Last night my 5 year old came into my room while I was sleeping (fairly common occurance--happens most nights around here) to let me know that he couldn't sleep because he was scared (again, fairly common). Usually I pray with him and try to console him, but I was especially out of it at 1:30am so I just mumbled, "There's nothing to be scared of" and told him to go back to bed. He told me he was still scared and I told him, "Just pray to Jesus and go back to bed". THEN he told me that he was sweaty and I told him to take off his comforter and go back to bed. (Are you noticing a theme in my responses?)
Without too much of a fuss he went back to his room and I rolled over to go back to sleep.
Somewhere around 3am I heard a noise that sounded like it was coming from my 3 year old's room so I got up to investigate (I'd apparently been imagining things because she was sleeping soundly). I was coherent enough at that moment to realize that earlier I had blown off my son when he came looking to me for comfort. I felt horrible and went in his room to check on him. Fortunately he was sleeping soundly, so I just gave him a hug and said, "Love you, Buddy".
As I made my way back to my room last night after checking on my sleeping kids I started thinking about how my reaction to my son was exactly the opposite of God's reaction to me as His child. When my son came to me scared I blew him off. When I come to God with my fears he tells me, "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, with thanksgiving, present your requests to Me and I will give you a peace that transcends all understanding"
I'm incredibly thankful that God is a much better parent than I am. I am daily trying be more like Him and love my kids the way He loves me.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Here We Go!
We did it. Our family's first venture into youth sports. I just completed the online registration (and paid the fee) for our son to play Little League this spring. Saturday morning we'll head up to the community center in our neighborhood and complete the registration process by providing all the necessary documents.
Until now we've held off on all "extra-curricular" activities in large part because we love our lazy Saturday mornings :) That is all about to change! As I just wrote on my facebook status, "Lazy Saturday Mornings: It was nice knowing you. Until we meet again . . . "
Our son loves to "play baseball" and does really well at hitting the ball when my husband throws it to him and we know he's going to love it. By starting now we're also able to give youth sports a "test run" before Kindergarten so we can determine if the time commitment is something we're willing to make once he starts school.
I know this is going to be a great experience for him and I'm really excited to see him in his uniform!
Play ball!
Until now we've held off on all "extra-curricular" activities in large part because we love our lazy Saturday mornings :) That is all about to change! As I just wrote on my facebook status, "Lazy Saturday Mornings: It was nice knowing you. Until we meet again . . . "
Our son loves to "play baseball" and does really well at hitting the ball when my husband throws it to him and we know he's going to love it. By starting now we're also able to give youth sports a "test run" before Kindergarten so we can determine if the time commitment is something we're willing to make once he starts school.
I know this is going to be a great experience for him and I'm really excited to see him in his uniform!
Play ball!
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Holding On Tight
My oldest will be starting Kindergarten in August. In just a few short months he will be in school more waking hours than he is at home, 5 days a week. I have been blessed to stay-at-home with our kids and I believe the sacrifices we've made are worth it. I'm not going to lie--there have been some HARD days where I wished I could send him to school and let somebody else deal with his endless questions and his temper. There have been days I longed for a break and have dreamt of how "easy" life will be for me when he goes to school.
As August, 2012 approaches I am becoming increasingly aware that the time I have with my son during the day is drawing to a close. God has been teaching me a lot in the past 6 months about priorities and most of those lessons have centered around how much time I spend daily interacting with those I love the most. This summer I resolved to make the most of this last year before my son goes to Kindergarten and focusing on spending as much time with him as possible. (I've even blogged about it before in September. You can find the links here and here) To add fuel to this desire to spend more time just "being" with my kids I have observed my son's Love Language is quality time.
My son attends preschool 9-11:30 MWF and I decided this summer that I was going to clear our schedules on Tuesdays and Thursdays for family time, instead of running around to play dates and other commitments. My MOMs group meets Tuesday mornings, and because of how far we live from church, attending this meeting from 9-11am meant leaving home at 7:45am and getting home around noon. After 5 years of involvement I backed out of the MOMs group this year to spend more time with my kids.
I don't get much "one-on-one" time with my oldest, since his little sister is always around :) Yesterday my husband took a vacation day so he could have one more day off before returning to work after the holidays. I knew my son needed a hair cut so when I woke up I told my husband that I was taking our son to get his hair cut and then I'd be taking him out to lunch. I'd initially planned to take him to a breakfast place that's in the same building as a local hockey rink, but when we got there my son wanted to eat at a different restaurant, that ove looked the rink. For over an hour I got to watch my son enjoy watching others skate (and ask me 5 million questions about them) and we decided we'd try our hand at ice skating another day.
After our special "date" yesterday morning the afternoon was capped off by a family trip to the park where our son attempted riding his bike without training wheels for the first time. (Our neighborhood is very hilly and is NOT condusive to learning to ride, so we haven't had much time to do that before yesterday). As I reflected on the great day we had yesterday I thanked God for the new perspective He is giving me.
The kids and I have gone on several "adventures" in the past few months and I'm looking forward to the ones we will go on between now and August.
God has given my husband and I our children, and they are only in our home for a short season. I have backed out of our culture of busyness in order to focus more on spending time with the family God has given me. There are things that need to be done (preparing meals, grocery shopping, laundry, dishes, etc.) but now I ask myself, before I make any decisions about my time, "Does my family need me more right now than _________?" Sometimes the answer is that my family is best served by me taking a "break" and allowing the kids to spend some time with Dad. Other times the answer is my family is best served when my husband and I get the chance to go out to lunch with each other and talk, while the kids stay with Grandma. Most of the time, however, the most important thing I can do for my husband and kids is to just be there with them, enjoying the activities that make them smile.
I am increasingly aware of how fast time goes, and how fast these years vanish, so I am holding on tight to the time I have left. As others have reminded me, "These ARE the 'good old days'".
As August, 2012 approaches I am becoming increasingly aware that the time I have with my son during the day is drawing to a close. God has been teaching me a lot in the past 6 months about priorities and most of those lessons have centered around how much time I spend daily interacting with those I love the most. This summer I resolved to make the most of this last year before my son goes to Kindergarten and focusing on spending as much time with him as possible. (I've even blogged about it before in September. You can find the links here and here) To add fuel to this desire to spend more time just "being" with my kids I have observed my son's Love Language is quality time.
My son attends preschool 9-11:30 MWF and I decided this summer that I was going to clear our schedules on Tuesdays and Thursdays for family time, instead of running around to play dates and other commitments. My MOMs group meets Tuesday mornings, and because of how far we live from church, attending this meeting from 9-11am meant leaving home at 7:45am and getting home around noon. After 5 years of involvement I backed out of the MOMs group this year to spend more time with my kids.
I don't get much "one-on-one" time with my oldest, since his little sister is always around :) Yesterday my husband took a vacation day so he could have one more day off before returning to work after the holidays. I knew my son needed a hair cut so when I woke up I told my husband that I was taking our son to get his hair cut and then I'd be taking him out to lunch. I'd initially planned to take him to a breakfast place that's in the same building as a local hockey rink, but when we got there my son wanted to eat at a different restaurant, that ove looked the rink. For over an hour I got to watch my son enjoy watching others skate (and ask me 5 million questions about them) and we decided we'd try our hand at ice skating another day.
After our special "date" yesterday morning the afternoon was capped off by a family trip to the park where our son attempted riding his bike without training wheels for the first time. (Our neighborhood is very hilly and is NOT condusive to learning to ride, so we haven't had much time to do that before yesterday). As I reflected on the great day we had yesterday I thanked God for the new perspective He is giving me.
The kids and I have gone on several "adventures" in the past few months and I'm looking forward to the ones we will go on between now and August.
God has given my husband and I our children, and they are only in our home for a short season. I have backed out of our culture of busyness in order to focus more on spending time with the family God has given me. There are things that need to be done (preparing meals, grocery shopping, laundry, dishes, etc.) but now I ask myself, before I make any decisions about my time, "Does my family need me more right now than _________?" Sometimes the answer is that my family is best served by me taking a "break" and allowing the kids to spend some time with Dad. Other times the answer is my family is best served when my husband and I get the chance to go out to lunch with each other and talk, while the kids stay with Grandma. Most of the time, however, the most important thing I can do for my husband and kids is to just be there with them, enjoying the activities that make them smile.
I am increasingly aware of how fast time goes, and how fast these years vanish, so I am holding on tight to the time I have left. As others have reminded me, "These ARE the 'good old days'".
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Timing is Everything
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Saturday night my husband and I attended church where the pastor preached the first in a series on Jonah. Our pastor pointed out that, like Jonah, we've all tried to run away from God and do things our own way. The message reminded me of a time in my life where I'd tried doing things my way, felt beaten down inside, and ran back to God crying out, "Ok, I'm DONE. I'm tired of all of this. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of running. I'm just DONE. I've tried doing things my way and I've screwed up. I give up! You were right! Please forgive me!" Sunday morning my facebook status (and a follow up comment) read:
So much to be thankful for today. In light of last night's message [at church] I am going to praise God for the grace and mercy He showed me Monday, November 4, 2002 when I was a passenger on a Southwest flight from Nashville. I was done running and sick of screwing things up by trying to do them my way. In His perfect grace He welcomed me home. Interestingly enough on Friday, November 8, 2002 I attended my roommate's wedding and then went miniature golfing with a friend who invited me to "tag along" with her and friends from her church. One of her friends was [my husband].******
I made the decision to follow Jesus my freshman year of college while I was attending a Christian school. After graduation, I started working as a flight attendant and had started making compromises. I began distancing myself from my friends who I knew would "call me out" for my behavior. I was stuck in a weird middle ground where I was "too Christian" for my work friends, but not "Christian enough" for my other friends. Every once in awhile I would try to start "living right", but eventually I'd slowly start stumbling again. 2002 was one of those years I was stumbling along.
Off and on, throughout 2002 I had been seeing a guy, "Mike", who lived in Columbus, Ohio and worked for the same airline I did. We'd see each other if I was in town. It wasn't a relationship-it was just convenient. Mike wasn't really that nice to me and he had stood me up a few times. I had vowed several times I wasn't going back to Columbus and if I did I wasn't going to call him. I never kept either promise to myself. Mike didn't make empty promises or try to win me over with smooth words. Really, my attraction to him was that he paid attention to me. Nothing else. We didn't have much in common and he ridiculed me for my faith. The fact I kept calling him when I was in town, despite these things, is evidence of what a bad place I was in.
Mike's 30th birthday was coming up on Friday, November 8 and he didn't have plans. I had about 10 days off and came up with the idea that I'd fly out to see him. The problem with my plan was I had several commitments during my time off, including a trip to Nashville to visit a friend and my roommate's wedding the night of his birthday. Mike hadn't invited me out to see him, but I had decided I was going to back out of my commitments and I invited myself to Ohio. (Yes, I was planning on skipping my roommate's wedding to see this not-so-nice-to-me-guy).
I don't even remember how it started, but I distinctly remember reading my Bible and journaling on the Southwest flight home from Nashville. By the time my flight landed in Phoenix I had been changed. I had laid everything at the feet of Jesus and had cried out to God (literally and figuratively) for His help. Though I had tried to "start over" several times during my years as a flight attendant this day was different. I cried out to God like I hadn't ever before. Instead of just hoping this time was different I KNEW it was. This time I knew I was different. I was going to live how God wanted me to. I was going to leave guys like Mike in my past and move forward.
I fulfilled my commitments in Arizona Tuesday and Thursday of that week. On Friday, November 8, I was preparing for my roommate's wedding when a girl, "Lisa", I had met as a customer at my second job invited me to go out to dinner with her and her friends. Lisa told me they were meeting at 7. My roommate's wedding ceremony started at 7. Lisa had invited me out with her friends several times before, but I had always been out of town. This time I was in town and didn't want to decline Lisa's invitation, but I wanted to attend the wedding. I told Lisa I'd already planned on skipping the reception because I didn't know anybody and she suggested I give her a call after the ceremony because they would probably do something after dinner.
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The man I share this life with is one of Lisa's friends I met that night. I sometimes wonder what my life would've been like had I gone to Columbus for Mike's 30th birthday, instead of staying in Arizona for my roommate's wedding. God's perfect timing amazes me. Lisa had invited me to hang out with her friends several times before that night, but the timing never worked. The conversation I had with God on that Southwest flight changed me and my perspective on future dating relationships (I had no idea that my next one would also be my last).
One November evening in 2002 God introduced me to a man who had waited 36 years for his wife to be ready. I finally was.
Off and on, throughout 2002 I had been seeing a guy, "Mike", who lived in Columbus, Ohio and worked for the same airline I did. We'd see each other if I was in town. It wasn't a relationship-it was just convenient. Mike wasn't really that nice to me and he had stood me up a few times. I had vowed several times I wasn't going back to Columbus and if I did I wasn't going to call him. I never kept either promise to myself. Mike didn't make empty promises or try to win me over with smooth words. Really, my attraction to him was that he paid attention to me. Nothing else. We didn't have much in common and he ridiculed me for my faith. The fact I kept calling him when I was in town, despite these things, is evidence of what a bad place I was in.
Mike's 30th birthday was coming up on Friday, November 8 and he didn't have plans. I had about 10 days off and came up with the idea that I'd fly out to see him. The problem with my plan was I had several commitments during my time off, including a trip to Nashville to visit a friend and my roommate's wedding the night of his birthday. Mike hadn't invited me out to see him, but I had decided I was going to back out of my commitments and I invited myself to Ohio. (Yes, I was planning on skipping my roommate's wedding to see this not-so-nice-to-me-guy).
I don't even remember how it started, but I distinctly remember reading my Bible and journaling on the Southwest flight home from Nashville. By the time my flight landed in Phoenix I had been changed. I had laid everything at the feet of Jesus and had cried out to God (literally and figuratively) for His help. Though I had tried to "start over" several times during my years as a flight attendant this day was different. I cried out to God like I hadn't ever before. Instead of just hoping this time was different I KNEW it was. This time I knew I was different. I was going to live how God wanted me to. I was going to leave guys like Mike in my past and move forward.
I fulfilled my commitments in Arizona Tuesday and Thursday of that week. On Friday, November 8, I was preparing for my roommate's wedding when a girl, "Lisa", I had met as a customer at my second job invited me to go out to dinner with her and her friends. Lisa told me they were meeting at 7. My roommate's wedding ceremony started at 7. Lisa had invited me out with her friends several times before, but I had always been out of town. This time I was in town and didn't want to decline Lisa's invitation, but I wanted to attend the wedding. I told Lisa I'd already planned on skipping the reception because I didn't know anybody and she suggested I give her a call after the ceremony because they would probably do something after dinner.
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The man I share this life with is one of Lisa's friends I met that night. I sometimes wonder what my life would've been like had I gone to Columbus for Mike's 30th birthday, instead of staying in Arizona for my roommate's wedding. God's perfect timing amazes me. Lisa had invited me to hang out with her friends several times before that night, but the timing never worked. The conversation I had with God on that Southwest flight changed me and my perspective on future dating relationships (I had no idea that my next one would also be my last).
One November evening in 2002 God introduced me to a man who had waited 36 years for his wife to be ready. I finally was.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
The Voice of Experience
In last night's blog I wrote part of what I would say to me at 16. Before I wrote last night's entry, I had seen that same question on a forum I belong to and had asked it on my facebook page. I saw several answers to that question, ranging from the funny to the serious. Every response I had read was from a woman who is now in her 30's, 40's, or 50's. These friends (some of whom I only "know" online) vary in socioeconomic status, race and religion.
As I read the responses of women in my life, whose age and experience is varied, I noticed a common theme in their answers. From my unscientific research I noticed the biggest message these women had for their younger selves was: He's not worth it.
I thought that was interesting and profound. I know when we're in high school it seems like our friends, and the relationships we have, are the most important thing in the world. I know when we're in high school we think these relationships are going to "last forever". As teenage girls we believe him when he tells us he loves us. We think the boy who asked us to prom is "the one" we'll be with forever. Basically, we think he feels the same way about us as we do about him.
The "it" my friends referred to wasn't always about sex, but sometimes they just wanted their younger self to know the boy they are "in love with" at 16 isn't worth the emotions, the drama, the feeling of being liked, etc. that they thought it was at the time. I didn't date in high school (not by choice, I just was never asked out), but I know what it's like to be in my 20's and be so lonely that I would go out with anybody who asked. I know what it's like to compromise my standards and convictions because I wanted to be loved (I would've even settled for being liked . . .). I know what it's like to turn a blind eye to smooth talking and to believe the words he was saying because I wanted them to be true.
I started thinking about this post as I was writing last night. This morning a wise woman wrote on her facebook page, "Dear teenage girls: Cinderella didn't need to take off her dress to get her Prince Charming, and neither do you!"
To all my friends who are where I was--whether you're 13, 16, 26 or older . . . . He's not worth it until God has ordained it. It sounds cliche, and it's hard to quantify, but you'll know when it's right. The Bible says "Love is not self seeking". When you are loved by a man who truly loves you, you'll be amazed and surprised at what love looks like. Love won't look like empty promises, smooth words or pressure like "If you truly loved me you'd . . . "
P.S. Girls, of all the couples I knew in high school, only ONE is still married to a person they dated at 16. Several got married straight out of school, but only ONE got their happily ever after . . .
As I read the responses of women in my life, whose age and experience is varied, I noticed a common theme in their answers. From my unscientific research I noticed the biggest message these women had for their younger selves was: He's not worth it.
I thought that was interesting and profound. I know when we're in high school it seems like our friends, and the relationships we have, are the most important thing in the world. I know when we're in high school we think these relationships are going to "last forever". As teenage girls we believe him when he tells us he loves us. We think the boy who asked us to prom is "the one" we'll be with forever. Basically, we think he feels the same way about us as we do about him.
The "it" my friends referred to wasn't always about sex, but sometimes they just wanted their younger self to know the boy they are "in love with" at 16 isn't worth the emotions, the drama, the feeling of being liked, etc. that they thought it was at the time. I didn't date in high school (not by choice, I just was never asked out), but I know what it's like to be in my 20's and be so lonely that I would go out with anybody who asked. I know what it's like to compromise my standards and convictions because I wanted to be loved (I would've even settled for being liked . . .). I know what it's like to turn a blind eye to smooth talking and to believe the words he was saying because I wanted them to be true.
I started thinking about this post as I was writing last night. This morning a wise woman wrote on her facebook page, "Dear teenage girls: Cinderella didn't need to take off her dress to get her Prince Charming, and neither do you!"
To all my friends who are where I was--whether you're 13, 16, 26 or older . . . . He's not worth it until God has ordained it. It sounds cliche, and it's hard to quantify, but you'll know when it's right. The Bible says "Love is not self seeking". When you are loved by a man who truly loves you, you'll be amazed and surprised at what love looks like. Love won't look like empty promises, smooth words or pressure like "If you truly loved me you'd . . . "
P.S. Girls, of all the couples I knew in high school, only ONE is still married to a person they dated at 16. Several got married straight out of school, but only ONE got their happily ever after . . .
Friday, October 21, 2011
Dear You at 16:
Though I didn't hear it myself, I heard from friends that there was a question on the radio today that asked, "If you could go back and talk to yourself at 16 what would you say?" I saw the question on a forum and then asked it on my facebook page. I made a few observations that I'll write about later, but for now here's (part of)* my letter:
Dear Heidi:
High school has been pretty rough for you, hasn't it? I know you are concerned about your weight. I know you wonder what's wrong with you and why nobody's asking you out. I know you think you're ugly and that you wish you looked like the other girls at school. I know finding real friends has been a struggle for you. I know you feel like you don't fit in. I know you're waking up in the middle of the night crying your eyes out for hours at a time, without knowing why you're doing it.
I know you think Mom and Dad are too strict. Maybe they are, but they're strict because they love you. Yes, you're a bit sheltered, but you know what? That's not the worst thing in the world. In fact, you will become a strict parent, too. Having rules and boundaries at 16 may seem like a drag, but it won't take you too long to figure out you were better off not doing the things you were wanting to. At 35 you'll have less regrets than most people you know. Regrets are one thing it's always best to have few of.
I promise things will get better for you. Who you are at 16 is NOT who you are for life. Heck, the person you see in the mirror right now is not who you will be in 2 years. These years are a part of your story, but they aren't your entire story. There will be a time, in the not too distant future, where you're going to have a hard time remembering the things that seem so important to you right now. As important as it seems like high school is, it's not. College is where you'll form friendships you have for life and it's where you'll grow in to your own.
You will go away to college and form amazing friendships that will last a lifetime. 3 years from now you won't even know where your high school friends are living, but your roommate from your freshman year of college will straighten the train of your wedding dress and be one of the first people you call when your children are born.
When you get to college you'll be able to "start over" and truly be who you are, without anybody elses' expectations. You will struggle, but you will become stronger than you ever thought you could be. After a few rough years, and some big mistakes, you will come out on the other side with a strength and independence that only comes from experience.
There will be some amazing people that come into your life. Pay attention and listen to their wisdom. Don't blow off those who are older than you who are trying to tell you what they wished they knew at your age. With age comes perspective and experience. You may not think their words apply to you, but later on you'll think, "She was right . . . "
Though you can't see it now, things turn out very well for you. In fact, they'll turn out better than you can possibly imagine. You will get married to an amazing guy and have great kids. It may not happen as early as youwanted thought it would, but the right guy is DEFINITELY worth the wait and you will never regret your decision to marry him. In your circle of friends you may feel like an "old maid" for not walking down the aisle until you were 27, but it's a lot less time than the 37 years your husband waited to say, "I do" (and 27 isn't that old . . .)
Life is GREAT at 35! Enjoy the ride . . .
Love,
You
P.S. You are much better looking in your 30's than you were at 16 . . .
What would your letter to yourself say?
*Considering I'm posting this on the internet there are some things I omitted because they are best not said in the public domain . . .
Dear Heidi:
High school has been pretty rough for you, hasn't it? I know you are concerned about your weight. I know you wonder what's wrong with you and why nobody's asking you out. I know you think you're ugly and that you wish you looked like the other girls at school. I know finding real friends has been a struggle for you. I know you feel like you don't fit in. I know you're waking up in the middle of the night crying your eyes out for hours at a time, without knowing why you're doing it.
I know you think Mom and Dad are too strict. Maybe they are, but they're strict because they love you. Yes, you're a bit sheltered, but you know what? That's not the worst thing in the world. In fact, you will become a strict parent, too. Having rules and boundaries at 16 may seem like a drag, but it won't take you too long to figure out you were better off not doing the things you were wanting to. At 35 you'll have less regrets than most people you know. Regrets are one thing it's always best to have few of.
I promise things will get better for you. Who you are at 16 is NOT who you are for life. Heck, the person you see in the mirror right now is not who you will be in 2 years. These years are a part of your story, but they aren't your entire story. There will be a time, in the not too distant future, where you're going to have a hard time remembering the things that seem so important to you right now. As important as it seems like high school is, it's not. College is where you'll form friendships you have for life and it's where you'll grow in to your own.
You will go away to college and form amazing friendships that will last a lifetime. 3 years from now you won't even know where your high school friends are living, but your roommate from your freshman year of college will straighten the train of your wedding dress and be one of the first people you call when your children are born.
When you get to college you'll be able to "start over" and truly be who you are, without anybody elses' expectations. You will struggle, but you will become stronger than you ever thought you could be. After a few rough years, and some big mistakes, you will come out on the other side with a strength and independence that only comes from experience.
There will be some amazing people that come into your life. Pay attention and listen to their wisdom. Don't blow off those who are older than you who are trying to tell you what they wished they knew at your age. With age comes perspective and experience. You may not think their words apply to you, but later on you'll think, "She was right . . . "
Though you can't see it now, things turn out very well for you. In fact, they'll turn out better than you can possibly imagine. You will get married to an amazing guy and have great kids. It may not happen as early as you
Life is GREAT at 35! Enjoy the ride . . .
Love,
You
P.S. You are much better looking in your 30's than you were at 16 . . .
What would your letter to yourself say?
*Considering I'm posting this on the internet there are some things I omitted because they are best not said in the public domain . . .
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Twist on Tomatoes
First off . . . the title of this blog is fully credited to my friend, Lauren. Secondly, this is NOT a food/cooking blog so I'm not entirely sure how I find myself writing about food AGAIN, but here I am . . . .
I'm not a chef. I'm not even a really good cook. I'm just a Mom who has to put dinner on the table every night. I run out of ideas fairly quickly and I love my Funky Freezer Girls group, who make it easy to serve my family a homemade meal every night.
Tonight was leftover night at my house. I realized after dinner last night that we had a lot of leftovers in the fridge, so I told warned my husband we'd be having leftovers tonight. I ended up grabbing a handful of grape tomatoes out of the package and gave them to the kids as their side. As I was washing the tomatoes I noticed that they were starting to turn. I'm a huge proponent of "waste not/want not" so I tried to figure out what to do with about a pound of grape tomatoes before they went bad. I started thinking and vaguely remember something about roasting tomatoes. I also wondered if that's how a "real Italian" would turn fresh tomatoes in to tomato sauce . . .
I did a quick search for "roasting grape tomatoes" and found several pages of recipes. While my husband was helping the kids get ready for bed I lined a cookie sheet with foil. I spread out the remaining tomatoes. I added all the garlic I had on hand (about 11 cloves), covered everything with olive oil and then sprinkled on salt and pepper. In true Heidi fashion I didn't measure anything. I preheated the oven to 425 and then stuck the cookie sheet of tomatoes and garlic inside. I set the timer for 35 minutes. About 10-15 minutes in my husband heard "popping" in the oven and opened the door, only to be greeted by smoke. By then I was helping our son brush his teeth and my husband told me, "You're cleaning the oven after whatever you're doing in there". Because I'm lazy and HATE to clean I went and pulled the cookie sheet out of the oven. I poured any and all "loose" olive oil into a bowl. I turned the oven to 275 and went back to helping with the bed time routine.
Once the kids were in bed I pulled my roasted tomato/garlic combination out of the oven and scraped it into my food processor. Once the tomatoes turned into sauce I tasted some and . . . I swear I heard angels singing.
This is the first time I have EVER been THRILLED about something this amazing that I just threw together. WOW! I was really regretting the plate of leftovers I had just consumed because I could sit and eat that sauce straight out of the bowl all night. AMAZING!!! I don't have words to describe the pure ecstasy I felt while tasting it.
Because my husband and I don't have a baby-sitter we don't have date nights. We might go out to dinner a couple times a year, but it's generally a quick meal out and we're home within 2 hours of leaving. To compensate for our lack of "dates" I occasionally cook a really nice dinner for us after the kids go to bed. I already told hubby that we're having a date night in tomorrow night. I'm going to cook some pasta for this sauce and we're going to ENJOY!
I don't really have a recipe to pass on and I don't know if I'll ever be able to re-create the incredible sauce I made tonight, but I guarantee I'll be heading to Costco soon to buy a HUGE batch of tomatoes and several heads of garlic to make sauce and freeze, in hopes I'm able to replicate tonight's perfection!
I'm not a chef. I'm not even a really good cook. I'm just a Mom who has to put dinner on the table every night. I run out of ideas fairly quickly and I love my Funky Freezer Girls group, who make it easy to serve my family a homemade meal every night.
Tonight was leftover night at my house. I realized after dinner last night that we had a lot of leftovers in the fridge, so I
I did a quick search for "roasting grape tomatoes" and found several pages of recipes. While my husband was helping the kids get ready for bed I lined a cookie sheet with foil. I spread out the remaining tomatoes. I added all the garlic I had on hand (about 11 cloves), covered everything with olive oil and then sprinkled on salt and pepper. In true Heidi fashion I didn't measure anything. I preheated the oven to 425 and then stuck the cookie sheet of tomatoes and garlic inside. I set the timer for 35 minutes. About 10-15 minutes in my husband heard "popping" in the oven and opened the door, only to be greeted by smoke. By then I was helping our son brush his teeth and my husband told me, "You're cleaning the oven after whatever you're doing in there". Because I'm lazy and HATE to clean I went and pulled the cookie sheet out of the oven. I poured any and all "loose" olive oil into a bowl. I turned the oven to 275 and went back to helping with the bed time routine.
Once the kids were in bed I pulled my roasted tomato/garlic combination out of the oven and scraped it into my food processor. Once the tomatoes turned into sauce I tasted some and . . . I swear I heard angels singing.
This is the first time I have EVER been THRILLED about something this amazing that I just threw together. WOW! I was really regretting the plate of leftovers I had just consumed because I could sit and eat that sauce straight out of the bowl all night. AMAZING!!! I don't have words to describe the pure ecstasy I felt while tasting it.
Because my husband and I don't have a baby-sitter we don't have date nights. We might go out to dinner a couple times a year, but it's generally a quick meal out and we're home within 2 hours of leaving. To compensate for our lack of "dates" I occasionally cook a really nice dinner for us after the kids go to bed. I already told hubby that we're having a date night in tomorrow night. I'm going to cook some pasta for this sauce and we're going to ENJOY!
I don't really have a recipe to pass on and I don't know if I'll ever be able to re-create the incredible sauce I made tonight, but I guarantee I'll be heading to Costco soon to buy a HUGE batch of tomatoes and several heads of garlic to make sauce and freeze, in hopes I'm able to replicate tonight's perfection!
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