06 October 2012
Genius Parenting Tip # 367
So, when your kids are little (or big), they fight. They also share. We split a lot of things around here. One graham cracker left? Split it. A bowl full of popcorn? Divide it among you. One third of mom's lukewarm coke remains? Sure - everyone take one sip, and make sure Collins gets some!
Well, at lunch today, I was reminded of a genius parenting tip that someone, somewhere passed down to me.
I don't know who. It may have been my Mama. It may have been a dear friend who may see this and rightfully demand credit. It may have been a random woman in the grocery store.
I honestly cannot remember. All I remember is being dumbstruck at the simple brilliance. Why didn't I think of that? Who knows.
Regardless, here we go.
We all had leftover poached pears with our lunch.
Collins didn't like his. His brother and sister were both coveting it.
So, how to split fairly?
Someone will get a bigger piece. Unless you get a ruler, bigger pieces just happen. And one response to their complaining about being slighted is to say, "Get a life." And we do a lot of that. But why make the kid feel like his life has been less than fair today if it's easily and joyfully avoided? Right. No reason.
We have plenty of life isn't fair moments. We don't need to add poached pears to the pile.
So, brilliance cometh like manna in the wilderness.
One child breaks it in half.....
and the other picks which half he wants.
Isn't that brilliant? Simple and brilliant.
It entirely eliminates the "I want the bigger piece" obnoxiousness.
The person breaking has every incentive to actually break it as close to half as possible - because he knows, in all likelihood, he'll be on the receiving end of the less desirable half.
If he does a bad job, he's only done himself a bad turn.
It's pretty great. Pretty great, I tell you.
If you're not eating soup, well....
If you're not eating soup these days, we may have to reevaluate our friendship.
I'm struggling to keep us to two soup meals every ten days. That's right - my average is above one soup meal a week. I love the stuff all year round, but well, have you been outside this week? And this morning, it's down right chilly.
So, this week, I pulled out an old soup recipe that is inexpensive, quick, and filling. For what more could one ask in October?
I was going to email to a friend, but thought I'd just as well type it here first.
I think this is some form of minestrone. I have it scrawled in my cookbook as "quick soup" - such imagery!
I just looked up minestrone. Fascinating etymology. It currently literally translates 'Big Soup' in Italian. However, it comes from the same Latin word that minister comes from - Minestrone - that which is served; Minister - he who serves.
So, to the recipe.
Read all of it as optional/guidelines. I toss in and don't measure a thing. But, we all know I'm a weirdo.
Quick Soup
1 lb ground beef or venison or some such (mas o menos, as you see fit)
1 yellow onion, chopped - size based on your onion love. We all know how big o' one I used.
1 clove garlic, minced (Or 1 tsp dried)
2 cups coarsely chopped cabbage
1 can mixed veggies
1 28 oz can tomatoes
1 8 oz can tomato sauce
2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper
2 cups water
1 cup macaroni (shells or elbows)
Freshly grated parmesan
Brown the meat and the onion together. Get pretty lean meat and you don't ever have to drain it, so you can brown veggies in it, making a superior falvor and less time.
Add garlic and cabbage and stir for one minute.
Dump in the cans - undrained - seasonings, and water.
Bring to a rolling boil. (look at the water - does it need more?)
Add macaroni.
Simmer 15 minutes.
Serve, sprinkling each serving with cheese.
It's a weird mix of hearty and light - hearty because of the meat and noodles, but lighter because of the brothiness. Brothiness is now a word.
All my kids ate it happily two nights in a row - and so did some extra kids who were over, so that means that it's not just my weirdos. And Paul and I were happy with it.
I really think you could do whatever you want to change it up - remove the meat, add cannelinis or garbanzos, add carrots or celery or bell peppers, remove the can of mixed veg and actually chop veggies (it's such a small amount and adds time to prep work, so I haven't done that yet.)
Embrace the Soup.
"Soup for you!"
04 October 2012
Menu 10/4 - 10/10
In fun news, this gourd is currently on my dining table:
It's fall time, and I'm trying to live and cook and eat that way. Good, wholesome, filling, warm, real food. We don't aim for perfection, but we're a trying!
Thursday
Lunch: Fridge Clean Out
Supper: Quick Beef & Vegetable Soup - I don't know where this recipe originated. I went through my Mamas recipes when I was in college sometime. I copied down everything I loved and everything that sounded good. I had a vague memory of having this, and so I copied it down. It has been very successful.
I have a better, and more authentic, beef and vegetable stew recipe. But this one is cheap and seriously - not in that fake liar way - seriously takes from the onion being removed from pantry to first bite in mouth about 42 minutes. And not all active. Twelve minutes of active time. Maybe one day I'll put the recipe up here.
Friday
Lunch: Pic - A - Nic - I have this problem: I love picnics. I do not love cold food. What I really want for a picnic is Beagle Bagel chicken salad and wheat thins. But, at like 10 bucks a pint, or more, it's not often viable. So, I'll figure something out. But, we're going to the park around the corner, eating our picanic and then heading to the Fire Museum on a School Field Trip.
Supper: Chicken in Puff Pastry - This stuff is bad news. And the best news. I'm not venturing into making my own puff pastry, no matter what Robert Capon says, so I'll have to buy that jazz. Other than that, (which is a calorie dense caveat) it's mostly whole foods.
Saturday
Lunch: Leftovers
Supper: Heading to a friend's. My job is a Walker's House Salad. Which I am glad to do. In a heartbeat.
Mixed Baby Greens - Colored Peppers - Blue Cheese - Creamy Peppercorn Dressing - Red Onion
Sunday
Lunch: Noodles. Parmesan & Butter. It's good. And for it we should be thankful.
Supper: Cheesecake, Rosemary Mustard Pork Shoulder w/ Egg Noodles, Veggies - I want radishes and sweet potatoes - probably separately. We shall see.
Monday
Lunch: Spelt Bread, Pieces of Cheese, Apples, and Love
Supper: A dear friend is bringing supper. I hear we're getting Beef Stroganoff. And Peanut Butter Pie just for Eason.
Tuesday
Lunch: Cheese Toast, Trimmings
Supper: Frankly, I haven't gotten that far. We might go to the fair. We might pull something out of the freezer. We might do fridge clean out. Depends on our plans and current state of events. I will not have to go to the store, though - Will not.
It's fall time, and I'm trying to live and cook and eat that way. Good, wholesome, filling, warm, real food. We don't aim for perfection, but we're a trying!
Thursday
Lunch: Fridge Clean Out
Supper: Quick Beef & Vegetable Soup - I don't know where this recipe originated. I went through my Mamas recipes when I was in college sometime. I copied down everything I loved and everything that sounded good. I had a vague memory of having this, and so I copied it down. It has been very successful.
I have a better, and more authentic, beef and vegetable stew recipe. But this one is cheap and seriously - not in that fake liar way - seriously takes from the onion being removed from pantry to first bite in mouth about 42 minutes. And not all active. Twelve minutes of active time. Maybe one day I'll put the recipe up here.
Friday
Lunch: Pic - A - Nic - I have this problem: I love picnics. I do not love cold food. What I really want for a picnic is Beagle Bagel chicken salad and wheat thins. But, at like 10 bucks a pint, or more, it's not often viable. So, I'll figure something out. But, we're going to the park around the corner, eating our picanic and then heading to the Fire Museum on a School Field Trip.
Supper: Chicken in Puff Pastry - This stuff is bad news. And the best news. I'm not venturing into making my own puff pastry, no matter what Robert Capon says, so I'll have to buy that jazz. Other than that, (which is a calorie dense caveat) it's mostly whole foods.
Saturday
Lunch: Leftovers
Supper: Heading to a friend's. My job is a Walker's House Salad. Which I am glad to do. In a heartbeat.
Mixed Baby Greens - Colored Peppers - Blue Cheese - Creamy Peppercorn Dressing - Red Onion
Sunday
Lunch: Noodles. Parmesan & Butter. It's good. And for it we should be thankful.
Supper: Cheesecake, Rosemary Mustard Pork Shoulder w/ Egg Noodles, Veggies - I want radishes and sweet potatoes - probably separately. We shall see.
Monday
Lunch: Spelt Bread, Pieces of Cheese, Apples, and Love
Supper: A dear friend is bringing supper. I hear we're getting Beef Stroganoff. And Peanut Butter Pie just for Eason.
Tuesday
Lunch: Cheese Toast, Trimmings
Supper: Frankly, I haven't gotten that far. We might go to the fair. We might pull something out of the freezer. We might do fridge clean out. Depends on our plans and current state of events. I will not have to go to the store, though - Will not.
24 September 2012
Menu 9 / 20 / 2012
In an effort to return to normalcy, I'm actually making menus and lists, executing shopping trips, and then chopping onions to my heart's content.
We all have those things that make us feel settled, contented, at peace. Being climbed upon by children, special passages of comforting books, pitifully picking out melodies on the piano, really good or fairly bad television, paul forster kisses, friends around the dinner table, passages from the BCP are all on my list. However, one moment, beyond others, convinces me I'm engaged in the rich goodness of day to day duty: Yellow onions, a Henkel knife, and the deliberate up and down into perfect dice.
18 September 2012
the justice of beautiful conversations
| Katrina |
This morning, Ada Brooks had a hard time with her Latin translations. They were just a bit harder than they have been, and there were more of them than there have been, and I was out of town last Thursday-Sunday, etc.
So, by the time she got to this sentence, she wasn't feeling chipper, but, rather, in the Forster Family vernacular, she was done.
Natura pulchra est, non iuesta.
Nature is beautiful, not just.
She marched into where I was headquartered, helping Eason with his handwriting.
"I don't think I've translated this correctly. I'm having trouble with all of them, Mama. They are just especially hard today. Ugggghhhhh." (Foot stomp action as well).
"Okay - dahlin - let me take a look."
I looked, and discovered that while she has not mastered the turning of halting first-try translations into flowing prose, she had not, in fact, made many mistakes.
"No, sweetheart - you got that one right - Nature is beautiful, not just."
AB: "Well, that's not true. How is nature unjust? How can nature even be just or unjust? And even if it can be, it seems pretty just to me."
26 July 2012
Creativity. Within the Box.
One of my colleagues at Jackson Classical sent me this video earlier today.
You should watch it.
However:
The conclusion from this should not be to fore go great (classical) educations, but, rather, to, along the way, allow for and encourage ways of learning that are not traditional. Classical and traditional, after all, are two different words that would benefit from non-conflation.
I found myself this past school year calling out spelling words to a certain little boy while he sat in a tree in the front yard. I cringed the whole time. I hate it.
I'm the academic, disembodied type of whom he speaks. I'm so disembodied a lot of the time that I literally do not notice my body. I break things, run into things, burn myself, and all manner of other physical ridiculousness.
But, to be great educators, we must educate the children God creates, not the ones we project on to them. So, I cannot project onto my children my make up.
It seems to me, though, that we must also fight the two ditches here. One of my favorite pastors talks often of the two ditches of things. He's usually talking theology, but it applies, oh, everywhere. Culinarily, relationally, and most definitely educationally. [Can we tell what I do all day? Cook, relate and educate...]
The first ditch, when reexamining the concepts of traditional learning and creativity, is to do this atrocious, Montessori on meth all the way to college, "Let the children express themselves" bull butter. In the fight to get outside the box, educators and parents burn the box.
Steiner/Waldorf and Montessori methods of education have been hijacked and turned into hippie free-for-alls that let the children direct education to their own detriment. Arts are emphasized, yes, and then no one learns to read books. Or sit still. Or do things that people, who interact in a civilized society, should learn to do.
Gillian Lynne, of whom Sir Robinson speaks in the video, though she's a dancer, has to sit still all the time. If no where else, worship requires some attention. So, the idea, that because he's a dancer or a different thinker or a fidgeter, or what have you, little Johnny shouldn't have to sit still, or, worse, cannot be expected to be able to sit still, is tragic. Get a life, shave your legs, wear a bra and behave, people.
Right?
Yes, right.
But....
The other ditch....
Into which we disembodied academics who (rightly) react to that ditch so readily fall.
That's what ditches are. Reactions. See, the hippie Montessory Steiner gone wrong folks are all just reacting to the 19th century Victorian educational traditionalists who said if you cannot sit still and do your times tables then poo poo on you. And...then.... we react right back!
We say, "Well, that's bollucks. Of course you must learn your times tables." And you must. And we say, "Everyone should read the classics, see." And they should. And we say, "Really, you must learn to sit still, Eason." And he should.
However, we fall into this ditch of thinking that times tables coming easily makes you a better person than dancing coming easily. And, if through God's grace, we make ourselves stop short of "better person" we cannot help but say "better student".
This past year, at school, I had the privilege of teaching a slew of children. In the spring, they all took standardized tests. I had thoughts about different abilities, in different areas, of different children prior to the tests. These thoughts, after examining the test results, were in some ways confirmed and in many ways challenged. I know some of these children to be quite bright. But in the ways that we traditionally measure "brightness" (whatever that ineffable quality is), they don't always appear that way on paper.
College Professor type learners - general academicians - are awesome.
But, there are many other kinds and expressions of brilliance.
We must avoid the ditches: Require conformity to some level of "Everyone needs to learn x and behave in this realm of normalcy" while at the same time allowing for learning modes and styles that acknowledge the diversity of intelligence.
You must learn to spell. But if you can do it in a tree (and that doesn't disrupt our other parts of life/learning- an important! caveat!), then, by all means, climb, child, climb. And, if you want to dance while you recite Latin words, do so.
Creativity can be achieved - within some sort of box. We don't have to sacrifice excellence to allow for growth. In fact, we cannot.
It will be an interesting experiment - one we're engaged in fully at Jackson Classical - to see if we can strike the balance. Dance our way through the Western Cannon. We cannot do it because dancing is sweet, or because we're scared of failing at the excellent stuff.
But we can and should do it because all the research (and results) of intelligence are telling us that out-of-the box thinkers, who can learn to function in the box, are the makers of the future.
[This has exhausted my educational philosophy mental resources for the summer quarter of 2012. Off to the swimming pool.]
You should watch it.
However:
The conclusion from this should not be to fore go great (classical) educations, but, rather, to, along the way, allow for and encourage ways of learning that are not traditional. Classical and traditional, after all, are two different words that would benefit from non-conflation.
I found myself this past school year calling out spelling words to a certain little boy while he sat in a tree in the front yard. I cringed the whole time. I hate it.
I'm the academic, disembodied type of whom he speaks. I'm so disembodied a lot of the time that I literally do not notice my body. I break things, run into things, burn myself, and all manner of other physical ridiculousness.
But, to be great educators, we must educate the children God creates, not the ones we project on to them. So, I cannot project onto my children my make up.
It seems to me, though, that we must also fight the two ditches here. One of my favorite pastors talks often of the two ditches of things. He's usually talking theology, but it applies, oh, everywhere. Culinarily, relationally, and most definitely educationally. [Can we tell what I do all day? Cook, relate and educate...]
The first ditch, when reexamining the concepts of traditional learning and creativity, is to do this atrocious, Montessori on meth all the way to college, "Let the children express themselves" bull butter. In the fight to get outside the box, educators and parents burn the box.
Steiner/Waldorf and Montessori methods of education have been hijacked and turned into hippie free-for-alls that let the children direct education to their own detriment. Arts are emphasized, yes, and then no one learns to read books. Or sit still. Or do things that people, who interact in a civilized society, should learn to do.
Gillian Lynne, of whom Sir Robinson speaks in the video, though she's a dancer, has to sit still all the time. If no where else, worship requires some attention. So, the idea, that because he's a dancer or a different thinker or a fidgeter, or what have you, little Johnny shouldn't have to sit still, or, worse, cannot be expected to be able to sit still, is tragic. Get a life, shave your legs, wear a bra and behave, people.
Right?
Yes, right.
But....
The other ditch....
Into which we disembodied academics who (rightly) react to that ditch so readily fall.
That's what ditches are. Reactions. See, the hippie Montessory Steiner gone wrong folks are all just reacting to the 19th century Victorian educational traditionalists who said if you cannot sit still and do your times tables then poo poo on you. And...then.... we react right back!
We say, "Well, that's bollucks. Of course you must learn your times tables." And you must. And we say, "Everyone should read the classics, see." And they should. And we say, "Really, you must learn to sit still, Eason." And he should.
However, we fall into this ditch of thinking that times tables coming easily makes you a better person than dancing coming easily. And, if through God's grace, we make ourselves stop short of "better person" we cannot help but say "better student".
This past year, at school, I had the privilege of teaching a slew of children. In the spring, they all took standardized tests. I had thoughts about different abilities, in different areas, of different children prior to the tests. These thoughts, after examining the test results, were in some ways confirmed and in many ways challenged. I know some of these children to be quite bright. But in the ways that we traditionally measure "brightness" (whatever that ineffable quality is), they don't always appear that way on paper.
College Professor type learners - general academicians - are awesome.
But, there are many other kinds and expressions of brilliance.
We must avoid the ditches: Require conformity to some level of "Everyone needs to learn x and behave in this realm of normalcy" while at the same time allowing for learning modes and styles that acknowledge the diversity of intelligence.
You must learn to spell. But if you can do it in a tree (and that doesn't disrupt our other parts of life/learning- an important! caveat!), then, by all means, climb, child, climb. And, if you want to dance while you recite Latin words, do so.
Creativity can be achieved - within some sort of box. We don't have to sacrifice excellence to allow for growth. In fact, we cannot.
It will be an interesting experiment - one we're engaged in fully at Jackson Classical - to see if we can strike the balance. Dance our way through the Western Cannon. We cannot do it because dancing is sweet, or because we're scared of failing at the excellent stuff.
But we can and should do it because all the research (and results) of intelligence are telling us that out-of-the box thinkers, who can learn to function in the box, are the makers of the future.
[This has exhausted my educational philosophy mental resources for the summer quarter of 2012. Off to the swimming pool.]
Share my watermelon?
I haven't written in a long time. Honestly, because I haven't had time when my children are working and I'm sitting at the computer. We've been at the pool, at the park, and at school working to be ready for fall time.
During the school year, I often have twenty minutes, because it takes twenty minutes for Ada Bee to finish a chapter/a worksheet/etc. Well, in the summer, we're all running/lazing about/playing together.
Well, not today.
There is an elaborate tent fort in the hallway and I'm pretending not to be a mother to any of them.
Except when they come ask for various accoutrements to make the tent fort even better. Then I get to pick one of the roles - of either being super fun and offering to accommodate or of being super unfun and refusing to participate and really, when it comes down to it, banning their participation.
During the school year, I often have twenty minutes, because it takes twenty minutes for Ada Bee to finish a chapter/a worksheet/etc. Well, in the summer, we're all running/lazing about/playing together.
Well, not today.
There is an elaborate tent fort in the hallway and I'm pretending not to be a mother to any of them.
Except when they come ask for various accoutrements to make the tent fort even better. Then I get to pick one of the roles - of either being super fun and offering to accommodate or of being super unfun and refusing to participate and really, when it comes down to it, banning their participation.
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