Peas, please

We had the seeds in the house and the large pot just sitting there taking up space in the storage closet. So, Terry decided to give it another go, growing peas in Petersburg. Because although the short-growing, cool-ish weather veggie is perfect for this locale, it does not exist locally. These sprouts are only a couple of weeks old, so there is some definite hope. Keep your fingers crossed for us!

119 muffins

More details to follow ...

If I had a garden ...

... days like today would be more common, which is probably not a great thing. Went to the rinok today where one seller had blueberries so I got 1.5 kilos - which became a batch of jam and some in the fruit salad. Also kabachki (the light green zucchini that is shaped like yellow squash) was only 10 rubles/kilo (approx. 20 cents/lb) so I got 3 kilos.

All told, today we brought more than 20 kilos of produce into the house. We didn't touch the potatoes, onions, or carrots. Half the cabbage went into the soup - said soup also included the carrots and onions we already had in the house. I stemmed and washed 2 kilos of grapes, Terry made fruit salad out of nectarine, cherry, pomegranate, apple, grape, blueberry, and a few leftover apricots - super yummy. However, making the salad of course involved washing and peeling and/or chopping all of said fruit.

Friends had told us that raspberries were beginning to show up at the rinok so when I saw none I asked when they would be there. The lady replied "через один час", which I later double checked on Google translate, means in an hour. Because we had the blueberries so we were going to make jam no matter what, we decided Terry would run back during naptime to get the raspberries. He came home with plums and more pomegranate, but there was only one stall selling raspberries and it was expensive. Maybe next week ... or rather the one after that.

With all the extra plums Terry ended up making muffins from a recipe he found online. I won't comment on them other than to say nobody will eat them. With all the kabachki I got, I made zucchini bread muffins - more portable and flexible than making them in breads but more time consuming and more mess. We now wait to see how long it will take us and play groups, guests, etc to go through the 119 muffins that made it to the cooling rack (i.e. I made more but some have been eaten)

Brief interlude

For about 72 hours Alex and I were a team - we left the boyfolk home and went to England to celebrate Langley's 25th anniversary as well as the opening of the Pavilion extension to the restaurant and meet some of the knight finders - see photos on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/pages/Langley-Castle-Hotel/51143011126). We did have a tiny bit of extra time to hit the Roman Army Museum, which managed to captivate my 3 year old for more than an hour so I'd say it was a hit. We also got some quality time with my brother and his younger son, whom Alex idolizes. She was thrilled just to watch him play on his game boy!

Some photos of Alex and the peacocks, and Harrison in his knight outfit, and a few other things from the trip will be up shortly (I hope ... they will be up eventually, at least). The peacock story is too good not to share. So, apparently, some time in the past a peacock showed up and decided he liked it there. But then he got lonely, so they bought 2 more peacocks (one of which was a peahen, actually) to keep him company. Then mating season came, and now we have 6. It's mating season now and they start calling around 4am. I am shocked guests haven't complained. After a few days of feeding them leftover toast the housekeeping staff informed me they like "biscuits" (cookies) best but even with cookies they weren't letting a 3 year old feed them from her hand.

The major downside to the trip was when KLM lost the bag with Alex's car seat in it. Then didn't know when it would be in. Then finally tracked it down after a million phone calls and promised delivery "in the afternoon", although the conversation took place at 5pm so I can't tell when exactly he meant. It was apparently delivered after 11pm but nobody told me when I got to breakfast, so I made 3 more phone calls yelling "where is it" in the morning before I learned it was on site. Of course, by then the only car time left was the drive back to the airport. Grrrrr. KLM has lost our luggage approximately 15-20% of the time we have flown them. Doesn't seem like good stats, and it makes United start looking good again.

Summertime

It's been over 30C most of this week, today it's "cooled off" to 28. Alex and I head to the UK tomorrow, where temps will be around 15C!!! Craziness. I am so glad I looked at the weather report before filling the suitcase with shorts and T-shirts. It will be nice for us to have some "girl time" ... let's hope Zoltan survives 4 days without mommy. Given that he barely survives when I run into the bathroom, I can only imagine what kind of reception will await me at home Friday morning, which will be the first time he sees me unless traffic is ridiculously easy Thursday evening.

One of those days

Woke this morning with a raging headache and to the sound of Zoltan's hysterical scream. Go check it out and in the half light I see something dark in one hand and he's agitated. Yup, massive poopsplosion out the bottom of the jammies and in the crib. More poop all over the changing pad as I tried to get him cleaned up, even got some in the corner of the wooden frame of the changer. Get him and his stuff cleaned up, into the kitchen, turn on the coffeemaker. It appears to stop way before it should have so I check and yep, the filter folded over so there's a stuck mass of coffee grounds and water in the filter area. When trying to clear it out I spill hot coffee water all over my hand.

And it isn't even 7:30am yet!

Strawberries & cream

Sometimes it really is the simplest things. On my way home today I had to get fruit as all we had were 2 pears or so and a handful of cherries (apparently, 5 kilos of cherries in 2 weeks and my family is nearly sated). Among other things, I got strawberries. Either the lady did a switcheroo or they weren't as good as they looked or they just didn't like sitting on the counter for an hour after getting home rather than being put directly in the fridge. In any case, they were weak. So, what to do?

Fresh cream makes almost anything taste better, so after dinner Terry gave me a bye to go to the store and buy heavy whipping cream. We threw the ingredients into the KitchenAid and gave the kids some fruit to tide them over til the cream was ready. Zoltan actually didn't love his (which he ate with cherries as we're still not sure about strawberries) but Alex .... as she licked the cream off the edge of her bowl I was cursing the moving company that never picked up our UAB from PA and thus delayed our UAB arrival home by 2 weeks, thus depriving us tonight of the good camera. I promise, though, it was priceless.

The FSOA (prelude)

The morning I left to take the Foreign Service Oral Exams was well-planned. I needed to leave by 9am to be on the 11:something train, where I'd get out in Baltimore and spend a few hours with a friend before heading the rest of the way to D.C., where I'd check into my hotel early enough to do a dry run to the test site, get a decent dinner, and get to bed on time.

It was HOT. 90's hot. I hadn't brought a drink or snack in the car because it was only 1.5h til the train station. We have EZPass so I breezed through the toll booths. As I pulled into the parking garage at Cira Center, I went to look for my purse to put the ticket in my wallet. And I looked some more for my purse. And under the seat. Then a swore a bunch, and pulled my phone out of my pants pocket (thank you honey for drumming into me to always have my phone on my body!) A quick call back to Terry's mom's house confirmed that yes, my purse was still there.

If Terry hadn't filled the tank the night before I would have been completely breaking down at that point, because there wasn't enough gas for a return trip before the fillup. Back onto the Schuylkill Expressway. Back into traffic so bad the A/C can't keep up because I'm not moving enough. On the phone with my friend explaining why I wasn't going to be able to see her. Talking to myself, reminding myself that the kids were healthy, we weren't in danger of losing our house or Terry's job, the marriage was strong, essentially that this was not a tragedy. AND, that night would be the first night in 4 years I spent away from all 3 members of my immediate family - heaven! The good thing about leaving all day for a 2h train ride is that if things get stalled there's still plenty of time to fulfill the urgent parts of the plan.

By the time I got to the house, I was parched and desperately needed a restroom. And a snack. Back on the road a mere 15 minutes later, I managed to make the 1:something train. Unfortunately we got held up right outside the station but still got to Baltimore by 3:00 and we were able to get ice cream and chat before I caught the D.C. train I had originally planned to take. Hotel, check. Test site reconnaissance and transit time verification, check. Dinner, check. All good.

Begin Home Leave (yes this is out of order)

We left on May 1. As we ran to a cafe for a snack in the morning, we were reminded that it's May Day and there's parades on Nevsky and it will take forever to get to the airport. Luckily our ride came early.

The first leg seemed like it would be a terrifying taste of things to come as Zoltan didn't want to be happy (fair enough, it was time for 2nd nap and he hadn't even had nap #1 yet). Alex was a bit rough too, but not too bad. We didn't have much time in Frankfurt, just enough to get through security, immigration, and on to our gate with maybe 15 minutes to spare. Good thing we went the Snugli route rather than waiting for the stroller planeside!

We were on a 777, so it's a 2-5-2 configuration. Our seats were the bulkhead aisle and window, plus the two seats on the other side of the aisle. It was an empty plane, so the 2 seats next to us were empty. Score! Zoltan was so happy in his own seat he stayed calm and quiet during takeoff - I was surprised the flight crew let him sit alone but wasn't going to disturb the equilibrium.

We discovered that the armrest on the window seat didn't stay up so our plan of Alex sleeping there on the 2 seats was about to go out the window, until I remembered her lacing cards. I tied 2 of the laces together, used them to hold the armrest up and tied it off to the headrest. Photos to follow. The poor thing lay down and tried to sleep but just couldn't do it. Too much light. So I lay 2 blankets across the tops of the seats to create a little cave for her, and she did eventually, finally, go to sleep. We didn't hear from her again until we had to wake her for landing - it's lucky we had a reasonable flight crew because there were a few instances of turbulence and they allowed the slipshod way we draped the seatbelt around her - technically it was fastened around her but really it wasn't going to do much.

Zoltan was, as usual, the challenge. In the end Terry walked and rocked him until he fell asleep, probably a good 40-50 minutes' work. The boys sat down in the aisle seat and every 30 minutes without fail, Z stirred and T had to get up for a stroll around the plane. He did end up getting a good 4h of sleep though, and both Terry and I managed to doze a bit during the lulls. At least, the flight seemed to take less time than we thought, so we think we slept.

And, Alex did the whole thing in panties. Not an accident, even a teeny one.

Two culinary truths

Any restaurant in the USA can make a decent Caesar salad. Any restaurant in Petersburg can make a decent Greek salad. The converse is not true.