Apple Dunking and Halloween Bashing!

Saturday was our ward’s annual Halloween party. The youth were in charge, which means as a youth leader I was a part of the planning and implementation.
Pretty much, I have the best calling ever working with these beautiful young women.

Jamie and I wore our annual costumes. I was the pumpkin widow dressed in black (see my shirt) and Jamie was (what else?) a pumpkin.
It’s like art imitating real life. Every. Single. Day.

We just finished reading the 100th Anniversary edition of Wizard of Oz that I bought as a souvenir in Coronado Island. Much to my delight, Hadley shunned the pop culture costumes of many of her peers and opted to be Dorothy.

Bode, on the other hand? He spotted a Mario costume at the thrift store and the begging began. “Bode, you were Mario two years ago. Don’t you want to be _______” and I listed off a number of costumes. Obviously, I lost.

Blurry action shot eating doughnuts on a string

We had a spookiest appetizer/dessert contest so I whipped up a graveyard 7-Layer Dip. I got a ton of compliments on it but it was a result of improvisation. We didn’t have any refried beans so I used Madras Lentils (my fave wintertime lunch) and layered sour cream, cheese, green onions, salsa and guacamole. For the graveyard, I cut and baked some red chile tortillas into tombstones, a cat and a ghost.
I thought I did a pretty good job until I saw my friend Wendy’s entry.
Overachiever.

The young men were in charge of a haunted grove in the forest behind the church.

Teenagers with a real chainsaw = terrifying.

The young women stayed inside and oversaw all the carnival games.

Best. Bean bag toss. Ever.

And then there was the most unsanitary game of them all: bobbing for apples. In sixth grade, I had a Halloween party that will go down in infamy as The Best Party Ever and I still wear my Queen Apple Bobber Badge proudly. When the young women taunted me to do it, I rose to the challenge.

Or rather, bent way, way over for it. Haddie and Bode joined me and I dove in preparing to leave them in my salivated-apple-bobbing wake. When all of a sudden, I was being submerged way way way under. I flew up sputtering, only to realize my own husband dunked me.

It’s a good thing we drove separately; otherwise dude would have walked home.

Haddie ended up being the winningest apple bobber of the night. As it turns out, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Literally.

Duct Tape Man Does Hurricane Sandy

**READ NEW ADDENDUM**

Between Jessica Ridgeway’s horrific murder and Hurricane Sandy, I’ve been watching a lot of news lately (in fact, CNN is currently playing in the background). My heart goes out to all those impacted by this storm.

My brother Jade lives in New Jersey and was one of only five people who showed up for work yesterday (common sense obviously does not run in our family). Further evidence: When he was Duct Tape Man for Halloween. I’ve been following his Facebook wall to see how he waged the storm. His latest update:

Many years ago I successfully repaired a light fixture I broke in my parent’s bathroom with black hockey tape. I used this knowledge obtained from youth last night as my fence laid broken in two during the storm. Instead of reaching for the tool bag I grabbed the hockey bag instead once again and patched it up with some hockey laces! It withstood the storm, a valuable lesson to all.

Lesson learned.
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ADDENDUM: After publishing this on my blog, my brother posted the following new profile picture on Facebook of him waging a battle against Hurricane Sandy. Monster: created.

How to carve a REAL pumpkin

I’ve been watching all my friends post pictures of their carved pumpkins on Facebook.

How sweet.

Now, let’s talk about how a REAL pumpkin is carved. Many people ask us what we do with The Great Pumpkin after the weigh-off. The answer is simple: I make Jamie showcase it on our driveway until Halloween. It’s a community attraction and I catch the most random people marveling at it. Last week, it was the garbage man who moved the garbage can beside it  and took a picture. “I told my wife it was as big as a garbage can and she’s not gonna believe it.”

Another sweet man talked to Jamie and then, as if it had given him a new lease on life said, “Thank you sooooo much for growing it.”

Could The Great Pumpkin be as good as therapy?

Though it generally lasts until Halloween, it ain’t pretty after a month of baking in the sun. Pumpkin guts are usually oozing down our driveway, making it a veritable horror show. But this year was different. Jamie’s pumpkin “Christine” has miraculously not shown signs of rotting out so he resolved we were going to carve it for the first time. Have you ever carved a 837-pound beast? Neither had we. Please excuse the blurry pictures; they were taken at night with my iPhone.

We made an event of it by inviting some friends over for FHE. Cookies and hot chocolate with pumpkin spice marshmallows are essential.

Then you get out the power tools. When that doesn’t work, you try a shovel. Once you finally break through the top, you get your first glimpse inside and it was miraculously not rotting out. This almost made Jamie weepy. It was like he was gazing into some fantastical cavern.

Next, you dive in, scoop out the guts and separate the seeds. To those blasphemous people who ask if we eat them: they are dried, sold or traded with other growers.

Entire children were almost lost in the process.

From there, we carved out the face–not an easy process when the skin is almost a foot thick. In fact, the eyes took so long to carve out that I mused to Jamie, “maybe you should make the mouth smaller because the eyes are taking so long. He took one wavering look at me, then back at the pumpkin. “She’s gotta have a big mouth.”

It was like music to my ears.

A warning to parents everywhere regarding Halloween candy “taxes”

I have some bad news for parents who claim a “candy tax” by taking a portion of their kids’ Halloween candy: THEY ARE ONTO US.

On Saturday night, we went to our church’s Halloween party and my kids came home with bucket loads of treats. For the most part, I let them have at it but started putting on the brakes the next day. After all, they have to save their gluttony for The Main Event on Wednesday.

I made a healthy dinner with the one thing my 8-year-old daughter abhors most: eggs. She usually chokes them down but we are entering the tween moody stage (hurray!) and she suddenly thinks she should have a say.

I don’t know when she started thinking this was a democracy, not a dictatorship.

My husband and I have never forced our kids to eat everything on their plates but usually have a bare minimum. If they choose not to eat, they don’t get any food the rest of the night. Period.

So, I gave her our usual ultimatum that she needed to eat five bites and told her I’d later throw in some candy for good measure. But, she’s a stubborn little miss and declared she’d rather go hungry.

That’s when I pulled out the big guns.

I grabbed her bag of candy and started deliberately and methodically eating it. Steam started erupting from her ears and her temperature rose as fast as a thermometer in boiling water.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” she spewed.

“Taking candy taxes,” I calmly responded. “For every minute you sit here, I’m going to have another piece of candy. Oh, look–Butterfinger. Isn’t that your favorite?”

And then her clincher. “YOU KNOW EATING THAT STUFF IS EXACTLY LIKE…STEALING!”

Let’s keep her little revelation just between us.

**The featured pictures is 2-year-old Hadley stuffing her face with suckers at her Halloween party. Girl loves her candy.

Just when you thought pumpkin season was over

People frequently ask me what Jamie is doing with all his free time now that pumpkin season is over. Here’s the thing: it never really ends. These days he’s obsessing about soil samples, what seeds he’s going to use for next year and once he cuts the pumpkin up next week, he’ll be composting it back into the patch.

There are also the frequent reminders like a friend who sent me this article on SEO: Business Lessons From Pumpkin Hackers because she knows Jamie works in web development and initially wondered if it was authored by him. I forwarded it off to Jamie and got this response:

“I would never refer to myself as a ‘geek farmer.’”

“The Pumpkin Man” is so much more dignified.

Then last night before bed, he did something  I can’t remember him ever doing: he was reading at length on his iPad. If you don’t know his history with reading, he spends all day deciphering  code at his computer so the last thing he wants to do in his leisure time is read. He once said, “I don’t have anything against books. I just don’t like reading them.”

So, last night I was justifiably curious. I queried, “What cha reading?”

“Teaming with Microbes.  Weathering, oxidation, reduction actions of iron and managese minerals and the biochemistry of the decomposition of organic matter are the primary factors influencing soil color.”

“I’m sorry I asked.”

Steamboat Springs: Highlights and Lowlights in Colorado’s Coolest Outdoor Town

I’ve only been to Steamboat Springs, Colo. a couple of times in the summer but this recreational Mecca is chock full of memories for me. Mind you, not all of them good:

*There was my infamous hike with friend Kristy 13 years ago wherein we attempted to hike the Rabbit Ears, got lost and never found the summit. On a positive note, Kristy introduced me to “bear sticks.” She was disillusioned to believe that tapping two sticks together would scare bears away. I countered they were more like the bears’ dinner call. Fortunately, they were never put to the test.

*Then, there was my family’s trip four years ago when we had THE BEST TIME at the popular rodeo, only to come back to the car four hours later and realize we had locked the keys in the car. When it was still running. Go here for all the sordid details.

Yampa River

I was recently invited to be on a panel of the Colorado Governor’s Tourism Conference in Steamboat and decided this was going to be my trip of reckoning and that nothing would go wrong. Mind you, it almost did when I started on my 2.5–hour drive and shortly after I got on the freeway, I realized I forgot my mountain bike and had to turn around.

Fortunately, that was the only misstep in what became a glorious three-day trip the Yampa Valley. Unfortunately, I had missed the peak of the fall colors but the weather was glorious, crisp and clear.

Yampa River Core Trail

The vein of Steamboat Springs is the 7-mile Yampa River Core Trail. I’ve walked portions of it with my family but resolved to bike it end-to-end and back again (14 miles for the math-deficient). I started on the south side of town at the Ranger’s Station and headed north.

It was the perfect way to discover Steamboat Springs. I wound through beautiful groves.

Past the Rotary Park boardwalk, which extends across the marshes adjacent to the Yampa River with  informative interpretive signs.

Along the Yampa River Botanical Gardens and the Bud Werner Memorial Library (behind which were play structures for kids and fantastic boulders to check-out the Yampa River). I cut right through the rodeo grounds and various park sites (Steamboat has 28 of them) until the trail dead-ended at the local skate park.

As I headed back to town, I realized I was famished so stopped at Bamboo Market–an organic deli overlooking the river. I should have been tipped off this was not your average market when the products that greeted me were Mugwort Herb, Horehound Herb and Horsetail Herb.  It was right out of a Harry Potter wizard’s spell book.

I sauntered over to the deli and ordered the least suspicious thing on the menu: a turkey sandwich on pumpkin seed bread. Or so I thought.

Dude behind the counter: “Do you want mustard and vegenaise on that?”

“I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?”

“Vegenaise.”

“That’s what I thought you said. Sure, why not. Just put it on the side.”

Trying vegan mayonnaise? Now that is risk-taking.

I nestled back on the outdoor patio feeling very outdoorsy-yuppy-vegan hanging and started eavesdropping on the outdoorsy-yuppy-vegan peeps the next table over. The woman was talking very loudly to her phone.

“Yes, we’re here in Steamboat and eating (long pause)….organic stuff.”

Nice to know they were as clueless as I was.

My next Steamboat Springs resolution: ski there this winter. And here’s for hoping that trip goes just as smoothly.

Stay tuned for my adventures at Upper Fish Creek Falls!

 

Welcome to my new blog!

Thanks for joining me at The Mile High Mama! It has been over a year since I switched my Twitter account to @TheMileHighMama and I intended to do the same for my blog. Problem was my web designer was too busy and said I wasn’t paying him enough.

Husbands these days.

Last week, I resolved I was going to revamp my blog, even if I had to pay. And so I received some bids from graphic designers. When I made my decision to go with a good friend, Jamie and I did research on templates and backgrounds to send to her. He started playing around with everything on Photoshop and before we knew it, he had designed it himself.

Get this: I didn’t even mean to manipulate him!

Of course, this site is a work-in-progress. I’ll still be writing about my family’s misadventures (click the tab Mommy Blogger for all those stories).

I will also occasionally be adding a new element to this blog: recipes. I love to cook and Pinterest has reignited my desire to experiment. My recent foodie post was about our dinner party on Sunday where we indulged on grilled pizzas (one of them strawberry balsamic chicken), apple cider floats and we made caramel apples for dessert. Click the links for recipes and the stories behind them (like when I infected my entire family with my caramel popcorn).

I’d say I’ll try to post a recipe a week but that’s waaaaaay too committal for me.

So, welcome! Be sure to subscribe to my RSS feed if you haven’t already or enter your email on the sidebar to have my posts delivered to your inbox. Please be patient because we’re still configuring everything.

And for next time? The highs and lows of my recent trip to Steamboat Springs and why you need to remember to bring a mountain bike in order to go mountain biking.

Go figure.

When your family is a bloody mess (literally!)

They say blood is thicker than water in reference to the bonds of family. However, after seeing this picture of Jamie’s brother and sister at Denver’s 2012 Zombie Crawl last weekend, I beg to differ.

And I am more than just a little big glad we’re not blood related. :-)

P.S. Bode is still traumatized from seeing them.

Apple Cider Floats Recipe

I love fast and simple recipes and this new find is a keeper when we want a quick treat in the fall.

Last weekend, Haddie’s school had a Harvest Faire. The third grade parents were asked to bring apple cider so I snagged a gallon from the local grocery store. Imagine my delight when it was rejected by the granola parents at her school.

“It has Sodium Benzoate,” they protested.

“Huh?”

“When it’s heated, it causes cancer.”

I brought the cider home and read the label, which said it had less than 1/10 of 1% of Sodium Benzoate to preserve the flavor. Their loss = our gain. We have been enjoying these floats all week.

Unheated, of course.

Apple Cider Floats

Ingredients

Apple cider

Ginger ale

Vanilla ice cream

Caramel sauce

Cinnamon

Instructions

Put a scoop or two of ice cream in a glass, fill 3/4 of the glass with cider and 1/4 with ginger ale. Drizzle with caramel sauce and cinnamon. The float is best when you let it sit for 10-15 and let the ice cream melt a bit and the flavors meld.

 

Delicious Grilled Pizza Crust + Strawberry Balsamic Pizza Recipes

We love to grill. We love pizza. But it wasn’t until a couple of years ago that we started grilling pizzas on our BBQ and we’ve never looked back. It helped that I found a killer crust recipe our very first try and it has become our signature dish when we have new friends over for dinner.

At our recent dinner party, we doubled the crust recipe so we had four pizzas and made 1) BBQ chicken pizza (BBQ sauce with marinara, chicken, onions, bacon and cilantro), 2) a cheese pizza,  2) sausage veggie and 3) my new favorite: strawberry balsamic chicken pizza.

Balsamic Strawberry Pizza with Chicken, Sweet Onion and Bacon

Ingredients:
½ cup strawberry jam or preserves
¼ cup balsamic vinegar

Pizza dough (see recipe below)

1 cup diced or shredded chicken breast (I used leftovers from a rotisserie chicken)
½ cup cooked bacon. (I was lazy and used bacon bits)
½ cup thin sliced sweet onion (precooked if you’re grilling)
12 ounces moazarella cheese
¼ cup fresh cilantro, finely chopped
¼ cup fresh strawberries, diced small

Directions:
Start with the balsamic reduction sauce by placing balsamic vinegar in a small saucepan. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer 4 to 5 minutes or until reduced to half of the original volume and mixture is thick and syrupy. Add strawberry jam, mix well. Set aside to cool.

Combine chicken with 2 tablespoons of the balsamic-strawberry mixture and mix to coat all chicken with sauce. Prep dough and pour rest of sauce onto pizza dough and spread to cover.  Scatter chicken evenly over the sauce.

Place about 3/4 of the cheese on top of dough and spread to cover sauce evenly. Scatter  bacon and sweet onion over cheese to distribute evenly. Scatter remaining cheese over this layer.

Cook the pizza (for grilling instructions, see below). Sprinkle with strawberries and cilantro. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I took the picture after we’d already eaten half of the pizza. But you get the idea!

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Tony Rosenfeld’s Grilled Pizza Crust

Makes four 10- to 12-inch pizza crusts

Ingredients

  • 1 1/4 cups warm water (between 100 and 110 degrees), plus more as needed
  • 2 1/4 teaspoons (1 small packet) active dry yeast
  • 1/2 teaspoon sugar
  • 3 1/2 cups flour, plus more as needed and for the work surface
  • 10 tablespoons olive oil, plus more for the bowl
  • 2 teaspoons kosher salt, plus more as needed
  • Freshly ground black pepper
  • Toppings (see related story)

Directions:

Combine the water, yeast and sugar in a small bowl, stirring to mix well; let sit for 10 minutes to allow the top to foam and become frothy (indicating that the yeast is active). If it does not do that, discard and start again with more water, yeast and sugar.

Lightly flour a work surface; lightly grease a mixing bowl and a rimmed baking sheet with a little olive oil.

Combine the flour, salt and 2 tablespoons of the oil in the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the dough hook. Beat on low speed for 1 minute until well incorporated, then add the water-yeast mixture in a slow, steady stream. Beat for about 5 minutes, stopping to scrape down the sides of the bowl as necessary, until a dough forms and pulls cleanly from the sides of the bowl. Add a few tablespoons of water or flour if the dough is too dry or wet. Transfer the dough to the prepared work surface and knead for about 5 minutes, adding a little flour if it starts to stick, so the dough becomes smooth and elastic.

Transfer to the oiled bowl, cover with a clean, dry dish towel and let sit for 1 to 2 hours at room temperature, until the mixture almost doubles in size. Form the dough into 4 equal-size balls and place on the prepared baking sheet. (Alternatively, the dough may be wrapped tightly in plastic wrap and refrigerated for up to 2 days or frozen for up to 1 month.)

To roll out the dough balls, lightly flour a work surface. Line a large baking sheet with parchment paper, and have ready additional large sheets of the paper for stacking the rounds of dough.

Shape or roll one of the balls into a thin round between 10 and 12 inches in diameter. Brush the top side with 1 tablespoon of olive oil and flip the oiled side over onto the lined baking sheet. Brush the new top side of the dough with 1 tablespoon of the oil and cover with a piece of parchment paper. Repeat with the remaining 3 doughs and the oil. They may be held at room temperature for about 1 hour in this manner (or refrigerate, tightly covered, for up to 3 hours. If the dough has been refrigerated, let it sit at room temperature for 30 minutes to 1 hour, so it will be easier to stretch).

When ready to grill, build a two-zone fire. Heat the back 2 burners on a gas grill on HIGH and the front burners on LOW, or light a large charcoal fire and push most of the coals to one side of the grill, leaving a sparse layer of coals on the other side. When it has reached the right temperature, the hot zone of the fire should be so hot that you can hold your hand a couple of inches above the grill for only about 3 seconds (about 500 degrees, if using a surface thermometer). Clean the grill grates well and oil them lightly with a wad of paper towels.

Using both hands to hold the top of one of the dough rounds (as if your hands were at 10 and 2 on a steering wheel), gently lay the bottom part of the hanging dough on the far side of the hot zone and stretch the top toward you to the other side. Cook, without touching, for 1 minute, so the dough bubbles and starts to get good grill marks. Rotate 90 degrees and cook for 1 or 2 minutes, or until the dough is uniformly browned and crisp but has not burned.

Pull the dough to the cooler zone of the charcoal fire or to the front of the gas grill and reduce the heat on the middle zone of the gas grill to medium-low. Flip the dough over so the seared side faces up. Sprinkle toppings evenly over the pizza (remember, less is more; see related sidebar for topping suggestions).

Once the toppings are in place, cover the grill (with the vents open on a charcoal grill lid). Cook for 3 to 7 minutes, checking every minute or so to rotate the pie 90 degrees so it cooks evenly, until any cheese toppings melt. Transfer to a large cutting board to slice. Top and grill the remaining doughs in the same manner. Serve hot.