are used on the farm, and all outside inputs are kept to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pay-off for us is not only fresh favourites, like carrots, beans, lettuce, squash, and tomatoes, but also a huge variety of other things I would normally pass over in the supermarket like beet and radish greens, chard, and mixed Asian greens. We've been introduced to a large array of new food too: yellow, white, and purple carrots, tatsoi, Japanese turnips (now my daughter's favourite vegetable!), sweet baby beets, and red scallions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a bit of an adjustment joining the CSA: we don't know exactly what we'll be getting each week, or how much, but the quality and taste are unmatched by anything you'll find in the grocery store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-5060168117174837575?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5060168117174837575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/community-supported-agriculture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/5060168117174837575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/5060168117174837575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/community-supported-agriculture.html' title='Community-Supported Agriculture'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-2189763285716</id><published>2009-08-15T16:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:32:03.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Gatherings</title><content type='html'>(As seen on Foodies.ca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had the pleasure of visiting with relatives that we only get to see about once a year. With everyone's busy schedules and growing families, the visits have changed in frequency and duration. The traditional 9PM dinners need to be pushed up a couple of hours to facilitate the young ones bedtimes and the martinis don't flow quite a freely as they used to, but we still know how to eat. And boy, do we eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of my favourite aspects of the big family gathering is the opportunity to share my recipes and favourites with my family and in turn, get an opportunity to try other people's favourites. There's always someone looking over the cook's shoulder, watching them prepare, taking careful notes (and sometimes just ready to mix a new batch of cocktails!). A flurry of emails often ensues in the following days from the eager sous-chefs clarifying ingredient lists and cooking times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was no exception. During the 3 meals we shared as a group, everyone contributed to the planning, preparation, and service in our own ways. One of the great things about everyone preparing a favourite is that you get such a variety food. For appetizers we enjoyed my signature Sangria, along with an amazing maple, pecan, chili and ice wine torte on pinot noir and black pepper biscotti (from Dana Shortt Gourmet), an assortment of cheeses, homemade spring rolls, and garlic scape pesto on fresh baguette. I posted the recipe for scape pesto on my last blog post. Since scapes are only in season for a couple of weeks, I thought ahead and froze some for this occasion. Dinner later that night was even better: butter-soft rib steaks, Caesar salad, sauteed mushrooms, my Dad's signature zucchini rice dish, and of course, a few bottles of nice wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do family events always involve food and drink? There's something about food that brings us all together. Conversations flow as freely as the wine, laughs are had, and memories are made. I know that some of my best memories are made around the kitchen island or the dining room table. Perhaps it's because food is the one thing we all have in common. We've all got to eat, so why not do it together?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-2189763285716?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2189763285716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-get-togethers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/2189763285716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/2189763285716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-get-togethers.html' title='Family Gatherings'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-7265335884133817123</id><published>2009-07-07T15:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:42:36.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sign language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeopathics'/><title type='text'>It really does go by quickly...</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've had anytime, or inclination, to post something.  I guess I'd better get my act in gear... Time is passing so quickly.  I always scoffed when people told me to "enjoy it, they grow up so fast."  The first year with Amelia was probably one of the longest in my life.  But now that Amelia is 3 and Heidi is two days away from her first birthday, I couldn't agree more.  I know I keep marvelling at how interesting Amelia is, but I just can't get over it!  She amazes me everyday with her things she says, the stories she tells, and the amount of knowledge she acquires on daily basis (and the bad things she picks up from me!).  She has suddenly exploded artistically.  She's so interested in painting and drawing and writing right now.  She had no interest in writing or identifying letters until very recently and now she's obsessed with drawing A's and H's and O's.   She has suddenly started lying too.  I thought that didn't begin until they were much older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today Heidi went crazy with her sign language.  I asked her if she could say "mommy" and she smiled and signed correctly.  Then I asked her to say "daddy", which she signed mostly correct (touched the side of her head instead of her forehead).  Then I asked her to say "milk" and she proceeded to laugh and sign "daddy" again.  For the next 5 minutes I asked her to say different things and every time she laughed hysterically and signed "daddy".  I was tempted to grab the video camera but I figured she'd stop the game if I left.  She is quite possibly the cutest kid to ever live.  And I'm not just saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia has been doing really well on her homeopathics.  She has been eating fruit again (she even had a real cupcake at Heidi's birthday party) and there have been no major behavioural changes.  The only major behavioural change has been the frequency of her tantrums, which have been drastically reduced.  These once daily, and often multiple times a day, occurrences have lessened to once a week at the most!  I must find some wood to knock on.  I'm not necessarily saying the medicine is completely responsible for this, but it does seem awfully coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if we could only get the sleep issues solved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has involved more reading than usual, "How I Met Your Mother" marathons (I would so sleep with Barney Stinson), and the occasional card-making.  I'll hopefully get around to posting some more of my cards soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-7265335884133817123?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7265335884133817123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-really-does-go-by-quickly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7265335884133817123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7265335884133817123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-really-does-go-by-quickly.html' title='It really does go by quickly...'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-3097286461934507199</id><published>2009-05-21T19:28:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:27:26.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My favourite time of the year is fast approaching. Soon the local vegetable stands at the side of the road will be popping up, loaded with fresh, local produce. It all starts in June with a few of my favourites: cucumbers, peas, and strawberries. But the thing I'm looking most forward to this year is garlic scapes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garlic scapes are the leaf-less stem of the garlic plant. They have a milder taste than the garlic bulb they grow from, like a cross between garlic and green onions. I have seen them popping up in most grocery stores the past couple of years, but you'll definitely find them in abundance at your local farmer's market. The scapes are harvested a couple of weeks before the bulb, so they are only available for a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can use garlic scapes anywhere you'd normally use green onions or garlic (but with a much milder flavour).  Try chopping them up on salad, mixed into an omelet, or my favourite, made into pesto!  Scape pesto is delicious on crostini, mixed with mayonnaise on a sandwich, or a great addition to scrambled eggs.  I like to make up a big batch of pesto, some for immediate use on pasta, and the rest to be frozen and stored for later use.  Of course, it doesn't last long at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm especially excited this year because I joined a community supported agriculture group and one of the first items I'm expecting in my bounty this June are garlic scapes.  There's nothing like fresh, picked-today, produce, but I'll have more about that next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scape Pesto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped garlic scapes&lt;br /&gt;1/2 fresh grated parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;olive oil (1/2 to 3/4 cups)&lt;br /&gt;handful of pine nuts or walnuts (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Process the garlic scapes in a food processor until well pureed.  Add the cheese and nuts (if using).  Process until smooth.  Keeping the food processor running, add olive oil until combined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-3097286461934507199?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3097286461934507199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-favourite-time-of-year-is-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/3097286461934507199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/3097286461934507199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-favourite-time-of-year-is-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-5994906031966855623</id><published>2009-05-07T21:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:43:59.104-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I've been leaving Heidi and Amelia with my neighbour fairly often lately.  I take her daughter once a week while she works, so she's been taking my girls a few hours a week while I do various other things (work, shower, clean, make cards... all the things that are nearly impossible to do with 2 little ones running around).  Leaving Heidi is still hard, but she has so much fun over there.  She and Sierra are 3 months apart and such good friends.  It's so cute to see them together.  Sierra gets excited and says: "Heidi, Heidi, Heidi" whenever we she sees her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia and River, on the other hand, are like brother and sister.  They love to play together but get easily frustrated with each other.  They both want/need to be in control of what ever game they are playing.  I wonder if it's an oldest child thing, or if they are just that similar, personality-wise.  Everything I've heard about River as a baby, parallels my experiences with Amelia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fortunate to have their family as neighbours.  It's strange how people come into your life right about the time you need them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-5994906031966855623?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5994906031966855623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/5994906031966855623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/5994906031966855623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-7451797173097146003</id><published>2009-05-07T20:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:27:10.960-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><title type='text'>New cards</title><content type='html'>The first is a Thank You card for my neighbours, who provided great entertainment for the street party I helped organize.  The "thanks" I cut out using my friend's Cuttlebug.  I'm thinking of buying myself one for Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SgOAk0bUvrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZPgw2F3rMfQ/s1600-h/2009-04-25+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SgOAk0bUvrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZPgw2F3rMfQ/s320/2009-04-25+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333247753773694642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made a whole batch of Mother's Day cards.  The first is a new card for my Mother-in-law.  Kendrick didn't like that my Mom's card was nicer than his... Next time he can make his own.  I'm going to give the old one to my sister-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SgOJGAmj7SI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vlLpDYm0tko/s1600-h/2009-05-07+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SgOJGAmj7SI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vlLpDYm0tko/s320/2009-05-07+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333257120070757666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the next one for my sister.  I had no "Aunt" stamps, but I figured this sentiment would work.  I used my left-over pieces from above card, a stamp from my day at Sheena's, and my new ribbon and brads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SgOJGjBhDVI/AAAAAAAAABE/svGrr2CRtbg/s1600-h/2009-05-07+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SgOJGjBhDVI/AAAAAAAAABE/svGrr2CRtbg/s320/2009-05-07+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333257129310621010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I made for my next-door neighbour who I do shared care with.  Her kids are the same ages and mine and Amelia likes to call her "Mama".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SgOJGfnpE_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ashvDjY5hBE/s1600-h/2009-05-07+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SgOJGfnpE_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ashvDjY5hBE/s320/2009-05-07+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333257128396788722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-7451797173097146003?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7451797173097146003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-cards.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7451797173097146003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7451797173097146003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-cards.html' title='New cards'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SgOAk0bUvrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZPgw2F3rMfQ/s72-c/2009-04-25+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-7047342802753989749</id><published>2009-04-18T14:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:56:16.487-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things'/><title type='text'>Kids say the darnedest things...</title><content type='html'>I seem to always be writing about funny things Amelia says. Oh well.  It's not like I live an exceptionally exciting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's word of the day: smokerette&lt;br /&gt;Usage: "There's a smokerette on the grass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be picking up cigarette butts later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi sneezed a couple of days ago and then very clearly said "Excuse me."  Even Amelia heard it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-7047342802753989749?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7047342802753989749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids-say-darndest-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7047342802753989749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7047342802753989749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids say the darnedest things...'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-688433187270337408</id><published>2009-04-15T11:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:47:04.437-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things'/><title type='text'>Funny things Amelia says...</title><content type='html'>"You bought yourself new sunglasses.  You're a lucky girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and peek-a-boo is a totally underrated game. I could play it with Heidi for hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-688433187270337408?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/688433187270337408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-things-amelia-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/688433187270337408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/688433187270337408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-things-amelia-says.html' title='Funny things Amelia says...'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-3700242365395778829</id><published>2009-04-12T20:45:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:29:09.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction to our Food Issues</title><content type='html'>I love to cook and I love to try out new recipes. When my now three-year old daughter started showing signs of food allergies and sensitivities, you would think I’d have had an easy time adjusting to dietary changes. Not so. I was overwhelmed by all the sudden restrictions that were placed on not only my daughter's diet, but our whole household as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became militant label-readers. We had to avoid all sugars, yeast, dairy, and eggs, and limit wheat. After a few stressful trips to the grocery store ("There's sugar in THAT?"), I finally decided that fresh vegetables and homemade snacks were the only way to go. I started baking with different types of flour, using natural sugar alternatives, and playing with egg substitutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest meal I found dealing with was breakfast. Have you read the labels on breakfast cereals lately? I can't even pronounce most of what's on there. And, even in the "healthy" cereal options, sugar is most often the second ingredient. The days of toast and jam or a bowl of boxed cereal were over. I began serving steel-cut oats, teff, and buckwheat pancakes, rice pudding made with coconut milk, and millet porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For snacks, I puree roasted peppers or add dried herbs to olive oil and lemon juice to create healthy dips to make veggies more enticing. My daughter also likes roasted, spiced chickpeas or rice cakes with sunflower butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When living with food intolerances, there are options out there, you just have to be open to a little experimentation and imagination! For us, things got easier, a routine was developed. And, within 2 months of changing the way we ate, my daughter's condition improved dramatically, and we all felt a lot healthier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-3700242365395778829?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3700242365395778829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/introduction-to-our-food-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/3700242365395778829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/3700242365395778829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/introduction-to-our-food-issues.html' title='Introduction to our Food Issues'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-3018279731507343089</id><published>2009-04-12T19:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:48:15.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><title type='text'>New cards</title><content type='html'>I actually did have some time this afternoon to make some cards.  The first is for my next-door neighbour and Amelia's best friend, River, who turns 4 on Thursday. All the stamps are from the stash I made at a play date with a good friend a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SeJ8_9HNClI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ewf_rGBJLNI/s1600-h/2009-04-12+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SeJ8_9HNClI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ewf_rGBJLNI/s320/2009-04-12+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323955147683727954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, I got a headstart on Mother's Day.  I got to use my beautiful new paper on cards for my Mom and Kendrick's Mom.  The first one is for my Mom and the second is for my mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SeJ9AadMNdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8X-oEcw4fLs/s1600-h/2009-04-12+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SeJ9AadMNdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8X-oEcw4fLs/s320/2009-04-12+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323955155560576466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SeJ9AF7VnfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vTLDb2LmrgM/s1600-h/2009-04-12+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SeJ9AF7VnfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vTLDb2LmrgM/s320/2009-04-12+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323955150049877490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already looking forward to my next hour of free time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-3018279731507343089?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3018279731507343089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-cards.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/3018279731507343089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/3018279731507343089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-cards.html' title='New cards'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BzNKGthuxY/SeJ8_9HNClI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ewf_rGBJLNI/s72-c/2009-04-12+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-2737772580385851773</id><published>2009-04-12T13:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:25:56.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>Well today has been a much better day (so far).  Amelia enjoyed her Easter egg hunt.  I filled some plastic eggs with stamps, ink, stickers, chapstick, and foam letters.  So much better than candy.  She spent a good hour quietly playing with her loot rather than eating chocolate and bouncing off the walls.  I'm going to continue the tradition of plastic eggs and no chocolate, even when it gets to the point when Amelia can eat sugar again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi is officially walking now.  She took her first steps last week, but they were wobbling, lunging steps.  Now she quite confidently walks about 5 steps, stops, continues walking, and then sits down.  I guess this means I'll have to talk baby-proofing to the next level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi is so much fun.  She loves playing peek-a-boo... even with Artemis. It's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is verbalizing and using grammar so well suddenly.  Today when we were playing "shopping", she said, "I bought that butter yesterday and it said it didn't need to be refrigerated."  Huh?  Where did you learn that?  I find language development so interesting! Obviously, considering my background.  She was so slow to start, but she has really advanced over the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for now.  I must get the house organized for tomorrow's Easter dinner and then hopefully I'll have a couple of hours to make some cards or something while Amelia is at Granny's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-2737772580385851773?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2737772580385851773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/2737772580385851773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/2737772580385851773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-2099609154887237047</id><published>2009-04-11T15:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:05:45.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible threes?</title><content type='html'>Wow.  Nothing like being apologized to for being bitten, only to be bitten again before the whole apology is out.  Today is not a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-2099609154887237047?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2099609154887237047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/terrible-threes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/2099609154887237047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/2099609154887237047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/terrible-threes.html' title='Terrible threes?'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-8169911411490112383</id><published>2009-04-08T20:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:15:08.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog!</title><content type='html'>I'm so new to this whole blog-thing and I've already been asked to be a regular contributor to a food-related blog.  How excited am I?! Now to start thinking of topics.... I'm not so much of a "foodie" since the kids arrived.  I still am at heart, but I just don't have the time like I used to.  Plus, inviting friends over becomes such a hassle now.  I have to worry about the state of home, a menu that is food-allergy friendly, and working things around nap-times and bedtimes and tantrum-times.  I love entertaining and I love my friends, but it's just not worth the stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to focus my contributions on eating naturally, dealing with food allergies, creating kid-friendly meals, and joining a local CSA.   We shall see how it goes.  I'm also hoping to maybe snag some freebies out of it since it is the blog for a highly-rated, nationally-syndicated TV show.  Maybe we'll get some free cow out of it... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-8169911411490112383?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8169911411490112383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/8169911411490112383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/8169911411490112383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-blog.html' title='New blog!'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-7999738930576689094</id><published>2009-04-06T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:39:05.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Monkey!</title><content type='html'>Three years ago today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my life suddenly and completely changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;instead of discovering how amazing child-birth can be, I discovered my body doesn't work as it's supposed to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was lying on an operating table, thinking how surreal it all was.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at 21:45, I birthed the most beautiful, smart, and spirited baby girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's been 3 long, wonderful years.  I say long, but they've also gone by so quickly too, if that makes any sense at all.  We've definitely had our issues (ummm... no sleep, allergies, no sleep, food sensitivities, no sleep), and it's been a difficult road to navigate, but I have grown so much having this little girl in my life.  I have had to give up or change so many aspects of my life, but in exchange I got this beautiful child that thinks I am the world.  What could be better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a big happy Birthday to my Monkey!  Time sure has flown by. Sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aca.chrissywitch.ca/birth/images/birth_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 453px;" src="http://aca.chrissywitch.ca/birth/images/birth_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-7999738930576689094?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7999738930576689094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-monkey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7999738930576689094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/7999738930576689094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-monkey.html' title='Happy Birthday, Monkey!'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-402136300686720006</id><published>2009-04-03T21:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:07:11.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiny, whiny, whiny</title><content type='html'>My god, Amelia has gotten so whiny! She talks in a whiny voice constantly.  Even simple statements become whines: "I have my shoes on."  Seriously, enough!  I pretend I don't understand what she's saying whenever she whines and she usually immediately changes her tone.  Hopefully this is a short phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia's third birthday is on Monday.  I am very anti-big plastic things, but we had to buy her this cash register/check-out setup.  It's huge, and it's ugly, but she will love it.  She forces us to play "payer" All. The. Time. so this is perfect.  She's hilarious to play with because she takes her cashier job so seriously: always says "have a good day!"  At least I know that my good manners are rubbing off on her.  Of course this new setup will force us to play "payer" even more.  What were we thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi is so smart.  She's got the waving thing down pat.  We say "hi Heidi" and she starts waving.   She also high-fives on cue.  Amelia never did that sort of thing.  The only thing she's still not responding to is sign language.  I think she'll be verbal sooner than Amelia though, so sign language may not be as necessary.  Time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241169438623769680-402136300686720006?l=chrissywitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/feeds/402136300686720006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/whiny-whiny-whiny.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/402136300686720006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241169438623769680/posts/default/402136300686720006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissywitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/whiny-whiny-whiny.html' title='Whiny, whiny, whiny'/><author><name>chrissywitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176620290692181082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241169438623769680.post-3765109457386172859</id><published>2009-03-15T15:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:36:16.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TV, sign language, and other things.</title><content type='html'>So I had my satellite cancelled.  It's been one week now and the world hasn't ended and I've only been bored once.  So far life is good.  It's nice not having to schedule my daily happenings around a pre-determined TV schedule (yes - I often did this!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am focusing on teaching Heidi sign language now.  We're working on "milk", but she just laughs or high-fives me every time I sign it.  Maybe sign language isn't her thing.  I think she'll be talking before we know it anyway.  Amelia waited a long time before talking so the ability to sign with her was really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Alli's before-baby tea yesterday.  Heidi got her first french kiss.  Sadly, the boy is somewhat related to her.  Amelia went to Little Rays Reptiles with Kendrick.  She's the only kid in our group who wanted to hold the tarantula.  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I thought I could use some place to keep track of my girls and all the fun (and trouble) they are up to.  Things are changing so quickly and since there won't be any more little ones in my life for many many years, I want to make sure I capture it all somewhere.  Don't be surprised if I stray off topic a bit too...  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