As mentioned yesterday, my birthday was quite wonderful. Rob and the kids surprised me with not one, but three presents late in the afternoon. A vacuum, which I know some women would be horrified to receive as a birthday present. But if they had been sweeping the whole house, carpeted rooms included, ever since their son tried to see what would happen if he put a pencil up the hose and broke their old vacuum they'd be singing a different tune. Trust me I wrote the song. The vacuum is wonderful and I vacuumed my bedroom at 9:30 last night just so I could use it. (Side bar...my bed with it's beautiful new covers was made by 6:15am just because it looks so pretty I couldn't wait to do it...I'm such a goof :-)
I am also the happy owner of two baking pans that let you make individual bars or petits fours. Did you know that petit fours is French for 'small ovens'? It was a way for bakers in the 18th century to use leftovers while the expensive coal powered ovens cooled down. Pretty interesting, huh?
Ya know what else is interesting?
Did you know that in colonial America the cast iron pots were so valuable as to be bequeathed in wills? We were also the ones to add legs to the original design to keep the pot out of the fire's coal. And it's the official state cooking pot of Utah. Does Florida even have an official state cooking pot?
Yes, my most wonderful husband blessed me with this gorgeous beauty...
Isn't she pretty? I say she's the slicked up city cousin to my sweet good ol' country cast iron skillet that I got for Christmas. I couldn't wait to use her so after I seasoned her (just the rim because she has an enamel finish on the inside) I made us a delicious pot of white chicken chili for dinner tonight. And I have all the ingredients for a super yummy beef stew for this weekend. I can almost smell it simmering on the stove!
I did tell Rob that now I am feeling a certain amount of pressure (albeit a happy pressure) to actually produce something equal in taste and goodness to the new additions to my kitchen gear. Feel free to share any recipes suitable for cast iron cooking!
I do have one more picture to share with you but it's really at odds with the homey loveliness of this post. However, it is a glimpse into my warm and wonderful abode and my precious family. Remember the whole whoopie cushion thing from Christmas? We've literally had to put the thing away, out of Sam's reach because he is so amused by it. To the point that you want to smack him on the head amused by it. To the point that he will suddenly burst into laughter because he is imaging a whoopi cushion incident. (For the record, Rob has assured me that the fascination with bodily functions as a source of humor is quite normal and, well, male. It must be true because the use of a whoopi cushion can be traced all the way back to circa 222 AD by a Roman emperor. Go figure.)
We're all pretty good about playing along when Samuel deems it our turn for the prank. Tonight, he was after Sarah. She gave him the reaction he was hoping for.
He is so funny!
The whoopi cushion not so much :-)