Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Friday, October 2, 2015

The NEW Family Vacation

Every year, Mr. KK and I plan a family vacation that includes not only the two of us, but also both sets of our parents and – on the years our vacation does not include an airplane – our dog Vito and my inlaws' dog Dino. (Is this starting to sound like a scene out of The Godfather?)




I'm a planner by nature, so I LOVE putting together our itinerary, which usually revolves around food. I create a detailed agenda for each day, from the activities we'll be doing to what time lunch is. It's Type A in a good way.

This year, however, was our first family vacation with Max Mars. So things were a little bit…different.

our house for the week


(This kid is either going to grow up loving the fact that we all spend so much time together, or he's going to run away at age 11 to get away from us).


the crew

Vacationing with a Baby:

1. This trip will no longer be referred to as "vacation". Other, more acceptable, terminology include: "time away" or "time off from work" and "leaving the house for a week".

2. The number of daily activities on said time away will be cut in half, and be scheduled (as much as possible) around nap times.

Not pictured: Max napping in his stroller.

3. Being the first people to arrive at a restaurant for dinner. Early bird special, anyone?

looks like lunchtime with all that sunshine, 
but no, we're there for dinner

4. Sneaking away to the grocery store is considered 'quality time alone'.

5. Nap time = cocktail time.





6. "Sleeping in" means being able to lie in bed awake until 6:30am before getting up to get Max.

7. Unpacking and repacking the diaper bag a minimum of three times per day. And still forgetting something.

8. Strangers touching my baby. 

9. Using the line: "Can you watch Max while I grab something in my room?", but really meaning: 'Keep an eye on this kid while I pretend to be looking for something in my room but I'm really lying on the bed reading for a half hour.'

10. Countertops filled with bottles, sippy cups and pill boxes.

But we had fun! 10 straight days of Maxwell!













Thursday, November 27, 2014

Day 27: The secret to a successful Thanksgiving.

Super hot gravy.

Oh, and spending it with these turkeys:


Max had a fantastic first Thanksgiving! He got to meet some new family members, he got passed around like a little football and he napped like he ate 5 pounds of turkey.

A snapshot of our day:

MENU:

Baked brie with cranberry chutney
Roasted figs stuffed with blue cheese and wrapped with prosciutto
White bean and bacon soup
Turkey
Dressing
Sausage, fennel, apricot and cranberry stuffing
Bacon brussels sprouts
Mashed potatoes
Sweet potatoes
Cranberry sauce

And lots and lots of cocktails and wine, of course.

Max was knocked out from just getting dressed!

thirsty just looking at it

figs have got to be the most beautiful fruit

stuffed with blue cheese, wrapped in prosciutto, baked and then drizzled with honey


 Mommy and Max's rainy day craft project



there's nothing like a soup with BACON as one of the two main ingredients


four two gorgeous birds

 stealing a little Max time


Max and his great grandfather…they are 94 years apart in age!


I'm not sure which of these two grandparents want to get their hands on Max more.

being entertained by Grammy El

there's nothing like a little nap after a long day

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

I am so very grateful for my wonderful family, and that Max is surrounded by so much love.




Sunday, November 23, 2014

Day 23: Remembering Rita

Today my Grandmother would have been 91 years young.

She passed away last year, just a few days after her 90th birthday, and only a few days before Thanksgiving.

Rita was one of a kind. Everyone loved Rita.

She and I had a special relationship, especially as I got older. But it's those memories I have of visiting and staying with her when I was young that stick out in my head. 

She would take me shopping and buy me a toy…every single time she babysat for me. Rita would tell me I was "full of soup" when I would say things that probably weren't true. She would make pancakes on Sunday mornings and feed anyone who dropped by for a visit. She would sneak a $5 bill into my palm and whisper in my ear, "Don't tell your grandfather!" and then shoo me away. Little did she know ten minutes later my grandfather would stuff a $10 bill into my small hand and warn me with a wagging finger, "Now don't go telling your grandmother!"

She and my grandfather were married for 70 years (!). My grandfather would often say, "Rita can't cook, but she can make one hell of a sandwich." She would call my grandfather a "pain in the arse"…and that was often! 

One thing I wish – in those last days when Rita was still listening and chatting – was that we told her that we were trying to start a family. We had met our surrogate just days before she went into hospice. But at that point, it was too late. She would have been over the moon to know that we were having a baby. I'm sad that Max will never meet her. I know she'd spoil him to pieces. 

Happy Birthday, Rita. We're thinking about you today.

We can't wait to tell Baby Max how special his Great Grandma Rita was.

Wedding day, 2005

My parents' 40th anniversary party, 2010

New Year's Day, 2011 (with my other Grandmother Rose who will be 94 in February)


Thanksgiving 2012

Holidays 2012

Mother's Day 2013

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Day 13: Thanksgiving countdown; and a whole lot to be thankful for this year.


Thanksgiving is OUR holiday to host.

It's the one holiday that we have bi-coastal representation, with both Rob's uncle's family and my uncle from California at the table.

Thanksgiving last year was a little bittersweet. We had just lost my Grandmother Rita a few days before the holiday. 

Also, a few weeks earlier – unbeknownst to everyone at the table – Rob and I had just met our surrogate for the first time and were moving forward with medications and all that good stuff. I remember us hoping that maybe there would be one more, very small, special guest at our Thanksgiving table the following year.

For me, Thanksgiving prep started today. I've been gathering recipes over the last few weeks, but today I made my official grocery list with specific items for the recipes I'm going to "try out" next week before preparing them for Thanksgiving. The test run allows me to adjust ingredients and measurements, and to see if the recipes measure up to last year's.

A tradition we started for Thanksgiving was starting the meal off with a bowl of soup. Last year's soup was SO DELICIOUS (recipe below), I'm hard pressed to find another recipe that can top it.

I make a vegetable and stuffing. But the big finale is my famous pumpkin cheesecake.

There are about 3 things in the world that I bake well: Ina's blondie bars, our holiday cookies, and this cheesecake.

Last year's cheesecake…no cracks!

#tbt snapshot of Thanksgiving 2013:

The Sunday before Thanksgiving, I went to turn our oven on and it wouldn't ignite. 
I came home that afternoon to THIS. We were only hosting 15 people in 4 days…no biggie.

Thanksgiving morning, in the throes of cooking.




My two favorite things: Mr. KK and a cocktail.


Thankfully we fixed the oven, or we couldn't cook up these two gorgeous birds!

Another tradition we started is taking a family photo each Thanksgiving.
Looking forward to our first holiday photo with Mr. Max.

This year, we have so much for which to be thankful: our families gathered together, and – of course – the addition of Max to our family. 

Let the Thanksgiving prep begin!


Sausage and Lentil Soup Recipe

If there is any recipe you make from this blog, it should be this one. This soup is perfect on a cold night with a glass of red wine and hunk of crusty bread. Adapted from Rachael Ray's recipe.


Ingredients for the lentils:

1 cup dried lentils
2 bay leaves
1 small onion, halved
1/2 teaspoon salt

Ingredients for the soup base:

3 Tbsp. olive oil
1 potato, peeled (NOTE: I use a sweet potato)
2 carrots, peeled
1 onion
2-3 cloves of garlic
2 ribs celery
1 bunch flat leaf parsley, stems and leaves separated; leaves finely chopped and reserved for garnish
2-3 sprigs fresh rosemary leaves
salt and pepper
4 cups beef or chicken stock
1 pound sweet sausage (casings removed)

Garnish:

Grated pecorino romano or parmesan cheese

Directions:

In a medium size saucepan, place the lentils with the bay leaves, onion and salt. Cover with 2 inches of water; bring to a boil and cook until tender but with some bite, 20-22 minutes. Drain and discard the bay leaves and onion.
Meanwhile, in a medium size soup pot, heat 3 tablespoons of the EVOO, a few turns of the pan, over medium heat. Using a food processor, pulse the vegetables, parsley stems and rosemary leaves until chopped (NOTE: be careful not to puree them! keep them about 1/4 big); transfer to a pot. Season, cover and let ingredients sweat in the EVOO, 6-8 minutes. Add the stock and 2 cups water. Bring to a boil, then reduce the heat and simmer until the potatoes are tender, about 12 minutes (NOTE: because I use sweet potatoes instead of white potatoes, it may take longer for them to be tender).
While the potatoes are cooking, heat a little EVOO in a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Cook the sausage until brown and crumbly, about 5-7 minutes. Drain the fat, then stir the sausage into the soup along with the cooked lentils.

Serve the soup in shallow bowls and top with the reserved parsley leaves and the Pecorino Romano cheese.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

The Sunday Dinner Tradition

If you're Italian, you probably grew up going to "Sunday dinner" with your family. 

There was macaroni, wine poured into juice glasses, crusty bread for mopping up sauce. You'd eat a big meal early in the afternoon and then, there was probably napping of some sort.

For me, Sunday dinners were spent at my grandparents' house. I would run up the stairs and burst into my grandmother's kitchen, shoes scraping on her linoleum floor. The entire house smelled amazing, a mixture of garlic and tomatoes. She'd be at the stove, wooden spoon in hand, wearing her apron. I'd rush to her, throwing my arms around her legs and just breathe everything in. And when no one was looking, she'd sneak me a fried meatball and send me on my way to play.

Sundays meant time with family.

They still do, but it's so hard to find the time to dedicate an afternoon to cooking and relaxing, and just enjoying each other's company. 

There's always an errand to run, a load of laundry to be done or a chore to be finished.

But I want Baby M to grow up surrounded by family and traditions. I don't want him to ever feel we're too busy to do something, or that weekends – the time we'll really get to spend with him – is for rushing around and mindless tasks. I want him to feel like that time is all about him. Spending time with his family. I want him to know family traditions, so we have to start now.

This past Sunday, I hosted a Sunday dinner. 

I was up early at the grocery store, buying the cans of crushed tomatoes and the meat for the sauce.

My father-in-law made two big batches of homemade pasta.


I fried 50 meatballs and made the most delicious meat sauce with pork, sausage and braciola.








We had two servings each and bottomless red wine.



We played bocce.



And it was a perfect afternoon to bring back tradition.