Cup o choco

River and Sage ran fevers all day today.  I ran ragged.

Tonight called for self-medicating in the form of chocolate.

While making the Cup o Choco, 
I realized that so much of what I was using, 
I was given by someone.
And not just given, but really thoughtfully given...

Rainbow wisk from Libby.  
I coveted the one in her kitchen just loudly enough that she gave me my very own!

World Market ramekins from Cecilia.
She searched high and low for these gorgeous babes.

The recipe is from Charlene.  
She made it when she served us an amazing brunch at her house last time we were in KC.  I've made it several times since, and its basically fool-proof.

The pan I baked them in was from Pam for Christmas.

My KitchenAid mixer was from Grandma Myrta as a wedding gift.

The flour came from the kind Cargill folks at the museum on Saturday.

The coffee Ryan brewed for me this morning before he left for work.

Heck, even the stove Mom and Dad threw in when we bought the house.

I don't "parent my kids with scripture".  Ever.  
(breathe...step down from the soap box...breathe again...)
But I do often say to them "If we give, we must be generous."  We've talked about how much we're given every single day by God and people and nature and just all of life.  And what a treat it is to give, and to give freely.  So I do remind them often that generosity is a natural overflow of what we're given.  

Stopping and taking stock, though, of how generously I've been treated....its humbling.


Ok, here's the recipe:
(Think brownie batter, only smoother.  Yes...its that yum.)

1 1/4 c. sugar, divided
1/2 c. baking cocoa
2 Tbsp. flour
1/8 tsp. salt
3/4 c. water
heaping 3/4 c. semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 Tbsp. brewed coffee
1 tsp. vanilla
2 eggs
1 egg white

In your KitchenAid, combine the eggs and egg white and let it go to town whisking them together while you do the rest.  

In a saucepan, combine 3/4 c. sugar, cocoa, flour, and salt.  Stir in the water.  Whisk it while bringing it to a boil.  Let it boil, while whisking, for 2 minutes.  Remove from heat and stir in the chocolate chips, coffee, and vanilla.  

Back to the eggs....gradually add the remaining 1/2 c. sugar.  Let it whisk for another 3 minutes or so.  

Fold together the chocolate mixture and the egg mixture.  

Put into 6 ramekins, coated with cooking spray.  Mine are 6 oz.  If yours are 4 oz., you could get 8 or 10 out of it.  Place in a baking pan with a rim.  Add 1 inch of water to the pan.  Bake at 350 degrees for 25-30 minutes, or just until the centers are set.

Speaking of gifts, I guess this is my present to myself for tomorrow morning.  
Oh well, it was worth it.

And this is just for fun.  I have no idea what they're playing....

Tybalt

Every family needs a good, fat cat...







We love you Tybalt.  
Especially that you're declawed, patient, and friends with Sage.

Bah humbug

Happy birthday, Kansas.

There is a parasite of delusion at home in my brain.  It made me think that taking my children to an extremely crowded museum in the middle of naptime would be a good idea.

We went to the Kansas Day activities at Kaufman Museum today.  Its a huge event....lots of volunteers, more things to do than at a carnival, lots of make-and-takes, things to ride, things to learn, people to see, people to see, people to see, people to see, people to see, people to see...

I wasn't in the right frame of mind when we got there because we were getting there later than I wanted to.  That's lame though, and I eventually let it go.  Ryan got to stay home and work outside.  Much much cheaper than therapy.  And our front yard looks nicer now.

Mom and I tackled the museum together.  She was in great spirits and was able to embrace the chaos well.  I, not so much.  It was just so darn crowded.  And windy.  And cold.  And my kids were squealy and demanding.  Well, the two bigs were.  Sage, who was the most tired of all, was strapped to my chest and happy as could be.

Now they're all three in bed, and as I look back on the pictures, I realize it wasn't all as nuts as it felt.  There were some moments of greatness.  And I walked away with 4 pounds of free flour - milled yesterday at Cargill.

Meeting the locals.
the blacksmith
Asleep standing up.  Seriously.




wheat weaving

This sign was in the turn of the century house section.  Caught my eye.  
100 years later....Still true, isn't it?  Hmmm.