this post about insecurity that my friend Debbie linked to on fb recently. The other day I noticed the tag line on Debbie's blog is a quote by Theodore Roosevelt, 'Comparison is the thief of joy.' True dat Teddy.
Living in central London where wealth and poverty sit, often uncomfortably, side by side has repeatedly taught me that comparing my lot to that of others is fruitless. There will always be people with so much more (materially) and many many with so much less. Like, without a home kind of less. Following American Thanksgiving I am continuing to mull over the many status updates and blog posts reflecting on gratitude and the importance of being grateful for what we have from week to week. It's a good and worthy exercise, especially when I start to let myself feel grumpy that our flat is small or my dishes are chipped (it is and they are but that's okay!) I am trying to focus on the big and little (often free!) things that bring me abundant joy every day - smiles from the boys, hot cups of tea, walking in the park, good library books, sleep . . . okay so I know I'm not quite at the heart of the matter on this one but it's a start. Lots more to say and think about here . . .
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Over the Rhine Christmas album (download it for free here - you won't be sorry!), reading The Snow Child (amazing so far) and Christmas shopping (if clicking away online counts.) Oh, and tonight boy one was singing 'Go tell it on the mountain' as learned at nursery school. Love that! Only a little over two weeks until we are Canada bound and the festivities commence in earnest . . . :)
On these dark evenings there are few things better than a lovely bowl of homemade soup with some fresh bread. This morning I made a massive pot of this potato soup (any version of which will forever happily remind me of Pioneer Camp where potato and corn chowder was a lunch mainstay!) And I made this minestrone soup the other night which got the dinner table thumbs up - even boy two, who is a newbie on the eating front, sucked on the pasta and supped the broth! Boy one said, 'Mom, this is so good. Did you see Daddy making homemade soup and think that you could do it too?' Ha! I guess I'm a culinary copycat in his books. The recipe is my take on the version in the Hairy Bikers diet book that I recently got from the library. It makes a big pot with plenty extra for the freezer which is a must in my world. Serve with Stu's fresh crusty bread spread liberally with soft butter.
6 ripe tomatoes
1 tin chopped tomatoes
3 tsp olive oil
2 small onions, chopped
3 garlic cloves
2 celery sticks, chopped
2 carrots, chopped
2 litres stock - chicken or veg, I like Marigold salt free bouillon
200 grams fusilli pasta
1 tbsp tomato puree
200 grams frozen peas
handful of fresh green beans (optional)
1 tsp pesto
salt and pepper
Fry the onion and garlic gently in oil until softened. Add carrot and celery and continue to saute for a few more minutes. Add chopped fresh and tinned tomatoes, pour in stock and bring to a boil. drop in the pasta, add the tomato puree and bring to the boil, then cook for 8 minutes. Add frozen peas and beans and cook for another 5 minutes or until the pasta is just tender. Stir in pesto. Season to taste. Stay warm and wear your slippers.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Winnie the Pooh movie that he got out of the library. (It is actually very sweet - great soundtrack.) I was happy to hear that in his own way he had figured out why we have been saying no to spiderman cartoons despite his undying love for all things superhero. It is my non-expert opinion that *kapow* style fighting on screen makes my already energetic boy unusually aggressive and hard to manage.
Violence. Death. Hurt. Loss. Not really ideal topics for discussion with a three and a half year old. But they do come up. On Friday we went to the Imperial War Museum and tomorrow after church we are going to the National Army Museum for a soft play session - timely visits as tomorrow is Remembrance Sunday.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
The Christmas baubles are up in Covent Garden and last night the lights were lit on Oxford Street! I really love this season in London. The decorations took me by surprise today since Halloween has only just passed, but the weather feels sufficiently chilly and we are happy to be counting down to our trip home to Canada. This pic of boy one looking little next to the very big bow on the even bigger tree cracks me up! Time to make some gift lists (we keep it pretty simple thankfully but it requires some thought and some dosh even so) and peruse some recipes! Off to bed for me now with visions of Christmas baking dancing in my head . . .
surreal, but I think I'll leave that to Guido) to parenting (despite my hippy dippy attachment leanings I am not really looking to take up a side in any Mommy/Mummy wars.) After much debate (with myself) I decided in the main to stick to telling you what we had for dinner (like this divine autumn on a plate lentils with sausages recipe) and recommending things to eat with a cup of tea (like these Northern Irish classic fifteens - yum.) After all, when all's said and done it's hard to cause offense when talking about marshmallows.