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Lowlands, but not low

We’re back from Cloudcroft. Man, it was hard saying “goodbye” (and yes, I do in fact say “Goodbye, cabin”) to the cabin, to our favorite haunts, to our private hiking trails, to the memories… until next year. We’ve decided not to try to go back up again this year just simply because things are going to be busy from here on out and I am getting closer to my due date. Last thing I’d want is to be air-lifted to the nearest hospital!
But we have made some awesome memories this past summer and some phenomenal photo opportunities! We may be back in the lowlands, but we’re most definitely on a rocky mountain high.
I leave you with photos from yesterday and it’s back to the blog tomorrow!
Here’s last night’s dinner:

Raw veggies for the homemade pasta sauce

Christian's homemade veggie pasta sauce

Dinner cabin style

The great outdoors:

The Lodge at Cloudcroft's Golf Course

Cabin fever:

The living area of the Kemp Kottage

A Pfann letter…

Here I am yesterday, at 27 weeks, 5 days, wearing the LAST pair of jeans I can actually button!


I’ve posted a recipe for Pfannkuchen before on this blog, but judging from the amount of hits I get for the recipe and all things related to that and Apfelstrudel, I will go ahead and post the recipe again, since that is what Christian made for dinner last night and I finally got some decent pictures of the luscious pancakes!
I request Pfannkuchen probably about once a week but it seems we’re always out of some element, be it flour, eggs, whole milk or the necessary jam to fill the pancakes. But last night I made SURE we had all of the above and besides, Hannah and I were in dire need of something light and sweet after a week of outdoor grilling, meats, cheeses and hot spices. Dear Christian obliged and even made extra pancakes to make pancake soup tonight. Probably the easiest recipe on the planet, once you have the pancakes. Even I can make that. (http://www.letscookgerman.com/starters-and-soups/pancake-soup-fladlesuppe.html)

And here’s the recipe that I trust will be used MUCH more often for us in the coming colder months, when my tummy needs something a bit more bland than habaneros and jalapenos, I get my sweet fix AND it’s not going to cause me to reach for the Tums five times a night…

Pfannkuchen
3 eggs
1 c. flour
1 c. milk
1/2 tsp. vanilla (optional)
A dash of salt
Pour a small amount onto hot skillet, pick up skillet and turn to spread batter. Cook to barely brown and turn. Serve with jam, rolled up like a burrito, with sprinkled confectioner’s sugar on top if desired. Typically served for dinner in Bavaria, not as a dessert like in the States.

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Yesterday I met Christian at his place of work to treat him to an outdoor lunch. The weather was fantastic and I’d yet to see him at work at his library. I myself felt a little like I was playing hooky, even though I’ve not been working for more than a month now. I still feel like I’m “sneaking around” during the day, so I’ve really been focusing on having a full schedule, busy days and no moping around the house. After I brought lunch to Christian (leftover curried chicken, rice and veggies for me, plus a Sharon fruit for dessert (what a good girl am I); and a ham/cheese wrap and leftover potato salad for Christian; I went to Bed, Bath and Beyond to pick up a curio (shadow) box for Christian’s ever increasing Homies and SpongeBob figurines. They were beginning to take over the kitchen “bar area” space, and I knew it was time to relegate them to a safe spot on the wall. Homies and SpongeBob figurines were never quite my thing, but once Christian started collecting them and getting so excited about getting a new and unique one when he put his 50 cents in the machines, I did too, and now I must say they’re a fun addition to our apartment decor, lol. And I guess with Hannah, I’d better get used to the notion of SpongeBob and/or (fill in the blank with this week’s flavor of cartoon character) filling up the house.
I found the closest thing possible… a jewelry holder. Does NO ONE carry curio boxes anymore? Not even Hobby Lobby did, and they are SUPPOSED to carry miniature-collectible boxes, no??? Uggh. Well, I made do and nailed the jewelry holder to the wall, and it works just fine. I am just praying Hannah doesn’t go for collecting Homies, lol. I wonder, wonder, wonder what she’ll go for. Me? I loved, and still love, seashells. But I guess Homies are a LOT easier to come by than seashells in El Paso, Texas. If we go back to Bavaria, she’ll be collecting those little toys that come in the chocolate eggs at Easter time (banned here in the states by the FDA, those party poopers)….

What did you collect as a child? Are you still at it?

Growth spurt

The last few days, I suppose Hannah’s been on some massive growth spurt. When I once could feel her flutter down near my hip bones, I’m now feeling both kicks or punches way down low and way up between my ribcage at the same time. And the scale is definitely showing a growth pattern!
As for my appetite. Well, it’s always been big, but now I’m bypassing Christian by a large margin in that department. At least I can be the best at something! I can’t stop eating the last few days, and my energy has been great too. Go figure. I walked 40 minutes yesterday morning and could have gone longer had I not had to get home to wake up Christian.
For lunch yesterday, we finally finished off the vast majority of the leftovers in our freezer. Well, I did at least. Both angel hair pesto AND a good cup and a half of couscous. Oh, and potato salad. Oh, and a piece of berry crumble that I would never eat in public due to its massive size. Luckily Christian understands.
And dinner? I’d like to call it the Flinstones dinner. A turkey drumstick larger than the largest plate we have, served with calabacitas risotto and glazed carrots, with a side of my Arabic salad and the last of Christian’s killer Kartoffelsalat. Okay, to my credit I did NOT gnaw every single bit of meat off of that Neanderthal-portion of bird. I actually only had half. But half of THAT is like eating a pound of brisket in any other form. AND we went to YogoBerry after dinner, where I “restrained myself” and “only” had a small yogurt with mixed fresh berries.
Lol. No scale for me today, tomorrow or the next day. As long as I have Muu-Muus, Bella Bands and Christian’s T-shirts to fit into, I’m all good.
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Today is a “date day” with my mom again. In the past, we used to love to go to a cute little Japanese restaurant, Yamato, for sushi and wakame salad. I can’t have my beloved sushi, so we’re doing another seafood option, Red Lobster. And then another trip to Target for some other baby necessities. AND Mom wants to see what all the fuss is about when I say Goodwill and Savers are definitely the way to go for some basic clothes. Oh, and I will introduce her to the magic of the Dollar Tree, too :-)
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Here’s our resident cat, Cowboy, who has become an almost-permanent fixture at our apartment. I LOVE it. He “completes” the apartment for us. We get the petting and loving benefits without the maintenance costs, lol. And he ALWAYS knows that there will, inevitably, be crumbs or some goodies waiting for him at OUR apartment…

The.Best.Salsa. Ever.

Yesterday was lazy day. For me, anyway. Two naps, much eating, little doing. But Christian was on a roll and decided to make a time consuming but luscious salsa for dinner and beyond. He’d outdone himself with his fabulous Milchreis for lunch and I guess decided the creamy and rich, but not so spicy Milchreis needed to be countered by a fiery salsa to add to our evening repertoire.
With his salsa, we served chips and I made a “krautundcracker” sandwich made with toasted Bauernbrot, Mozzarella cheese, roasted Hatch chiles, leftover rotisserie chicken from the night before, beer und brat mustard; and a simple cabbage salad on the side.
The salsa stole the show. But here’s a recipe you can try to get the same effect, even if you don’t live in the land of Habaneros and Hatch green chiles like we do:

Fresca Salsa:

Four yellow Habanero chiles, minced and seeded
Two roasted Hatch green chiles (or Anaheim chiles), minced and seeded
Four Roma tomatoes, finely diced
One medium purple onion, diced
Two cloves fresh garlic, minced
Two tablespoons veggie oil
Two-three tablespoons lime juice, fresh
1/4 cup cilantro or parsley (we used parsley, but cilantro is more authentic)
One large avocado, diced

Mix it all up except the cilantro and avocado. Let stand for an hour to blend flavors, then add the avocado/cilantro mixture and remix. Makes two cups.

I bought some gordita flour discs at the Mexican market yesterday, and with those I’ll make some sunny side up eggs to serve on top, with salsa on top of that for breakfast.

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Today is Labor Day, and we originally planned to go up to Aguirre Springs in New Mexico for the day for a hike and picnic, but, being the bookies (no, not THAT kind) and foodies that we are, we’ve decided to make it a day trip to Las Cruces to visit the COAS Bookstore (the Southwest’s largest used book store), Enchanted Gardens greenery, and Zeffiro’s Italian Restaurant for their amazing wood fire stove pizzas and Mediterranean salads. Besides, did we REALLY think we’d find a decent, shady picnic table at the last second on Labor Day? Pshaw!

Building the better meal

Lately we’ve both been watching what we eat, or at least paying a little more attention to it. Christian has been on a health kick the last year, and he’s done it the old-fashioned way, that is, no trendy fad diets or extreme boot-camp workouts. He simply ate less, walked and biked more, and refrained from seconds. He also passes up on dessert most of the time.
What a novel concept! Eat less, move more, and drop like a hot potato things like drinking and smoking. Funny how something so “simple” is something that most Americans find not only daunting, but outright impossible.
I’m watching what I eat for another reason. I must gain weight to maintain a healthy pregnancy, but not so much to endanger myself or the baby, and trying to find that right amount that is safe, healthy and wise. I’m an American, and my husband is German, and it is an interesting dichotomy of ideas and customs that come to the table, literally, in terms of health and nutrition.
One thing we do agree on is that we will ALWAYS, ALWAYS eat our meals as a family together. It’s not even a question in Germany, for the most part. It’s simply DONE. I didn’t grow up that way, and I ate my meals at friends’ homes or whenever I felt like I wanted to eat. I never had an overweight problem, yet I didn’t have a healthy relationship with food, associating it with loneliness, boredom and convenience. At 40 years of age (well, I’m aging myself a bit. I’m 39), I’m finally learning the BASICS of nutrition, family meals and having a healthy relationship with food, and I thank my husband for that.
Another thing that is relatively new to me is a BALANCED meal, meaning a protein, a starch, a vegetable and a dairy item. My pre-marriage meals, when I had them, consisted of one of the above, but not all. Now we incorporate all of the food groups into a meal, providing not only nutrition, but also variety, eye-candy if you will, and a medley of tastes. We want our daughter to have a sane and healthy relationship with food, and to explore the world with her tastebuds, just as we are learning to do now.
Well, in terms of “exploring the world” with OUR tastebuds last night, we kept it in the good ‘ole U.S.A., lol, with chicken drumsticks, oven-baked fries, salad, sourdough bread and roasted Hatch chiles. The drumsticks, which neither of us had had in years, were on sale (not that they’re expensive in the first place!), 5 for $3; the potatoes we already had, as well as the salad “fixin’s,” and the decent sourdough bread we bought at the Wal-Mart. The Hatch green chiles are ubiquitous this time of year here in El Paso, and famous the world over for their smoky, delicious and hot flavor. I can eat them with anything, hot or cold. But I especially adore them cold, stuffed with diced cheese, shredded meat, lime juice and avocado (salpicon style).
The drumsticks were coated with lots of kosher salt, ground pepper and paprika, and roasted in the oven until the skin was almost black and falling off the tender meat, and two drumsticks were sufficient for each of us.
Tonight we drive up to Cloudcroft, New Mexico, to stay at our cabin for the weekend and hopefully catch some of the fresh fall air that always comes in a bit earlier up at 9,000 feet above sea level. It will be a weekend of books, naps, hikes and cooking. OH, and a big-ole party down the hill at White Sands National Monument, where a group of friends is hosting a concert/potluck/dance in the middle of the white dunes of sand. We’re really looking forward to a little nightlife in the middle of this oasis near Alamogordo!
As always, wi-fi is an issue up in Cloudcroft. Either the coffee house we frequent has it (as it’s the only free wi-fi in town) or it doesn’t, which leaves us tech-free for the weekend. Either way, I’ll post of our Cloudcroft culinary adventures as soon as I’m able to get plugged in again.
Here’s to a great Indian Summer weekend to all!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

We FINALLY made it to Cattleman’s Steakhouse, wayyyyyy out in the boonies near Fabens (sorry Fabens). It was the first restaurant I recommended to Christian when he moved here and, for some reason or another, we just never made it out there. Until now.
Cattleman’s is owned by the former head of the German Air Force at Fort Bliss, who decided to remain in El Paso and started up Cattleman’s. It’s basically a working ranch/zoo/movie set (“Courage Under FIre,” “Extreme Prejudice,” “Lone Wolf McQuaid,” etc.)/restaurant/wedding reception venue/THE place to take out-of-towners.
I’d been a few times when I was young, but basically forgot what it was like. This time I felt like a kid again, enjoying the peacocks that walk openly around the premises, the bunny rabbits, the snake pit, the deer, the ostriches and the goats. Oh, and the steaks. My god, the steaks.
Since I’ve been diagnosed with anemia, I’ve really been trying to ramp up my iron intake, and so this trip to Cattleman’s was like a prescription for me, a $60 dose of great food, great scenery, great companionship and great memory-making.
I chose the “Little Wrangler,” a six-ounce cut of top sirloin, medium rare, served with a family style presentation of coleslaw (with pineapple, yum), ranch beans with lots of chile powder, rolls (not the best) and a baked potato (not really very good, but who’s at Cattleman’s for the potatoes?)
Christian ordered the 10-ounce New York steak, medium rare, and I swear his eyes rolled to the back of his head after taking the first bite. I thought he would swoon. The steaks are that good, and really almost able to be eaten with just a fork, they’re that tender. I began the meal thinking, “Wow, the leftovers will be good tomorrow, in a baguette.” Wishful thinking. No leftovers, except maybe half of the roll and some of the baked potato.
Oh, and speaking of rolls. I was on one.
I finished off the meal with their apple pie a la mode, and managed to devour at least 2/3 of the massive hunk of heaven.
After dinner we checked out the wildlife and walked a bit around the man-made lake. I burned off maybe two bites of steak. But hey, getting iron was doctor’s orders, and I was a very, very good patient.

Hangin’ with the ‘homies’-Deutsche-style

Okay, so Germany didn’t win the World Cup this year, but the folks over at the German Air Force at Fort Bliss didn’t let that stop them from having a great viewing party for everyone to watch Deutschland beat Uruguay 3-2 in a very exciting match.
Christian and I took my dad to the party, and he came decked out in a Bayern München fussball jersey and baseball cap. I was embarrassed, until I saw that he was drastically UNDER-dressed for the occasion, with revelers painted the colors of the German flag, with hats, costumes, horns and all. I borrowed dad’s baseball cap so I too could “fit in.”
The viewing party was held in Bldg. 747, the same one where Oktoberfest is held each year and, just like Oktoberfest, lots of bier, brats, Berliners, Sekt und sodas were served. We had brought lunch just in case, but were glad to see we could get the brats to supplement our meal.
I must say I’m not exactly the biggest TV sports fan, but I got so into it, I had to check myself. I also got camera happy, but to save the ego of my loved ones, I didn’t use the flash too often, hence the quality of the photos.
I hope to attend lots more of the Deutsches Soldatenstube events, because they definitely know how to party and to make everything a celebration!