Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Happy 19th Birthday, Seth!

I just returned from a birthday lunch date (the Pita Pit in Rexburg) with Seth.
Today my baby boy is 19 years old (and I can still remember distinct details of his birth--ouch!). He was born during the morning session of spring general conference 1990 at St. Luke's Hospital, Boise ID.
He was 3 days past his due date.
He weighed 8 lbs 11oz and was 23 1/2" long. Now he is about 175 lbs and is approx. 6'1" (I'm guessing--no official data),
and is a better son than I deserve.
He is kind and considerate,
smart and talented.
And did I mention handsome?
Here are some photos (last year's)
of my birthday boy. I love you Seth!
Happy Birthday!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Spinach trick...

I have been trying to make our meals a little healthier here and there by using whole grains (helps to rotate your food storage, too!) and vegies in different places than expected.
I like to make homemade pizza.
I use half whole-wheat flour in the dough.
But Taylor (and sometimes Madi) are picky about what goes on top of the dough. For a while, all they wanted on their pizza was cheese and pepperoni
(sound familiar?).
They did let me add pineapple.
.
Kinda cute, huh?
( I like to buy the 4-packs of individual serving size pineapple tidbits--one is just enough for a pizza!)
However, recently I tried adding fresh, chopped spinach right after I put on the sauce--and I think it is a keeper. I was inspired by my friend Sariah's blog about her smoothies (I'll have to admit, I tried putting spinach into some of our fruit smoothies, and she is right--you can't taste the spinach in it--but you have to close your eyes to drink it--unless you're alright with pea-green fruit smoothies!).
So, I have been putting spinach
in places I wouldn't have thought to before.
.The first time I tried it out on pizza, the girls looked at their dinner and exclaimed,
"What did you do
to our pizza!?"
But since they had tasted the pea-green smoothies when we tried that experiment and were okay with them, they gave the pizza a shot! Now I add spinach every time I make it (if I have spinach in my crisper). It really makes for a pretty pizza, with the red sauce, bright colored spinach, pineapple and turkey pepperoni--a cheesy, beautiful kid-friendly creation (at least a friend of my kids!) .
(do you think I could fit any more spinach
into this blog?)

Thursday, March 19, 2009

In Eastern Idaho...

...birds fly backward in the spring.
(Yep, it is pretty d a r n windy)
(there, I made sure you didn't think I was cursing...)

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

The Hull family’s Irish Soda Bread (aka Spotted Dog)

3 cups all-purpose flour (or 2 cup white flour, 1 cup whole wheat)
1 t baking soda
2 T white sugar
3 T butter, chilled and cut in
1/2 c raisins
1 ¼ c buttermilk or yogurt
1 egg, beaten

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a pie tin. In a medium bowl, mix together the flour, baking soda, salt and sugar.
Cut in the butter until the mixture is coarse.

Toss the raisins with the flour mixture until coated. Make a well in the center and add the egg and buttermilk or yogurt, Stir until all of the dry ingredients are absorbed.
Turn the dough out onto a floured surface and knead for a few quick turns just to even out the dough. Handle the dough as little as possible.

Pat into a flat circle, and place into the prepared pan. Slash an “X” on the top (to let out the fairies!) Bake the bread for 40 to 45 min. in the preheated oven, or until the edges are golden.
Eat with the rest of your yummy
St. Patty's Day meal!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Our busy weekend...and dessert for St. Pat's Day!

This weekend we had our team's first clogging competition and Taylor's first volleyball tournament. Here are some pictures. Since I was busy with making sure everything was okay with my dancers I wasn't able to take "action" shots--and I didn't get a picture of my littlest girls at all! I did make sure John took the camera with him to Taylor's games (I missed them since I was in Pocatello with my cloggers) and he got some great photos!


This is my team, Stampede Storm. They danced to "Black Horse and a Cherry Tree."

This is my team, Stampede Thunder. They danced to "Aisy Waisy."

Here is Taylor at her tourney. She scored points the first time she served!


Here she is strategizing with her team. She is number 8!


Some pretty cool moves! Here is our traditional St. Patty's Day dessert. Sometimes I add a little more rhubarb. And if I don't have rhubarb (I freeze some in the summer now and save it for this occasion), I use pie cherries or some other tart fruit.

Tomorrow will be Irish Soda Bread (Spotted Dog)!

Monday, March 9, 2009

Okay, I am not so sentimental now--on with the celebration!

Whew--that last post was a little heavy (not that I don't feel that way, but...) I think it is time to get on with the party planning!
(St. Patrick's Day, of course) Today I'm posting the main dish recipe. I went grocery shopping today, and I have everything but the secret, special ingredient--the red currant jelly. In Boise, I always found it at the Albertson's at Columbia Village. I shopped at Winco today with no luck. I think I'll try our little Rigby Broulim's next; they tend to carry specialty items that Winco doesn't.

This recipe was given to me by my Aunt Donnie (LaDawn Hansen), and we love it! One thing I like to do a little differently is that I slice my corn beef before I put on the jelly so that it gets all over it--inside and out!

Aunt Donnie's Corn Beef & Cabbage

-4 lb corn beef w/ seasonings
-red currant jelly
-red potatoes
-cabbage
-1 red pepper

1. Boil corn beef w/seasoning for 3 1/2 hrs. until tender. Remove and place on a broiling pan.


2. Peel just the centers of the red potatoes, and boil in the water left from the corn beef.


3. Saute’ cabbage and red pepper together in oil until just limp. Add following mixture: 2 T sugar, 2 T distilled white vinegar, 1/4 t caraway seed, 1/2 t salt (my variation: saute’ in butter, season w/salt, pepper and garlic powder)


4. Cover corn beef with a fairly thick layer of currant jelly (I slice mine up first). Place under broiler until jelly is bubbly and a little crispy looking.
Transfer corn beef, potatoes, and cabbage to three separate serving dishes. Enjoy!

Bitter-sweet...

All of you who are mothers know that some memories and moments are so sweet that they are almost painful. The hurt comes from knowing that the moment will soon be gone. These are memories that make tears fill your eyes--make your heart ache to return once more.
My girls all have nice singing voices. Mine is adequate (I can sing on tune--but if I have to sing in front of people my voice shakes so much the song isn't worth much!). In church on Sunday when Bethany was growing up, there came a point when her voice matured, and if she was sitting next to me, our voices together would blend. She would sing the alto part for the first verse, the soprano the 2nd, then switch back to the alto, etc. (I just stick with the melody). While we would sing, each time she would switch to the harmony, I would savor that verse. To me, our music was beautiful.

Mother and daughter
voices entwined.

When she left for college, for several weeks I could not sing a note at church.
If I even tried, tears would start.
And it is embarrassing to cry at church every Sunday.

But time heals us, and after awhile I could sing alone again.

This weekend Bethany came home. When we sat down at church, we did not sit by each other. But as the first hymn began I heard a familiar harmony, wrapping around my voice.
It was my Madi sitting by my side, and it was her voice that blended into mine.
She sang alto the first verse, then switched to soprano for the second.
And then I realized.

During the sacrament I put my arm around her shoulders, and she leaned her head towards me, and I towards her. We rested there together for a moment.

This morning I dropped her off at seminary with her friend. "Have a good day, Madi!" I called out as she hopped out of the car. She rushed towards the church door, chattering to her friend, not looking back. I waved a little as she disappeared.

She starts driver's ed after school.

This is a strange time in my life. It is a time of change, of accepting new experiences, of stretching.
It is a time for letting go, and hoping the empty spaces will fill in.

We had all 4 kids together here on Saturday afternoon for about 2 hours. John, Madi, Taylor and I went skiing to use up our last set of lift passes. When we got home, Bethany and Seth were making us dinner. We sat down together, 6 around our table, and shared fajitas and arroz con leche.

Bethany left to go back down to Utah last night. We closed the front door and watched red tail lights drive away. "It was good to have them all here this weekend," John said as I sunk slowly into his arms.

Taylor stills wants me to tuck her in each night.
But she is also begging me to let her shave her legs.

Everyone says to savor the time you have with your kids while they are young. When you are in the midst of it, it seems as if it will never end. For me, it took the loss of that first voice during church each Sunday to realize that this time of my life was growing short. It is a time of change. A new season.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Top O' the Morning to Ye!

Here is a little bit of Bethany and Irish step dance to brighten your morning! (Make sure you press "pause" on my music before you play the video so you don't have too much Irish music going all at once!)

She'll be making her way up from Provo to Rigby this afternoon and we are all excited to see her! Tomorrow night we are going to attend BYU-I Dance Alliance performance--Bethany helped choreograph their Spanish dance (Flamenco) number.

This performance is IDI--Irish Dance Idaho, and was done at the capitol building in Boise on St. Patrick's Day in Bethany's senior year.

This is a picture of Bethany, her cousin Carsten, Aunt Laura, and cousin Jaden--all members of IDI.

I took the video from one floor up. The first dance is a slip jig and is in soft shoes (ghillies). The second is called "Blackbird" and is a hard shoe number. Both are traditional pieces.



I'll be posting recipes for our traditional St. Patrick's Day feast soon. Here is a picture of the layout. It includes Aunt Donnie's Cornbeef and Cabbage with Baby Red Potatoes, Spotted Dog (Irish Soda Bread), and Country Rhubarb Cake.


Start looking for a jar of red currant jelly at your favorite grocery store...(one of the secret ingredients!)

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Today is the official beginning of all that is Irish...

I would like to share the history of one of our Irish ancestors. Her name is Mary Benson Hull.
(this isn't really the most flattering picture--I'm sure she was much more lovely than she is portrayed here :-)

Mary Benson Hull was born in Londonderry County, Ireland, June of 1812. Her father was Peter Benson, son of Daniel Benson. Her mother was Biddy Douley and her grandmother was Rachel Mauglin. Her mother died when she was born. Her father remarried. It is reported that he and his second wife had ten pair of twin girls.



Mary's uncle, James Benson, a physician, taught her obstetrics and nursing. She did a great deal of work nursing the sick and practicing obstetrics while she lived in Ireland and was even busier in her profession when she moved to Scotland and America.

She married Thomas Hull in 1834. In 1841 she with her husband and five children moved to Delry, Scotland. They left Ireland because there was difficulty among her husband and his brothers regarding the division of their father's large estate of woolen mills. When they reached Scotland, her husband had to work in the mines. This was hard on them as they were not used to the hardships of poverty.
Mary seemed to be a leader among the women in the community of "In the Den" where they moved when her husband found employment in the mines.

When she heard some Mormon elders were holding a meeting in the woods near her home, she gathered a group of women together to break up the meeting by throwing rotten eggs...and potatoes... into the crowd and the speakers. The women armed themselves with all they could carry and stationed themselves around the people. At a given signal from Mary, the women were to bombard the speakers with the spoiled food. The siganl, however, never came as Mary became absorbed in what the missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, or the Mormons, were saying and she was converted to the gospel then and there. When her husband came home that evening, she told him she was ready to be baptized. He began to investigate the gospel and in 1849 all he, Mary and their children all joined the church. They were baptized in the river Garnet in Derby County Scotland by William Sterrit.

After the family joined the church, they were treated very badly by all their former friends and neighbors. They scrimped and saved to go to Salt Lake City in America.In 1854, the family left for Liverpool and on June 30, 1854, they boarded the sailing vessel "Stetson" and sailed for America. A terrific ocean storm lasted many days, but finally after thirty-one days at sea, they reached New York City.

The family moved to Peoria County, Illinois where the family found work. Here they labored until they had saved enough money to buy oxen, a wagon, food and clothing to journey to Utah. In March 1859 in Omaha, they joined with a group of Saints and started across the plains. The family had walked to Omaha and now they set out again on foot for Salt Lake City, where they arrived September 7, 1859.
When they reached Salt Lake City, Mary's husband was ill with Rocky Mountain Fever. Mary and the boys started to look for work so they could buy food. For several days they walked all over the city and its outskirts looking for any kind of work they could get. They came home each day very discouraged. Each day Mary would gather her children around her in prayer, supplicating our Heavenly Father to open a way for them to obtain the necessities of life and praying that her sick husband might be restored to health. One evening as she knelt in prayer, someone laid a hand on her shoulder and said, "Arise sister, your pleading have not been in vain. Come with me." She and two of the children followed him. He loaded them with food and gave them milk and fruit for the ailing husband. They later learned their benefactor was Heber C. Kimball. The food he gave them lasted until they found work and could buy food.

Mary's husband was still ill when they moved to Kayscreek just north of Salt Lake City in a two-room log house.Mary was fearful her husband would die as he was still so very sick. The elders had administered to him, but he was no better in his health. One evening Mary had been out milking their cows and as she came to the door and looked in, she saw tow men in the act of administering to her husband. One of them turned, pored out a spoonful of olive oil and had him drink it. Then they placed their hands on his head to give him a blessing. Mary bowed her head and closed her eyes during the prayer. When Mary opened her eyes the men had disappeared. Thomas improved rapidly after that night.

Thomas and Robert, the two oldest sons, had been called to help get out rock for the Salt Lake Temple. Mary, with 3 daughters and 2 sons were moved back to Temple Square in Salt Lake and lived there in a wagon box until the boys completed their assignment. Her husband Thomas, son William , and daughter Mary went to Franklin, Idaho in beautiful Cache Valley.

In 1860 Mary and the rest of the family moved to Franklin to make their home. She was a most valuable person in this pioneer community with her knowledge of nursing and obstetrics. The family reported she never seemed to be instrumental in bringing any disease home although she nursed people with black smallpox, diptheria, and typhoid. In later years when she moved to Hooper, Utah the people thought she had super human power. Many cases of severe illness she nursed back to health after doctors had given them up. This was especially true of cases of typhoid fever.

Mary was also expert in spinning flax, which her husband wove into cloth for towels, men's shirts, etc. She was also adept in using newly clipped wool from sheep, which she would clean, spin and dye in many colors. Pioneers told of the wonderful dress goods she would make from the flax her husband grew.

One piece of cloth is especially remembered well. She used this clothe to make dresses for Mrs. Smart, Mrs. Dunkley and for herself, they were the most lovely dresses in that pioneer community. Madder colored the red, burdock and indigo blue gave them green yarn, and blue from indigo blue they bought in Salt Lake City. It was a checked pattern. These dresses were worn for years and considered most beautiful. They were made with full skirts and will fitted basque waists.
Mary suffered with the rest of the saints at times for food. Having been reared in the higher class of people in Ireland, it was difficult for her to meet the requirements of western pioneer living. She seemed able always to rise to whatever hardship the occasion demanded. Shearing sheep, dying wool, spinning and sewing by hand she took in her stride. Milking, making cheese and butter and such accomplishments she also mastered. She nursed the sick, took care of her family, fed the poor and hungry, clothed the destitute, and would give her last bit of food or raiment she wasn't wearing to help others.

Mary Benson Hull died at the age of 64 in Hooper, Utah. She bore a strong testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ throughout her life and what is more important--she lived it.