Weekly recap + what we ate: 4 good adventures and 1 not so good adventure

Well last week was a week of adventures, good and bad. Well not bad, really… just bothersome. None of these adventures involved packing suitcases or driving hours from home – they were all just (mostly) fun activities that added a dash of something new and different to our days.

First the good adventures:
1) Every day adventures: I had a pretty light rehearsal week, so I got to hang out with the kids. The 6 and 9 year old and I went on bike/runs three times and we went to the pool one day. Now that we’re out of summer swim team season, I feel like going to the pool is more fun – we don’t have to be there at a certain time, or stay until practice is over. We don’t have to eat dinner there. Everyone can swim together, rather than some kids being in practice while some kids are enjoying free swim time. So going to the pool feels more like a fun outing now. And because the pool is a summer time thing, it still feels like a seasonal treat to go. The nice thing about joining a pool for the summer is that we can easily go whenever we want and not have to pay each time. Also, like going to the museums in DC, I don’t feel pressure to spend all day at the pool to make it worth the price of admission. We went for 90 minutes and it was just enough time to get some energy out and move my body.

2) Slightly bigger adventure, but still small scale: One day, we went to the National Gallery of Art. Lest you think my children are some paragons of museum exploration – I did have to bribe them with ice cream to get me to come, and even then there were many protests of, “I hate museums!!!!”

We went to the National Gallery of Art because I wanted us to see the exhibit on Niagara Falls since we would be visiting there for an upcoming family trip. Also, there is a Mary Cassatt exhibit right now, and I do love Cassatt. So we took the metro down – which with four of us is actually more expensive than paying for parking in a garage, but so much more relaxing and enjoyable than driving through the city.

a sign for the National Gallery of Art, with a picture of the Mary Cassatt painting of a girl reclining on an easy chair.  The sign reads, "Iconic art (and air-conditioning) this way"  with an arrow pointing as the museum.
This sign outside the NGA made me laugh. But so true.

At the Museum, the 6 and 9 year old got activity books at the visitor’s drsk, which I think did help them be a little more engaged. The two activities that I thought were really effective were the colour hunting game – find something of each colour of the rainbow (which is something we often play when we are out and about ) – and the memory game. For the memory game, you look at a painting for ten seconds and then turn your back to it and list five things your remember from the painting. Then you turn back around and look at the painting for thirty seconds, and then again turn your back to the painting and list another five things. I thought that was a really fun game snd the kids liked it too.

two small children stand before a large landscape painting.
looking for details.

The other fun thing that happened as we were at the NGA is we were looking at the Shaw 54th Regiment Memorial an a docent walked up to the kids and said, “Can I tell you a little bit about this work of art?” And then proceeded to tell us a little bit about the history and features of the statue. I thought it was so cool that they had museum employees just wandering around to talk to people about the art. I find going to the art museum sometimes can be a little passive and isolating, and I loved that someone came up to us and engaged us about what we were looking at.

The Cassett exhibit was similar to when I saw in Philadelphia a few years ago in that it featured both paintings and preliminary sketches of Mary Cassett. The kids are getting antsy by this point so I didn’t stay long. The exhibit will be at the NGA until the end of August so perhaps I can go again and take my time once the kids are back in school.

The Niagara Exhibit was small, but featured a wide range of art- from Huge paintings to smaller ink works and even video install installations. It was a fun precursor to our trip.

two pen and ink drawings of Niagara Falls.

3) Date night adventures: The Husband and I went to the theatre! Without the kids! We saw Happenstance Theatre Company’s show Adrift. Happenstance is a little hard to explain – they use a blend of clowning, physical comedy, mine, and ensemble work to create theatre works that explore existential questions and feelings. Okay, that sounds really pretentious. I had never seen their work live before, only online, and some of the members perform at the Renaissance Festival, but I’ve always been struck by the humour and whimsy and pathos of what they are inviting the audience to experience. So anyhow – we went to see their show. In a theatre. It has a loose plot centered around a bunch of medieval people adrift at sea asking the question, “What happens now?” There was music, dancing, audience interaction, comedy, and a demon that reminded me of the 6 year old.

The view of a theatrical stage with props and set pieces.  A hand holds a printed program up in front of the stage.  The program reads "Adrift: A Medieval Wayward Folly. "  by Happenstance theatrer.

4) Culinary adventures! The 14 year old made her first pie, dough and everything. She made a peach pie (since we had 25lbs of peaches to get through).

An unbaked pie shell sits on the counter.  It is filled with cup up peaches, and a hand crimps the edges of the pie dough.

The kids also made the viral watermelon ice cream that involved cutting a well in half a watermelon, then freezing it. After frozen, you pour heavy cream into the well and then scrape the frozen watermelon into the cream, stirring until it makes ice cream. This was better than I thought it would be, but I would still prefer real ice cream.

A frozen watermelon is held in place by one hand while another hand scoops out the icy flesh from the middle.

And then my intern took me to the Japanese market near work and came away with so many things! I got four different onigiri (kelp, kimchi, spicy tuna, and ramen), Yellow curry flavored chips, six bags of my favorite gummy candy (Kasugai gummies – they had the lychee flavor on sale. I bought five bags.) And then a whole bunch of ramen.
One of my summer fun goals was to have some kind of taste test – so we did a ramen taste test:

three bowls of instant noodles are lined up on a table.  The bowl at the top of the picture is being eaten by a child in a purple robe. Each bowl is a different brand of ramen.

Winner was the Menraku brand – the noodles had the best taste and flavor. Of course the 14 year old said I bought the wrong flavor (I bought three different kinds of soy sauce flavor ramen.) So maybe we’ll have another ramen taste test with a different flavor?

5) And then … The not so good adventure:
On midnight on Saturday, I was sitting up late reading suddenly the 14 year old’s voice came out from her room. “Mooooommmm! There is water coming from my wall!”
I went to her room and she had pulled her dollhouse away from the wall and pulled down the giant Hello Kitty that had been up on her wall. Behind it all was a horrible water stain on the wall and damp and discoloured floor boards underneath.
“I heard a dripping,” she said, “So I wanted to see what it was.”
I went to wake my Husband who was asleep and we started to investigate in a semi-panicked, semi-groggy state, asking each other where the water damage could come from.

Eventually, we thought about the waterline to the fridge – the kitchen and the 14 year old’s bedroom share a wall. We went into the kitchen and pulled the fridge out slightly from the wall. At first we didn’t see anything, but then I noticed that there was a fine mist coming up from the back of the fridge. Not a drip or a deluge, just a fine misting. No wonder we never noticed it before. Who know how long this has been going on?

We had an access panel in the basement ceiling to the fridge waterline, so we were able to turn to turn off the water to the fridge line. We then unplugged the fridge and (with the help of a YouTube tutorial), disconnected the water line. We moved the fridge to the other side of the kitchen and assessed the damage. Behind the fridge was a mess of plaster and water. It didn’t look pretty. By then it was past 1am and we were tired. The water was stopped, the fridge plugged back in and we thought it would be okay to go to bed and deal with the rest of it tomorrow. The 14 year old’s bedroom was a mess, so she slept in the living room. There is currently a big gaping hole in the wall behind where the fridge once stood and the paint is peeling off in giant sheets. Looking behind appliances is no joke.

All in all discovering a misting leak was not on our bingo card of home ownership, but as with a lot of other things, it could have been worse.

Grateful For:
So in the same vein of my Oodles of Gratitude post a few weeks ago when my car literally fell apart, here’s a bunch of things that made me feel grateful, despite discovering the fridge leak:
-I’m grateful that when we had the basement re-done six years ago, our contactor put a shut off valve on the water line to the fridge and an access panel in the the ceiling of the basement. “You’re going to want that some day,” he said to us. So true. Some day was midnight last Saturday.
-I’m grateful that our walls are plaster and not dry wall, since plaster is resistant to mold.
-I’m grateful that we finally know why there was moisture coming up from the floorboards in the basement.
-I’m grateful that we have a contractor we trust who came and looked at the situation and is a very calming person and nothing is ever a big deal or unfixable to him.
-I’m grateful that we had somewhere else in the kitchen to put the fridge.
-I’m grateful that the 14 year old heard a dripping and was curious to see what it was.
-I’m grateful that the Husband got up, even though he was dead asleep when I woke him, and together we figured out the issue.

Some other things that made me grateful last week:
-Having short rehearsal days – giving me time to do some life and have some adventures (see above.)

-Friends who we can invite over for dinner on a whim, and not have to worry that they will judge us because the hosue is a mess becuase life happens.

-Growing up eating Asian Food. I took part in a study last week that looked at Asian food habits and history. It involved a two hour interview with a graduate student where we talked about the food I ate growing up, and the food I eat now, and cultural identity. The interview brought up so many memories for me about how my mother managed to make familiar Taiwanese dishes while living in a small Canadian city with no access to a lot of ingredients she was used to. For example, my mother made her own sausage, and dumplings from scratch – she couldn’t even buy dumpling skins – she made it all herself. Also tofu. She made tofu from scratch. As in from soy beans. It was a three day process and took up half our kitchen. This is a core childhood food memory. I have many – maybe I’ll write a blog post about it some day.
Answering the questions for the study, I am simultaneously grateful that I don’t have to make my own tofu, and that my mother managed to find a way to feed us tofu from a young age. Because I love tofu and I’m glad it’s part of my culinary palate.

Looking Forward To:
-More Niagara on the Lake Trip Planning – I’ve booked theatre tickets at the Shaw Festival. Growing up, we went to the Stratford Festival many many times, but never the Shaw Festival, and it’s always been one of my dreams to see something at the Shaw Festival. We have tickets to see Wind in The Willows. One of the funny things is that a lot of the older performers at the Shaw and Stratfor Festivals are people I grew up seeing on stage – there’s something really cool about, thirty years later, knowing that they are still working.

-I’ve also booked a bike rental for the family – one of the days we’re there, we are going to spend the day biking around. The 14 year old wanted to have an e-bike; she was even going to pay the difference in fee herself – but apparently you have to be 16 in Canada to ride one.

-Not working on a show. My show has it’s one and only performance this week, then I don’t have another show to rehearse until late September. It’s been a long long summer. Actually, ever since January when we had a company shake-up, work has been a little unrelenting with gig after gig. “Booked and Blessed!” as they say. But also – it’s been a lot for the rest of the family too when I’m not home evening and weekends. I always feel ridiculous when I say I’m looking forward to time off to catch up on life, because most other people engage in paid work all year long and still manage to life.

-Very far off, but my brother managed to get a draw time for the LA Olympics in 2028, so he got tickets for all of us to go together to see Badminton prelims. It’s not the most high profile sport, but it was one of the few events with tickets available that was affordable (still in the $200-300 range per ticket). I’m excited; I played varsity badminton in high school so it will be fun to see it played at a high level. And I’ve never been to the Olympics before so just being there will be exciting.

-Just started this audiobook- it’s a cozy charming read.

A screen shot of a book cover.  The title of the book is Welcome to Murder Week by Karen Dukess.

What We Ate:

Monday: Pasta with corn, mint, and red onions, a Melissa Clark recipe from the NYTimes. I had corn and tomato from the farmer’s market, and the request from the Husband was a pasta salad because I could make it ahead of time. I also threw in a can of chickpeas for protein. I thought this was really tasty – would make again, though only in the summer. It’s a peak produce required dish. I ate leftovers of this all week for dinner. Vegan because we ate it without the optional ricotta.

Taco Tuesday: Shrimp Tacos w/ black beans, cabbage, cheese.

Wednesday: Noodles with tofu and mushrooms with green beans on the side. The Husband cooked.

Thursday: Waffles and eggs. I had the corn pasta salad from Monday.

Friday: Pizza (take out) and some movie. Not quite sure what it was. Maybe Empire Strikes Back? Or maybe they watched that on Saturday?

Saturday: Gnocchi and sausage. The Husband cooked. I had the corn pasta salad from Monday.

Sunday: Salmon and tofu teriyaki bowls, which morphed into making onigiri. I made salmon and tofu with my favorite teriyaki recipe (from Vegan for Everyone from America’s Test Kitchen). Also had mango, cucumbers, avocado, nori, and rice (brown and white rice), to make bowls. But then the kids wanted to make onigiri, so we did that.
(On a side note – I discovered that HMart sells nori that is layered between cellophane, so you can make onigiri, wrap it in the seaweed and cellophane, and the seaweed doesn’t get soggy, just like how you get them when you buy them in the store. This makes onigiri much more portable, and I’m so excited to try it out. Onigiri is one of my favorite foods.)

On the table is a package of seaweed and an onigiri next to it.

That’s the news that was. This weekend I have the one and only performance of our show. I hope the weather will be not too hot since we are at an outdoor venue. Now that work will have a bit of a lull, I’m looking forward to planning August and the new school year. I’m still having activity angst, but hopefully having some time to sit and think and not have to wedge those moments in on my work breaks will give me a bit of clarity. There also looks to be rain coming, so maybe some cozy indoor activities are in my future.

Any fun small adventures lately? Any foods from your childhood that you still eat regularly today? What should be our next food for summer taste testing? do you like onigiri? Do you have a favorite flavor? When was the last time you looked behind an appliance?

(bi) Weekly recap + what we ate: Another Birthday week and a Museum

Visit to the Museum.

It’s February! January was a blur – there was a show for the first half of the month and then the second half of the month felt like I was picking up the pieces. I’m hoping the February will feel slower, more intentional and more balanced, less like survival mode.

Also – we’ve had weather in the high 70s and mid 30s, all in the span of a week. I cannot take this weather whiplash. On my walk the other day, I saw some crocus shoots starting to peak up. What? Not! And then I was talking to a stage manager who was coming in for our next show and she asked me what kind of weather she should pack for and I said, “I honestly have no idea what to tell you.” But… it got me thinking that she will be here until the end of March, which means that she will likely be here for peak cherry blossom season. I’m really excited – for peak bloom. (I just checked the website and it says it is yet too early to predict peak bloom… I wait with much anticipation…)

Anyhow – other adventures…

The big kids had last Monday off school (Teacher’s grading day), so the Husband and I both took the day off and we took the kids downtown to the Mall to visit the National Gallery of Art. There were two exhibits that I wanted to see before they closed in March – one exhibit was of the portraits by Dorothea Lange, and another of the works of Mark Rothko.

I thoroughly enjoyed both exhibits. The Lange was especially haunting as a large part of the exhibit was devoted to portraits that she took of families migrating during the Dust Bowl, including Human Erosion in California (Migrant Mother), the famous one of a Great Depression mother looking weary. (I just went down a rabbit hole and the story of the woman behind the photo is fascinating. She wasn’t actually a worker on the pea farm where the photo was taken; she was just stopped them when her family’s car broke down. Turns out the lady, Florence Owen Thompson, was quite resentful that the photo was taken without her permission.) There were also a series of photos she took at a Japanese relocation center that felt particularly poignant. I love how immediate and spontaneous and timely photography can be.

The other exhibit, works of Mark Rothko, was more intangible in it’s appeal, I think. Abstract art hasn’t always spoken to me – I like art of things and people and recognizable objects – but there is something about Rothko that I really like. Maybe it’s the bold unapologetic color? What I loved about seeing the Rothko paintings up close is that you can see how different blocks were painted with different techniques- some bold and rough, some quite smooth, some very orderly. It makes his work feel all the more deliberate. In addition to the familiar blocks of colour, the exhibit had some of Rothko’s early watercolors and they were definitely reminded me of the work of painters like Cezanne and early Picasso. Another favorite part of the exhibit was the giant easel that they had on display – to see where Rothko made his work really lifted to the painting for me, and reminded me that there is a person behind all this colour.

Close up of the brushwork.
Rothko’s easel from his studio.

Taking to the kids to a museum is always a tricky excursion. The 4 year old didn’t have a lot of patience for looking at art, but one thing that did capture her attention was all the paintings of Mary and the baby Jesus. Every time she saw a painting of Madonna and Child, she would run up to it, pointing with glee, exclaiming, “It’s Baby Jesus!!!” I guess it all goes to show that art speaks to us, when we find something familiar in it.

Baby Jesus!!!!

In the lobby of the East Wing, there was an easel set up with a giant screen that people could “paint” on. The kids LOVED this. They would have spent the whole day there if they could. I had a moment when I thought, “But they have art supplies at home! Why are they so much more excited about this?” Oh well. As I was walking out, though, I saw a grown up with a child who looked to be about eight or nine, and the grown up was teaching the child how to draw and they were sketching the Calder mobile above them. I thought that was actually a brilliant idea of how to get children to engage in art. Sometimes I think that we spend so much time looking at art that we forget to actually make it ourselves. (This is one of my beefs about the kids’ school specials – they spend all this time learning about Beethoven and the Beetles, and not enough time making music themselves. Similarly in art class – they know about Van Gogh, but not about making their own creations.) So yes, in the same breath I have been irked at my kids for their obsession with a digital painting canvas and bemoaned the lack of creative opportunities. It’s irrational. I’m going to sit with that for a little bit.

Art and art.

I also thought this was funny – this layout of a future exhibit. The circles say, “Not Trash” I feel like that could be some kind of very meta art in itself.

Every time we go down to the National Mall, I’m struck with gratitude and amazement how all these great museums and works of arts are less than an hour away by train. This year I want to be more intentional about going down and making time for the the exhibits that I want to see. There is a show in September called Paris 1874: The impressionist Moment that I want to make sure to catch. But also there is an amazing permanent collection too that I should also remember to see – We walked by Degas’ sculpture Little Dancer on Monday and I had forgotten that this sculpture was even here. Such a lovely piece of work and I can walk in and see it for free anytime the Museum is open!

Also super fun was we saw two white squirrels on the Mall as we were down there! I heard that they are rare, but there were two frolicking about, so maybe they aren’t as rare as I would think? After the Museum we went to have dumplings and noodles and then went home. What a lovely day.

The week before we celebrated another birthday! The middle child turned seven. I can hardly believe that he’s already seven. And… he lost his first tooth the day before his birthday. Milestones all around! I bought some balloons, including this giant Grogu balloon that has weights on the bottom and an attached ribbon so you can pull it around like a pet. I realized afterwards that the same balloon without the weighted bottom and ribbon leash was five dollars cheaper. Did I really pay an extra $5 for a ribbon and weights? I guess I did. Well, the 7 year old loved it, so maybe it was worth it? The Grogu haunts our house now, floating around, peeking around corners in the evenings. It’s a little creepy of one isn’t expecting it.

Grogu watching me clean the kitchen late at night. Maybe he needs a cookie…?

I made a red velvet cake and we FaceTimed with my parents that night, singing happy birthday and blowing out candles.

“They just keep growing” moment – I’ve been trying to do some closet cleanouts and I had two bags of clothes to take to Goodwill. The bags had been riding around in my car, but then I realized that the 4 year old’s agility class is right next to a Goodwill. Yay! I love when errands line up. So after class one day, we I headed over to the donation center. Just as I was pulling up, though, I remembered that the 12 year old needed pants, and last fall I had put four pairs of pants that no longer fit me into the bag. And actually, those pants would probably fit the 12 year old. So I pulled them out of the bag before dropping the donation off at Goodwill and took them home to her. It turns out that they fit her pretty well. It was just such a moment for me to realize that the path of clothes that no longer fit now don’t automatically have to go into the donation pile.

A charming picture book and story from my past:

So funny story – when I was growing up in Canada, there was a radio show on the CBC called Basic Black, hosted by Arthur Black. I don’t remember much detail of it, but I remember it was funny and that my brother and I would listen to it every week. Arthur Black had a book in which he wrote a essay about how Winnie the Pooh was named after a bear named Winnipeg, because the bear was from Canada. In sixth grade, my best friend Gail was a huuuuge Winnie the Pooh lover. She one day told me that Winnie the Pooh was named after a bear named Winnie at the London Zoo. I said, no, actually it’s named after a bear named Winnipeg because Arthur Black said so. No, you’re wrong, Gail said. And back and forth and back and forth we went.

I eventually wrote to Arthur Black and asked him how he knew that Winnie the Pooh was named after a bear named Winnipeg. And he wrote me back!!!! Anticlimactically, he said, “I wish I could give you chapter and verse of where I heard about the bear named Winnipeg, but I don’t remember.” I’m paraphrasing, but that bit about “chapter and verse” is a direct quote – for some reason that stuck in my head.

Anyhow, fast forward thirty-five years and we borrow this book, Finding Winnie, from the library, mostly because I love the art of Sophie Blackall. And guess what? Winnie the Pooh was indeed named after a bear in the London Zoo. So Gail was right. BUT… the bear came from Canada and was named Winnipeg. So Arthur Black was right too. The story of how the bear named Winnipeg got to the London Zoo is actually quite a lovely story and I might actually have almost been close to tears at one point. And to have a 35 year old argument resolved… that was lovely too.

Cleaning out the Tupperware drawer I have a huge list of aspirational decluttering that I want to do and the list is overwhelming. Cleaning out the Tupperware drawer and Tupperware overflow seemed like low hanging fruit, so I tackled it one day. (I do note that I use “Tupperware” like “Kleenex” or “Xerox”. I don’t actually own any true Tupperware per se.) One of my pet peeves is when storage containers do not get put away with their lids. It irks me to no end when I go to use a container, fill it up, and then turn around and discover that there is no lid. ARRRRRGH!!!! Anyhow, the jumble was getting out of control so I pulled everything out, matched lids and then threw out anything that didn’t have a lid. And then I went to our basement where we have “Tupperward overflow” and did the same, also throwing out all those old crappy free water bottles that I had been collecting down there. I also threw out/recycled a bunch of sippy cups – made me a little wistful remembering the days before my kids could drink from a cup. Isn’t that crazy to think there was a time when drinking out of a cup was hard? Another thing in the “They just keep growing” category. Anyhow, organizing the Tupperware was a very satisfying task. Also – in our previous house, we kept all the Tupperware in a cupboard, and I have to say the deep drawers for storage in this house – I really love them. It would never have occurred to me to have storage drawers instead of shelves beforehand.

Grateful For:
The Metro worker who filled up my metro card. On our way home from the museum, when I tried to tap out the 6 year old’s card, it didn’t have enough fare on it. Good lesson for me – always tap out after the kid so he’s not stuck on the other side of the gate. The machines at the gate you use to to refill metrocards only take cash. Well, the kid needed 0.15 on his card to make up the rest of his fare and as I was digging through my purse for change, the station worker came up behind me and put money in the fare machine for me. I know it was just 15 cents, but that little bit of generosity really brightened my day. And then on the way home, we took the bus and the bus driver told us not to tap our cards so we rode for free. Not sure why, but it always warms my heart a little when I get to ride for free.

A Co-worker’s keys – One day I was working in my office all alone and I started packing up to get ready to go pick up the kids from the school bus. I went to the bathroom and then got back to my office and realized that I had left my keys inside. Panic! I had my car keys, and I thought maybe I could just go get the kids (without my coat or purse or phone). The building was pretty empty and I was starting to despair, but then I ran into someone who works in the costume department. She saw that I was clearly stressed and distressed and asked me what was wrong and I said, “I’ve locked my keys in my office and now I’m going to be late to pick up the kids!”
“I think my key opens your office,” she said. “Here take them and see.”
And her keys worked. And relief flooded me. And I wasn’t late for the bus. Well, I was a little late, but the bus was waiting for me when I got there, so it was okay.

Wool Baselayers – I’ve gotten back into running, but some days it is just so cold – like in the 30s. But I also hate being too hot. I’ve been able to find some not so expensive wool baselayers on sites like Backcountry or Sierra Trading Company. They’re great for cold weather running – keeps the heat in, but doesn’t weigh me down or make me overheat.

-A beautiful Vocal Recital – I had one show to do supertitles for last week. There was a bit of kerfuffle a couple hours before the recital where there was an added song so I had to put together the translation slides very last minute. But it was all good. My favorite piece was a setting of Jamaican songs.

The six year old who is now seven – What a creative, cerebral little guy he is turning out to be! He can make anything into a rocket ship; he finds endless possibilities in sticks. He loves to sit and think and ponder the world. He’s a little bit of a rule-follower, maybe too much. He’s learning to read and loves to read books and comic strips and the side of cereal boxes and the gps directions from the back seat of the car. He loves music and dance parties. It can’t be easy to be the middle child, but he loves his sisters and gives them lots of hugs. I’m so grateful that he’s part of our family!

Looking Forward To:
Galavant – This is an enormously fun tv show is a fairy tale musical about a knight on a mission to rescue his lady love from an evil, yet misunderstood tyrant. I had vaguely heard of this show when it came out in 2015; I might even had watched an episode or two. But this was still back when network/cable tv and watching episodes as they were released were a thing, and I was working in Colorado without at tv that summer and couldn’t keep up. Now the show become part of our Friday night routine. Fridays used to be tv and pizza night, but because of the 12 year old’s basketball schedule, we don’t have time for a full movie, so we’ve been trying to find tv shows to watch instead. I’m finding that family friendly tv shows don’t really exist anymore. Either they’re super sophisticated or moronically infantile. This manages to be a bit of both and much more. There is lots of tongue in cheek humour and “spot the star” guest appearances – John Stamos! – but also sword fights and musical numbers. Very much recommend.

Watercolor classes – Start this Tuesday! I got the syllabus last week and I’m excited to have homework again!

Knoxville: Summer of 1915. I have another recital coming up the second week of February and I just received the program and texts/translations to prepare the supertitle slides. I am so excited because on the program is one of my favorite pieces of music ever – Samuel Barber’s Knoxville Summer of 1915, a gorgeous gorgeous piece of music, all about the sad beauty and nostalgia of childhood. (I may have mentioned it here before…) I’ve never had a chance to hear it perform live and I’m so looking forward to this recital.

What We Ate:
Monday: Orzo Salad with Peppers and Feta from NY Times Cooking. I had a whole bunch of red peppers in the Hungry Harvest box so this was a good recipe to use them up. I’m reminded yet again that I don’t actually like orzo that much. It’s just too small to chew satisfyingly.

Tuesday: My mother’s chicken wings, steam green beans and tater tots. Red Velvet cake. It was the middle child’s birthday, and this was his birthday dinner request.

Wednesday: Tofu Stir fry. I think the Husband made this.

Thursday: Not quite sure – for some reason I didn’t write down this dinner.

Friday: Cabbage stir fried with noodles from Tenderheart. I have a few heads of cabbage in my fridge to use up. (Though the 12 year old likes to eat cabbage raw and gets annoyed when I actually cook it into something.) This was a great pantry recipe because I could use up all the various yam noodles and rice noodles in the pantry. I’m determined to cook from the pantry the next month or so. This meal was also really quick to come together so we had it before basketball practice. After practice we also had a bonus dinner – pizza and Galavant.

Saturday: Pizza (take-out) and The Barbie movie. I thoroughly enjoyed the Barbie movie – it kind of reminded me of The Velveteen Rabbit, with it’s central idea of how real life with all it’s messy, hard, complicated bits is still worth living.

Sunday: Snack dinner while we watched the football playoffs. Guacamole, chips, crudité plate, brie in pastry.

Monday: Yu Noodles – a local chain. This was where we went to get dumplings and noodles and buns after our trip to the museum. So tasty.

Tuesday: Fried snapper, eaten din lettuce wraps, with cut up carrots and cucumbers. The Husband cooked.

Wednesday: Steamed Tofu and Bok choy with tahini cilantro sauce. Simple, healthy. One kid only at the bok choy, one kid only ate the tofu.

Thursday: Happy Hour after work at a Mexican restuaruant.

Friday: Guacamole snack before basketball practice. Pizza and Galavant after practice.

Onward into February now!