Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Annual Christmas Cookies

For quite some time now my family has always made Christmas sugar cookies, and this year was no exception.  The only difference is my mom and I had 6 extra hands.  Little hands.  Not so much helping hands, but little hands.  Little Man, Little Miss, and Chunky Monkey all pitched in to make the cookies.  They were so adorable.  A complete mess, but adorable.  I very well may be sweeping up little teeny tiny sprinkles off the floor for as long as I live, but it is completely worth it.  I hope to do this with the kids every year.  Including Chunky Monkey.  He just adds that special touch.  You'll get to see that special touch a little later.  You'll love it!

The dough is rolled and the kids are ready!

Little Miss is visualizing the perfect Christmas cookie. 
This is serious business people.

Her first attempt with Grammy's help.  A success. 
All that visualization paid off.


Little Man's turn.  Another success.  He didn't visualize.  He's just that good.


Chunky Monkey watching his cookie go to the cookie sheet.  He wanted to eat it.  Explaining a baking process to a 2 year old is difficult.  Very difficult.

Here's that special touch I was talking about.  Chunky Monkey really wanted to make sure he left a little part of him with each cookie he made.  So sweet. 


Time for decorating!!!  Notice Little Miss is not in the picture.  She tired out.  Too much visualization of the perfect cookie.  It just seemed unattainable to her. I understand Little Miss.  I understand.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Menu Monday

I'm pretty sure I'm the only insane one who is cooking the week of Christmas.  The fast food lanes allure me, but my stomach cannot handle it.  Therefore, I'll be cooking.  Don't let me fool you.  I enjoy it.  So without further ado, here is the menu before Christmas.

Monday-Ginger's Stuffed Burritos (I made a double batch last time so this is a freezer meal), Chips and Dip
Tuesday-Mini Meatloaf, Mashed Potatoes, Corn
Wednesday-Taco Soup and Cornbread
Thursday-Chicken and Dumplings
Friday-Leftovers from the Week
Saturday-Christmas Dinner
Sunday-Christmas Dinner Leftovers

Happy Cooking!

Friday, December 17, 2010

A Beautiful True Story of Giving

During the holiday season it's all too easy to get tunnel vision.  Tunnel vision on the Christmas lists.  Tunnel vision on decorating. Tunnel vision hosting the perfect party.  Tunnel vision on ourselves and are own family.  However, my own tunnel vision was halted a couple of days ago when I heard this story from a very close friend of mine.

Two days ago, my friend was pulling up to a job site and noticed a little girl about 2 years old walking around in a nightgown at an apartment complex.  It was about 10:00am and it was cold.  My friend is a father himself, so he walked right over to the little girl and bent down to talk with her.  He asked over and over, "Where is your Mommy?"  He was just hoping that she would point to the direction of her apartment.  He had no such luck.  As he bent over to pick her up, he immediately noticed her cold skin and soiled diaper. Wrapping her in his coat, he yelled out "Does anyone know this child?" 

Suddenly a little boy about 4 years old, completely naked on a tricycle pedals around the corner and says, "Dat's my sister."  Completely concerned he calls out to the workers he was checking on and they come over to help keep the kids warm and locate the parents.  With no such luck the police were called.  The arriving officer immediately knew where the kids lived.  He had been there on a domestic call the previous week. 

The officer knocked on the door.  With no answer, he forces the door open to find the mother asleep on the bed.  My friend and the other men who had offered to help warm the children were called into the apartment.  As he walked in, he saw Corn Flakes crushed into the carpet.  A Spaghetti-O's can opened and soiled into the carpet as well.  It was a complete mess.  The mother stumbled out from her bedroom and thanked the men.  She didn't notice her kids had escaped.  Since the mother was physically present, and there was food in the house, the kids were left with their mother.  The officer said there was nothing more he could do.

When I first heard this story I was completely disgusted with the mother.  How in the world could you just neglect your children like that?  To be so completely unaware of what's going on? To let your kids fend for themselves at such a young age?  Horrendous. 

Here's where the great part of the story comes in.  My friend was appalled too, but his family decided to be proactive about it.  Obviously this mother needed some guidance.  His wife went to the grocery store and purchased food for the monther and her children.  She purchased items that the kids would be able to serve themselves, and items for the mother to cook.  Judging by her husband's description she also purchased clothes for the children. 

As a family, they plan on delivering the items tonight, and inviting the family to their local church function.  Who knows, maybe she'll attend and maybe she won't.  Maybe she won't even accept the gifts.  But, I know one thing.  She can't deny that this family has a love for her, and desires a better life for her children. 

I tell you this story, because it was an eye opener to Steven and me.  Sometimes, we fail to look at all people as God's creation.  God loves that woman no less than he loves you or me.  I can assure you the choices she currently makes will bring her pain, but this couple has shown her how God loves.  They are giving mercy and grace in hopes of changing her life.  During this holiday season, I hope we all can be given an opportunity to make a difference, and see the needs of people.

Update:  The police officer did file a report with DHS regarding the children.

English Toffee

Is it even Christmas without toffee?  Nope.  Santa's not gonna stop by your house if English Toffee is not on a Christmas plate with a small 8 oz glass of milk and a chaser of egg nog.  I know he's picky, but you gotta do what the Big Man asks.  So I'll help you out a little.  I'll give you my recipe for English Toffee.  You're welcome.  You're very welcome.

*NEWS FLASH*  If you don't have time to stand over the stove for a good 10 minutes, don't even start the toffee.  It takes time, attention, and gusto.  Lots of gusto.

English Toffee
2 sticks of butter
1 1/2 cups sugar
1/4 tsp Cream of Tarter
1/2 bag milk chocolate chips
  • In a non Teflon skillet, melt sugar and butter together.
  • When the mixture starts to bubble, add Cream of Tarter.
  • Stir constantly with a wire wisk on high heat.
  • Mixture will get syrupy and start to smoke (that's a good sign).
  • Keep stirring quickly until mixture starts to scorch to a nice toffee color.
  • Pour onto an ungreased cookie sheet with a lip.
  • Spread the mixture as thin as you can immediately (it sets fast).
  • Sprinkle the half bag of milk chocolate chips on top.  Allow to melt for about 3-5 minutes.
  • Spread melted chocolate over the toffee. 
  • Let cool completely and break apart.
  • Enjoy!

Thursday, December 16, 2010

The Christmas Menu

The first time in Torres Family history, we are spending the entire day of Christmas at home.  Can I get a 'woot, woot'?  Yep, our little family snuggled altogether playing with the new toys and lounging in our pj's.  Oh yeah, and preparing the Christmas Family Feast.  Christmas night we're hosting dinner.  My family and his family laughing, hugging, sipping on egg nog, and singing O' Christmas Tree in completely harmony. Okay, okay.  So maybe not in complete harmony, but we'll all be here.  All of us.  Every cotton pickin' one of us.  Which means I've got a booty load of food to make. 

Here's what's on my Christmas Menu...

Appetizers
Artichoke Spinach Dip
Fruit with McAlister's Style Fruit Dip
Cheese Ball with Crackers

Main Meal
Turkey (using this brine)
Arroz con Gandules (my first attempt at Puerto Rican rice)
Green Bean Casserole
Corn Casserole
Stuffing Balls
Zucchini Corn Saute
Homemade Crescents

Sweet Treats
Cake Balls
English Toffee
Peanut Butter Clusters
Peanut Butter Blossom Cookies
Pecan Pie (Thanks Mom)
Pumpkin Pie (Again...from the Madre)

As you can see we won't be skimping on calories.  So go ahead and practice your poker face.  Cause if you see me in public you might need it.  I plan on blowin' up to at least 200+lbs after consuming all of the food items listed above.  Poker face.  If you don't have one...GET ONE!

I'm super curious to know what you eat for Christmas Dinner?  Do you even have a dinner?  Do you do eat dinner on Christmas Eve?  Do you do eat dinner on a boat?  Do you eat dinner with a goat?  Do you eat dinner here or there?  Do you eat dinner anywhere?  Wait a minute!  I've been reading Green Eggs and Ham WAY too much!  Scratch those last few questions.

Happy Cooking!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

His Comments

I mentioned yesterday that Steven often makes weird comments.  It's true, and today I intend to prove my point.  I'm not sure if these 'Steven-isms' come from years of living in a football dorm or from his secretive twin language.  They are weird nonetheless.  So weird, that I too find myself using them in my daily conversations.  My poor innocent listeners are left confused and mentally noting my lack of coherence. 

So to fill you in, here are the Top 10 Steven-isms...

    {The one and only, Steven Torres}
  1. "Look at those Ricky's."  Translation: That guy is wearing shorts that are too tight.
  2. "You need to boo-boo?"  Translation:  Do you need to poop?
  3. "Those are some duh-dun-da-dunns."  Translation: That man's shorts are too short.
  4. "Quit bull-cornin'."  Translation:  Quit messing around.
  5. "Chili Fritos 3'oclock."  Translation: Chubby kid to the right.
  6. "BUSH!"  Translation: Oh no.
Okay, so there are only six that I can think of off the top of my head.  Probably because his unconventional language has turned into my daily converstations.  I used to be normal.  I promise.  Now if you find yourselves incorporating these phrases into your daily conversations, you should be afraid. Very afraid.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Every Stinkin' Morning

Every morning I'm awakened from my precious beauty sleep by a cry.  A cry of one little girl.  She doesn't wake up happy.  She doesn't wrestle with her blankets and laugh.  She doesn't sing. She doesn't talk.  She cries.  And cries.  And cries until someone gets her.  She's a demanding little fart.

After I pull my sorry booty from my warm bed and stumble down the halls to get her, I always find her hair in this state...

Seriously, what kind of acrobats must one do in order to produce hair such as this?  I'm tempted to install a camera in her room to see what exactly goes on in there.  I'm fully convinced that there is sabotage involved either by her brother or my husband.  I'll catch the culprit.  One of these days, I'll catch 'em.  Catch 'em and them make them brush this out.  It's a job I tell you.  A full time, no benefits, no pay job.

Anyway, that's not the point.  My point today, however ridiculous it may be, is this...

Every morning after I save the little fart from her crib wailing, her father makes comments about her resembling a Monchichi.  A Mon-chee-chi what?  I had no idea what he was talking about.  He makes weird comments all the time and I generally ignore them, but today I googled it.  And this is what I got...

Yep, definitely a Monchichi.  Hello.  My name is Amanda, and I have a Monchichi for a daughter.