Market Saturday

I cook much better (and healthier) during the week when I have a menu planned out.  It makes grocery shopping easier (and cheaper) and I run less of a risk of eating more convenience foods, eating out or buying random ingredients.  These are just several of the many reasons why menu planning is a smart idea.

But the real reason I make a meal plan is because of Reid.  And only on a consistent basis because he told me he thinks it is the ultimate sign of a great wife.  There are a ton of great and valid reasons to make a meal plan for your family.  But if I said those reasons were why I take a little time each weekend to plan out what we're eating I would be telling a bold faced lie.  I do it because my husband, after living as a single adult much longer than I have, loves having the person he gave up bachelorhood for cook for him. (And I am super relieved that things like "looks great in a bikini" or "always has the house spotless" were not at the very top of his "Ideal Traits of a Wife" list.)

So knowing that I make a cute little menu list just for him, he asked me what was for dinner on a night a few weeks ago.  I referred him to the little posted sheet of paper on our fridge.  He told me just to tell him because he hadn't read it yet.  I replied, "But I thought you liked looking at the meal plan."  He said "Oh no, I never look at it.  Just knowing that it's there is all that matters." 

Oh honey...

Anyway, I start off meal planning with the market every Saturday and then plan for the next Monday-Sunday based on what veggies and other goodies I pick up, what we already have in the pantry/fridge and whatever our schedule looks like that week.  If we have a booth set up that day then I send Reid soon after we get there to check out what everyone has or I make him guard the cinnamon rolls (i.e. eat samples) while I go call dibs on what all I want.  I go to the store Monday (or the weekend) and can order off of Augusta or Athens Locally Grown for pick up on Tuesday and Thursday.     

So far this is what I've got to work with this week...

Plenty of buns...actually these aren't ours.  Ours were just kind of rolled out and cut into squares.

Spinach, lettuces and leeks, pastured banty chicken eggs, and pumpkin dog treats (for Myra).

Local honey with the comb in from the Carroll's

My beloved stand mixer died today.  I am pretty sure it is the belt.  I don't know what kind of belt it is but I know it's the belt.  (I told Reid I thought it was a belt and he asked me why I thought that.  I told him because I had heard that sound while driving.  I know very little about engines but I do know the sound the car makes before you look in your rear view window and see a strip of your engine belt bouncing down the road.) 

Anyway, it was somewhat fitting that it bit the dust today since today I finished the last standing order (of 400 burger buns) I had agreed on before we decided to go down to just doing the Washington Farmer's Market and no longer take retail orders.  So either my mixer decided to die right along with my dreams of becoming the next Betty Crocker or because back to back to back batches of a to-capacity heavy yeast dough is a lot to put on a mixer.  Or simply because I have put my Kitchen-aid Professional Model counter top mixer through 2 years of commercial use (I think somewhere on the packaging it said intended for home use only) with another 4 years of heavy use before that (in my home but they probably don't bet on a single twenty something using it quite as much as I did).  All in all, the thing still looks brand new and up until today ran beautifully. (Except for sometimes there was a little pause from when you put it in gear to when it started running, but I was patient.) 

Oh well.  I'm sure we'll find someone who fixes small engines.  And I'm sure it is just a matter of replacing the belt.  (Or time to replace it with a 20 qt capacity floor mixer).  And tomorrow starts the first day of being near completely dedicated to getting the house ready for Sugar Diaper's first birthday anyway.   (Which we still have over 4 months to go but it seems like she shouldn't be older than 4 weeks and I'm starting to get a little nervous about how fast all of this is going by.)

We are about to go to bed after having deer burgers for dinner.  (It's amazing how you can still eat yeast dough even after working with it all day.  The same is not true for foods like meatloaf.) I had intentions all day to post about the plants and all the great help I got from Otter Creek to have "anything pink" ready by early September.  So I took the pictures below...and then went and wrote about my poor mixer instead. 

My latest victims

Myra Louise

Polka Dot Plant on the left and sweet marjoram, dill bouquet, bronze fennel and chives

I really, really hope we get the mixer fixed soon.  I am a much better cook than plant murderer gardener.

State of the House: April 2012

So the last home update involved turning our guest room into a guest room.  And a nursery.

At that point it was our only completely finished room in the house.

And at this point it is our only completely finished room in the house.  (Well the closet isn't finished in that room but that is fixed by cramming stuff into it and shutting the door.  Please do not open closed doors in my house. They are always hiding something.).    

I blame having to share my closet with the AC unit...

So we haven't digressed and made the nursery back into any kind of part project/part storage room.  I think you can call no digression, progress, right? And because of the nursery/guest room, if someone is coming over on short notice now I really only have 3 things I worry about:

1.) Kitchen-no dishes & the main prep table is cleaned off
2.) Bathroom
3.) Tidy up our nursery and if at all possible allow the majority of conversation to take place in this room.

A stylish house guest enjoying our luxurious accommodations.

And Baby Girl enjoying her luxe accommodations.

(**Extra housekeeping hint:  I also always like to leave the vacuum cleaner out and plugged in. If there is time I can clean the floor.  And if there is not time then I still get the benefit of my guest believing that I am about to clean the floor.  Which I usually do.  Or I just sit back and read the latest issue of Southern Living and tell myself I'm not a complete housewife failure because I do make poundcake from scratch and own milk glass as featured in one article of this month's issue.)

Pound cakes I made from scratch for housewife extra credit points

Anyway, we still have a long way to go.  And although the lack of any newly painted room and the still existing "Welcome-to-Shop-n'-Sav-Drop-Ceiling-Tiles, Y'all!" in the main room may speak otherwise, we have made a ton of progress overall on the house.

Still applicable photo taken last year.

Taking a clue from how we go the nursery done, we've trudged forward with the rest of the house. The first step with the nursery was to get rid of anything in the room we didn't want to keep.  The next was to simply get everything OUT.  (Then it was on to prepping for painting, etc, etc. that Reid mainly did.  I was probably watching on while eating ice cream to help contribute to the 75 pounds I gained during pregnancy).  After that the actual "work" went by fairly quickly.  And since I got to go back and start with a completely blank palette, the decorating part was so fun.  (Much, much, much more fun than decorating by trying to see how artfully you can arrange clutter and seven too many pieces of furniture in one room...)

5 pieces of furniture+8 chairs+massive sewing project+baby jumper do not fit in one corner of a home. 

So we have already hauled off a ton of clothes and gadgets that weren't too hard to part with.  We also boxed up a lot for possibly some giant yard sale in the near future.  Then we took more clothes off (mainly my clothes because half my wardrobe fell into the "I wore this in college and it will probably either never fit again and/or never be appropriate for a mother to wear again" pile.) 

Now...with just over 4 months left until Josephine's 1 Year Birthday Party (that I desperately want to have at our house...our painted house...), we are starting on the "pack it all up and get it OUT for now step.

And as soon as I finish this one last big order that I had...

177 down, 223 buns left to go...

These two little boxes are going to be joined by a lot more.

One piece of furniture cleaned out...34 left to go.

  (IMPORTANT:  Offers of babysitting will be accepted on a first come, first serve basis in order to be able to accomplish our 4 month deadline.  And if we do not meet our deadline, offers of having the party at YOUR beautiful home with gorgeous ceilings and painted walls will also gladly be considered.  Thanks!)

Taking Care of Business...

It is very hard for me to let go of things.

When I was little I asked everyone in my Sunday school class to remember my black lab who got hit by a car in prayer...every week for a year.  (Reid LOVES this story because it involves me as a very dramatic 4 year old.  Rest in peace, Frisky.)

I still have the stuffed animal dog that my dad gave me one time when I was sick even though my siblings crimped the ear and later ripped one of them off.  (Poor Frisky).

When my parents moved from my childhood home in Hoover, Alabama to Columbus, Georgia, I took pictures from every window in our house to remember what it looked like.  A week later our Welsh Corgi died. (I was 20 and felt as if my entire childhood had been lost within the span of seven days.  Again, rest in peace Frisky.  And yes, I did name every single pet "Frisky" until I was 24 years old except for a beta fish I shared with my roommate in college.  Kaitlyn-you took such good care of Fabio.)

It is also hard for me to say no to anything.  My mother is also unable to say "no" hence our insanely awesome as well as insanely busy childhood.  To me, saying "no"= opposite of super woman/lazy/not fun/boring/missing out/disappointing someone. I really, really wish that I could say "yes" all the time and had about 50 extra hours/day. But apparently that wasn't God's plan so I guess I'll have to deal with the 24 hours I've got.

So when I became my a mother I naturally continued to a) not let anything go and b) not say "no" to anything.

And when you do not let go of things AND keep on saying "yes" to everything...

...you end up being exhausted.   You end up with a life of lots of being busy and little real progress.  (And when you bring a baby, hormones and a husband who gets home late every night into the mix it apparently also ends up in lots of crying alone in your car so you don't wake up your baby.)   You end up putting the people you love the very most very last because they don't have a deadline attached.

Since Josephine was born I have wrestled so much with trying to figure out who I was now that I had a baby.  I love being a dietitian and the time I spend at the hospital.  I really love having my own little business.  And you all know that I really, really, really love my husband.  Not to even mention my amazing friends and family.  I felt like I didn't want to just be a "mom" even though my entire heart felt like it was being ripped out of me every time I wasn't with her. (Even though I have since found out it is like the HARDEST thing ever and being "just" a mom is apparently like saying "just an Olympic gold medalist"  or "just a rocket scientist.") 

I've heard myself say over and over again to Reid that "next week should be a little less hectic and I'll get to it then."  But the weeks do not get less hectic and the busier I am the further away I am from that complete peace that comes when you know you are diligently pursuing that which God has created you to do.  (And somewhere along the way I did learn that you can be working very hard and still be very much at peace!)

God promises that when I surrender everything that I think makes me who I am to Him, He will transform it into something far greater than I could ever imagine.

So, March 31st (this weekend coming up!) will technically be our last weekend being in the baking "business."  I have tried to keep things "small" since Josephine arrived but the orders keep coming and I keep saying "yes" which means saying "no" to time with my husband and baby.  Reid and I have thought a lot about what is most important to us at this phase in our life as well as looking forward to what will matter to us five, ten, and twenty years down the road.  Neither one of us want to completely give up "Southern Scratch" but neither one of us want to sacrifice a healthy and peaceful home or marriage for the business as it is.

So for now, we are going to go back to what started all of this in the first place-a chance to spend time together on Saturday mornings over good food and good coffee with people we love.  We are going to continue to set up a couple times a month at the Washington Farmer's Market with a small selection of goodies like fresh out of the oven cinnamon rolls, Sea Salt Double Chocolate Chip Cookies and Buona Caffe Artisan Roasted Coffee.  Unfortunately we are going to have to give up taking individual orders, catering, and the Locally Grown markets for now.  (Even though I LOVE my Athens & Augusta customers-you all will have to come visit us in Washington now!)

The time that I have that used to be tied up filling baking and cooking orders each day can be spent making sure I'm getting healthy meals on our own table and maybe even blogging more about how to do that in a seasonal, delicious, balanced way.  Reid even told me recently he wants me to start spending time doing something a little each day that I love, not just be working/baking/taking care of baby girl all the time. (Oh, how I love this man!).  

Although I'm obviously a little sad about giving up a part of the little business we've built together, we are so much at peace with this decision and excited about what it is making way for.  I am so incredibly thankful to all of the customers we've had and all the things we have gotten to experience together because of what we've done so far in our little business.  We wouldn't give anything for the people we have gotten to meet in all of this and are looking forward to many, many more Saturday mornings at the Washington Farmer's Market sharing a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll.

Thanks y'all and see you on Saturday morning!

Belated Blog Birth Announcement

So it has been a while since the last post...mainly because of this little girl:

Who is now over 5 months old...

So just for the sake of documentation, Josephine Fite Filipiak was born at 4:42 am on Sunday, September 4th, 2011.  7 lbs 14 oz and 20 1/4 inches.   Eventually we'll call her "Josephine" but for now we call her Baby Girl, Beauty Pie or Sugar Diapers.

Reid's Labor of Love

I have tried a bazillion times since yesterday to post a picture of our finally painted nursery...so this is in high hopes that I can post them via the blog at least! 

Below are the semi-before shots.  It's not the complete "before" picture since by this time we had already cleaned it out completely once then filled it back completely with my moving boxes.  This is also past the time I decided to start painting the guest room (notice the half primed walls in some places) then didn't get it finished by the time we had guests actually coming and had to quickly move a bed back in.  Which has since been moved to the kitchen house and was replaced with two twin beds I had.  So when these were taken a couple months ago we had a sewing project going on as well as had the printer set up in there (aka, another temporary office spot) as well as a ton of other stuff that has been moving around since we've been married.

And my favorite part of the pictures is Reid's 30 Alt 6 that is in it's "coyote hunting" strategic position (although he never actually shoots because our dogs get too close but yes the screen is cut away just for this purpose.)  Can you hear Deliverance?

Guest/sewing/coyote hunting/Kat's closet/random stuff room.  Look at that ceiling light too...

A better shot of my priming skills...no wonder Reid didn't want me involved in painting.  The twin beds are covering up the floor where I got paint from lack of any kind of prep work like laying down newspaper, plastic, etc.

So...at first we wanted to completely redo the ceiling by taking down the drop tiles and sheet rocking it.  But then we realized how good our hallway looked with the drop ceiling caulked, leveled and painted.  Plus the main thing that made the ceiling look so bad was the huge panel light that was a little too reminiscent of the grocery store.  After a couple trips to Lowe's we decided to change the ceiling lights and paint the existing ceiling.  Then the next step was getting everything prepped to paint (which Reid insists is one of the most important steps...different from my "paint now clean later" philosophy).  Finally the painting began along with wall repairs where the paneling had bowed a little, etc.  Needless to say if I had done this room it would have looked pretty sorry because I would have just painted over everything and called it a "distressed" look.

And of course the first step was clearing EVERYTHING out of the room which has been nicely decorating the dining room for the past 7 weeks.  So you can imagine how amazing it felt to come home to a room that was finally done!  Painted, ceiling, great lighting, etc, etc.  After over a year of trying to make slow but sure progress on the house (while also trying to run a business and work and get settled in the first place) we finally have a room done.  It feels amazing to have a room done.  I think we should host a dinner party in it.

Clearly, Reid removed the firearms from the baby's room.

A mattress for the crib and that's everything right?

I told Reid I am so relieved now-not completely prepared but not completely unprepared for a baby either.  And word on the street is that if for some reason you don't have a car seat (because you are overwhelmed with the 50 zillion kinds that are offered) the hospital will loan you one until you do.  So I feel like if I were to go into labor we would at least have a way for the baby to get safely home and a place to sleep when he or she gets here until my own mother can get here and take control of the "Kathryn doesn't actually know what to do with a baby" situation.  (We are still hoping of course for another ten weeks to go...but that due date seems to be getting closer and closer and closer...)

Best Use of Zucchini Bread Ever!

So I thought I was pretty clever last September when I made Reid a zucchini bread birthday cake lightly frosted with nothing more than whipped butter and a very scant amount of raw sugar.  (Zucchini bread is his favorite but I also made a chocolate cake and pecan pie just to make sure I had all bases covered for our dinner guests...and because it was my first time hosting a birthday dinner for my husband and I felt like I had to have 3 desserts.)  

But today at Athens Locally Grown, Eric showed me a picture that puts anything anyone has ever done with zucchini bread before to shame.  He cut a mini loaf of my zucchini pecan bread he had ordered last week (made with some of Thomas MacFie's organic zucchini) lengthwise and toasted it first to make the base of the "strawberry shortcake."  Then he topped it with locally grown strawberries tossed in a little turbinado sugar; dollop of fresh whipped cream and garnished with lemon zest and mint.

He was kind enough to email me the photo even though he should have known better than to torture a pregnant lady with pictures like these knowing a simple food suggestion can turn into a major craving at any moment.  (Yes, I am calling Lazy Willow Farm first thing in the morning to see if I can haggle any strawberries out of them because I now must, must have this.)

I'm going to go eat my veggies now before I give in and try to talk Reid into taking me to the kitchen where I know I have a loaf left over from baking today and then go covertly pick strawberries in the middle of the night at the LeGette's farm....