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Christmas, stateside

So we celebrated Christmas in full force on December 24, and enjoyed a rather quiet and mellow Christmas Day U.S.A.-style with my parents and brother over at my mom’s house. It felt rather like “Christmas on Park Avenue” the way my artistic brother decorated the house with THREE trees (one exclusively for Hannah…I saved her some photos, lol), decorations galore, and enough food to feed an army (one with a very upscale and sophisticated palate!). On the menu at mom’s: Sugar-glazed ham, bolillo rolls, cranberry horseradish mustard, gourmet cupcakes, “magic” bars (well, the recipe’s on the back of most evaporated milk cans during the holidays, but my brother makes them a “magic, magic” way, lol), crab/jalapeno/artichoke hot dip, and tamales. A very traditional El Paso Christmas meal.
Earlier, Christian and I enjoyed bagels and lox at home, with sliced tomatoes, cheese, avocado, red onions, capers, marinated red peppers and mustard sauce (oops, I forgot the cream cheese, or the “sshhhh-meeaaarr,” but all the stores were closed, so we made do).
I will NOT weigh myself today, after the multitude “sneak tastes” of magic bars, ham, stollen, lebkuchen and fondue yesterday. I WILL walk an hour, if my body permits, and wait yet another day, bags packed, body and soul ready, for Hannah to arrive. It’s so strange waiting for the biggest and best Christmas present to yet arrive, and BEING the wrapping paper ;-)

Santa came early

WAIT! Before those of you think the STORK came early, NO. Santa did, well, at least in terms of U.S. Christmas. Christian and I had totally planned to celebrate a German Christmas on December 24 and the U.S. Christmas on the 25th, but my impatience and excitement got the better of me, so we mixed the two yesterday and did it all in one fell swoop.
Now, it’s not like today we won’t celebrate, either. I’ve got a lox and bagel spread planned for brunch, and we’ll go over to my mom’s house for Kaffee und Kuchen this afternoon.
But yesterday we opened all the presents, opened the last windows on the advent calendars, chatted for a good two hours on Skype with Christian’s family and watched his brother’s children open their presents, listened to Christmas music on Antenne Bayern’s live radio stream, and made a fondue dinner that was simply divine. No last-minute runs to the mall, fighting the awful traffic; no drunken Christmas parties; no being relegated to the kiddie table at a family dinner; and no Thanksgiving repeat dinner (i.e., turkey, cranberry sauce or pumpkin pie). It was just the two (three) of us, in our quiet little apartment, enjoying our last week or so of “party of two,” and yet looking forward with much excitement to celebrate Christmas with Hannah.
Here’s to a joyous Christmas and New Year to you and yours…

Just the two of us…???

Our “party of two” days are coming quickly to an end as we get ready for Hannah’s arrival, but we’re finding that we’re BOTH nesting, getting our home and our lives ready for the big day. So much for the theory that it’s just the pregnant woman who “nests” in the last days of her pregnancy, becoming obsessed with cleaning, organizing, cooking, hoarding, etc. Men do it too!
Last night we took it easy in the kitchen, making brotzeit with leftover sausage, salad, pretzels and fruit. We’ve already frozen enough meals for the post-partum period to feed an army, so we won’t be worrying about cooking intricate meals for a while. But then again, I have a feeling we will anyway! It’s just too much fun to have our “Culinary Travel” meals and coming up with new, exotic variations. Hannah will NOT grow up on chicken nuggets or tater tots, that is for sure.
We’re also ramping up our little duo projects, like making papier maché ornaments and photo frames, spending our last days alone together just resting, taking it easy, and talking about so many things, like our own childhoods, our dreams for ourselves and for Hannah, and just getting to know a whole new layer of each other. It’s really just a great, great time!
Today was the first day I really felt like, “Uh, oh. Wow, this is close.” I mean, I was having Braxton Hicks contractions fairly consistently all day, and had to think twice before getting in and out of the car, much less try to walk with any grace whatsoever. The contractions settled down, but not before I wondered if today would be the day. Luckily the hospital bag is now in the Jeep 24/7 and I carry my insurance papers on me at all times now. It’s really frustrating not having any clue about when it will be!!!
This morning we went to go see “127 Hours,” the movie about the rock climber who had to sever his own arm after being trapped in a cave by a loose boulder. Awesome, awesome movie, but NOT for someone SO near labor, lol. The suspense, quick editing and “THE SCENE” of his self-amputation I am SURE upped my due date by a few days. But a great movie nevertheless.
Tonight I cook. I am typing this blog with my brain half focused on what I can possibly make that will even come close to what Christian would do with the breast of chicken and the leftover dark turkey meat we have set out specifically for dinner. After feasting on Taco Tote at lunch time, I am going to go with bland. After all, another night of heartburn is NOT invited.

Light show

Last night we went to Scenic Drive to see the luminarias, something I’d never done, even though I grew up less than a mile from Scenic Drive. I mean, sure, I’d BEEN to Scenic Drive, but I’d always avoided the special night of lights because I thought, “How cool could it be? And I’ve seen cool…the Vegas Strip, Rockefeller Center, the midnight torch runs in Aspen, the Christmas Markts in Frankfurt, Regensburg and Munich…”
Okay, the luminarias didn’t blow me away, especially with the backdrop of the City of El Paso down below (the “jewel box” they call it at night), many were blown out, the lines of cars were long, and the living nativity scene mixed Nikes and hoodies with “authentic” burlap robes… but it was SO El Paso tradition and a great opportunity to take in the majestic views of the city as well as the fantastic lighted homes along Rim Road.

My pictures didn’t turn out, i.e., no way of seeing the luminarias and I will never get how to take night photos. But they did turn out “artsy” at least.
Before our Christmas car ride, Christian made us some bacon-wrapped sausages and sauerkraut to warm us up…and tonight is our Culinary Travel Night… Taiwan! We’ve not had our Travel Night in a few weeks and we’re looking forward to getting back in the cooking saddle.
And the countdown to Hannah continues. And continues. And continues. Lol. She’s not due yet (two more weeks) so I have no right to complain yet. But oh those nightly heartburn attacks, the inability to see or shave my legs, and the slow demise of my beloved daily walks is getting to me! It’s all good and I’m learning to just sit down and relax, but it doesn’t come easy.

Oh so thankful!

This is the season to reflect back and take a deep inventory of what we are grateful for, what we can and should make better about ourselves, and sharing our good fortune with others. Even if we’re not basking in material pleasures, even if we have issues in our lives that we are trying to change, even if we think we don’t have time to spread ourselves too thin … we can reach out and help others.
I’m a late bloomer… but I DID bloom, and very recently! Comes to show there’s a time, a place, a reason and a season for everyone. I’m testament to that.
What I’m grateful for this season:

1. The impending arrival of our precious, unexpected, miracle daughter, Hannah.

Ultrasound photo soon to be replaced with her hospital photo!


2. The restoration of my health this past year.
3. My adoring and adorable, pillar-of-strength, gorgeous, practical, insightful, utterly intelligent, witty, gentle and dedicated husband…without whom (1) and (2) would be possible.
4. Family spread all over the globe, literally.
5. Having everything I need and realizing it is everything I want.
6. Getting a new perspective on life and actually being able to see things through a child’s eye once again.
7. Getting to celebrate both German Christmas and American Christmas this year.
8. Maternity leave has been pretty friggin’ great ;-)
9. Friends who have been there despite my ups and downs, not judging me or deserting me.
10. New friends who have given me so much wisdom and life skills this past year.
11. Having a husband who can cook, and is coming home from Germany TOMORROW (!!!!), who will get me away from this last two week’s horrible meals of Lean Cuisines, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and nuked potatoes…

The last of the Lean Cuisines... thank god


12. Knowing it isn’t worth it to hold grudges, harbor jealousy, compare myself to others, dwell on the past or fear for the future.

What’s for dinner? Don’t ask

Okay, I was putting off showing what I’ve been eating the last few days, mainly out of embarrassment and a bit of laziness. But I did promise I’d be real on this blog and not sugarcoat or embellish. SO, here it is. Here’s the gist of the meals I’ve eaten in the last few days since my hubby’s gone to Germany.
It’s not like I’m broke, or depressed (well, okay, a LITTLE) or unable to cook up something scrumptious. I’ve just sort of lost my kitchen mojo and I’ve also had some REALLY bizarre cravings the last few days (those who say pregnancy cravings go away in the second trimester are sadly mistaken. Or I’m a freak ;-) )
Mrs. Cubberson’s turkey stuffing bread cubes on top of microwave scrambled eggs and green beans? Basil and cheese melted on, gasp, “fake” wheat pre-sliced bread? Freezer-burned chocolate chip-cayenne pepper (yes, really) drop cookies left over from my shower? You get the picture. It’s time to get back in the kitchen and it’s time to FOLLOW RECIPES!
In the meantime, I’m naughtily enjoying the food porn my husband’s sending me from home in Bavaria, knowing full well that in just one week I’ll be eating like a human being again. I guess I should celebrate this ability to throw whatever the heck I like in a bowl and nuke it. It won’t ever happen again.

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On a better note, today was the first day of December and the day I got to start opening all three of the advent calendars we have on display at home: One for Christian, one for me and one for all three of us (okay, I opened all of them for us since Christian’s not here and Hannah is here but not really here, lol). I also lit the first candle of our advent wreath while I had lunch (if you call it lunch) and played some Christmas music for me and for Hannah. I’m so into the Christmas spirit this year it almost hurts! I haven’t felt this way about Christmas since I was about 10 years old, practicing running up our spiral staircase to make it the fastest into the living room to open presents.
This year is going to be a blow-out Christmas, even if I’m in the maternity ward at the time. The nurses and staff will be LUCKY to have me as their patient! :-) (yes, I’ve already thought of little “gifts” for the hospital staff. God, I’m turning into Martha Stewart…)

‘Tis better to give…

I really believe that, at least according to the massive stack of Christmas gifts in our living room corner I’ve already gotten. I’m just about done with Christmas shopping, and it isn’t even Thanksgiving or Black Friday. Now THAT is something to be grateful for! The only present I have to get is for Christian and for that, I’m waiting for him to leave town for two weeks. Otherwise, he’s definitely going to sniff out my present(s).
But in all seriousness, I really get soooo much more joy out of watching OTHERS open presents than I do opening presents. NOT that I don’t enjoy getting gifts (who doesn’t?), I just really feel such joy seeing the joy on someone else’s face when they open presents I’ve picked out for them.
Today I got, and I gave, and I felt great in both scenarios. Two family friends gave us a handmade blanket and handmade pink cap for Hannah. Both of these items are definite heirloom items, to be enjoyed for generations. It really took my breath away, and was so special because it was specifically made with Hannah in mind. Tempted to sleep with the blanket myself, but I reluctantly placed it in the basket beneath Hannah’s bassinet, ready for her arrival.
Christian is having a work Thanksgiving party tomorrow, which will be combined with a diaper shower for one of his co-workers. Since I received an AMAZING diaper cake at my shower…and it was the TALK of the shower!… I summoned the courage to attempt making one myself for Christian to give it to his co-worker, who is also expecting a girl about a week before we are. Here’s my humble attempt, but I’m not too disappointed in my first-time effort. Makes me think I might try some more!

What is YOUR wish for Christmas? And yes, we all want world peace and joy…but what material item are you really hoping Santa brings to you this year?

Culinary Travel Part IV: Austria

Last night was Christian’s choice for what country we would “visit” for dinner, and he chose Austria. His choice meant that he would make the entree and I would make the appetizer and dessert. Now, I don’t know that much about Austria other than the Von Trapp Family and that the country is known for it’s amazing tortes and coffee. And the fact that Christian’s home town is only about an hour away from the border of Austria made me feel he really had an unfair advantage ;-)
As an appetizer, I made what I seem to be best at lately: a soup. Paprika soup to be exact:

Austrian Paprika soup
3 Slices Bacon — diced
1 Large Onion — chopped
2 Large Green Pepper — chopped
1 Tablespoon Flour
1 Tablespoon Paprika
6 Cups Beef Broth
1/4 Teaspoon Salt
4 Large Potato — diced
1/2 Cup Sour Cream
Directions Saute bacon, onion and peppers for 10 minutes. drain grease. add flour and paprika and cook for 2 minutes. add broth, salt and potatoes. simmer for 20 minutes or until potatoes are done. pour into soup bowls and top with sour cream.
Serves 4

I pretty much followed the above directions except for the fact that I added WAY more paprika than recommended AND I added some of the liquids and fat left over from cooking a pork shoulder in my Crock Pot to the veggies before adding the beef broth. Christian’s verdict? “A KEEPER.” He loved it, but I felt like I cheated because it was so easy. Wow. I have a calling, and it’s stews and soups.

Christian’s entree? He made Krautfleckerln, a pasta dish of sorts, with white cabbage and bacon. Deliciousness! And really so simple. I could have possibly even been successful at it:

Zutaten für 3 Portion:
Kopf Weißkraut
1 TL Zucker
1 Schuss Fett oder Öl
1 Zwiebel gewürfelt
500 g Fleckerl
1 Prise Salz
1 Prise Pfeffer

Die Nudeln im Salzwasser bissfest kochen, abseiehen und mit kaltem Wasser abschrecken. Die Zwiebel im Fett anrösten, Zucker dazugeben, Kraut in feine Streifen schneiden und dazugeben.

Alles zugedeckt dünsten lassen und mit Salz und Pfeffer abschmecken. Bei Bedarf etwas Wasser nachleeren. Zum Schluss die Fleckerlnudeln zugeben und mit Blattsalat servieren.

Wenn man mag, kann man auch Schinken oder Speck dazugeben (am Anfang im Öl anbraten).

Desserts always, always trip me up. And, after my last dessert attempt of dumplings, you’d think I would have had the common sense to stay away from dumplings. But noooooo, I had to fall in love with the very thought of potato-plum dumplings (god knows I wouldn’t ever consider making a torte!). Now, while the dumplings were a hit, we both agreed that dispensing of the potatoes and just using regular dough would have certainly made it a runaway winner. But it certainly was eaten, and that is what counts!

INGREDIENTS:
4 large russet potatoes
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon butter, softened
2 eggs, beaten
1/4 cup farina
1 cup all-purpose flour, or as needed

12 Italian prune plums
12 cubes white sugar

1/2 cup butter, melted
1/4 cup white sugar
1 cup dry bread crumbs

additional melted butter and sugar for
garnish (optional)
DIRECTIONS:
1. Scrub potatoes, and place them into a large pot with enough water to cover. bring to a boil, and cook until tender, about 40 minutes. Drain, and cool. When potatoes are cool enough to handle, peel, and press through a ricer into a large bowl. Set aside to cool. This part of the process can be done as much as one day in advance.
2. In a large bowl, mix together the prepared potatoes, salt, egg, and 1 tablespoon of butter until well blended. Gradually stir in the farina, and then the flour. If dough is still wet, more flour can be mixed in. Turn dough out onto a floured surface, and knead until smooth, about 5 to 10 minutes.
3. Split open each plum where it cracks, and remove the pit. Replace each pit with a sugar cube, and close.
4. On a floured surface, roll out the dough to 1/4 inch thickness. Cut into twelve 3 inch squares. Place one plum into each square, and bring the corners around to the top. Pinch together all of the seams to seal.
5. Bring a large pot of water to a slow boil. Place about 4 dumplings into the water at a time. Once they float to the surface, continue to cook them for about 5 more minutes. Transfer cooked dumplings to a covered bowl, and keep warm.
6. Melt the remaining 1/2 cup of butter in a small skillet over medium heat. Stir in bread crumbs, and 1/4 cup of sugar. Continue to cook and stir until browned. Remove the bread crumbs to a plate, and roll warm dumplings in the mixture until entirely coated. To serve, place a dumpling or two on a plate, sprinkle with a little sugar and a little extra melted butter, if desired.

We enjoyed our Austrian meal with a background of Mozart and afterwards watched (or Christian watched…I inevitably fell asleep not out of boredom but out of pregnancy) “The Counterfeiters,” a movie not based in Austria but staring an Austrian actor (Blockbuster isn’t the best place to look for an Austrian film). I HAD suggested “The Sound of Music,” lol.

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Christian leaves Thursday, but in terms of edible food (i.e. me not living on PBJ sandwiches or Lean Cuisine) I’m covered. In fact, TOO covered. We have frozen meals packed to the ceiling and I almost feel I’ll need to have a party to get rid of all the meals we’ve stockpiled. I’ll be a well-fed mamma while he’s gone. Christian made some incredible meals the last few days. I will not, will not, will not step on that scale until my next doctor’s appointment! Here’s some of his cooking efforts (successes):

Culture shock

31 weeks and 2 days here! The countdown begins

I have spent the last two Christmases in Bavaria, but this time I must stay here in El Paso to await the imminent arrival of Hannah, our daughter. I’m on the “no-fly” list because she’ll be due just about a week or so after Christmas.
Christian leaves for Bavaria Nov. 25 for two weeks (he gets back Dec. 8) to visit his family he hasn’t seen for almost a year, so I’ll have to hold the fort (and hold in Hannah!!!) while he’s gone. He’ll most likely miss the Christkindlmarkt this year, having to return to the States before those begin, but he and I will celebrate a bicultural Christmas, with both German and American customs and family traditions honored. But here is where I may seem like a bit of a traitor to my heritage…
I think I really DO prefer the German Christmas tradition! Maybe it was the bucolic setting of my last two Christmases, STRAIGHT out of a child’s book: Tall pine forests, a thick blanket of snow, eerily quiet cobblestone streets; families carrying packages of.. NOT gifts in huge Target or Wally World bags… but Stollen, breads and pastries for their families; the smell of incense, gingerbread, Glühwein, chestnuts and roasted goose; and of course Christkindlmarkt, which focused on family, not commerce or the newest video games or “must have” fashion accessory.
I LOVED the fact that gifts are small and simple, and not a competition. I loved the lighting of the advent candles and the children opening their advent calendar windows. I loved Kaffee und Kuchen by the wood heater, looking at the quaint Christmas tree and listening to Bavarian Christmas music, LIVE, strummed on the guitar by my husband. Oh, and the amazing goose for dinner, the goose raised just a block away from where it would be served…
Then there’s the American Christmas. Don’t get me wrong… I have amazing, lovely memories of Christmases past. It’s just that, well, it’s really not about family so much as it is for consumerism, to me. Prove me wrong and tell me how your family avoids the shopping madness or creates customs…I do enjoy Christmas, but I guess the older I get, the more I just want simplicity and serenity. I’m not looking for the “Black Friday” sales or Wii games or how many parties I get invited to! And Christmas in El Paso, Texas, isn’t quite a winter wonderland!
Yesterday I attended the Junior League of El Paso’s annual Christmas Fair. It used to be held at the El Paso Country Club, and as a child it was a MUST to attend both days of the fair, stay all day long, and play with the toys and drink the spicy cider and hot chocolate. Then it got a bit corporate, moved to the Convention Center, and frankly, lost its appeal for me. I didn’t go for years. Well, yesterday I was nostalgic, so I went with my mom and brother to check it out and see if it had regained any of its old country charm. Alas, no. It was themed “Christmas in New York,” although I had a hard time buying their version of Rockefeller Center or the hot dog vendors.. lol.
I did find some cute items for Christmas at a German shop, as well as a Russian doll… and I managed to NOT go for the highly fashionable and expensive handmade sweater coat… so all was not lost. But it sure wasn’t Christkindlmarkt (the one in Frankfurt last year just blew me away with all the eye candy! But so did the one in Christian’s home town, Rohr. IT was tiny but straight out of a fairy tail).
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Before the market, mom, my brother and I had lunch at Tara Thai, a restaurant in Kern Place I’ve been to twice but thoroughly enjoyed. It was one of those days when no matter what I ordered they were out of, or it “wasn’t ready.” But I managed to come out on top with a delicious iced Thai coffee (DON’T TELL ME how many calories are in that luscious drink. I care not to know!) and Larb, a VERY spicy chopped chicken salad served with sticky rice. I burned a hole in my esophagus and cured my congestion with that one, but it was well worth it.

OKAY, my German ex-pats in America or American ex-pats in Germany… HOW ARE YOU CELEBRATING THE HOLIDAYS Bi-CULTURALLY???? What traditions will you share?

Little miracles

Yesterday a little miracle happened. I’d been to Albertson’s to grocery shop, drove 10 minutes home, unloaded the groceries, and got in my Jeep to go meet my mom for lunch. I reached into my purse and realized my wallet was missing. Instantly that deep feeling of pure nausea and dread swallowed me because I knew immediately where it was… still in the shopping cart, the one I’d left in the parking lot. I drove like a bat out of hell (but within the speed limit) back up to Albertson’s, and ran to the first employee I came across. No dice. He didn’t know about any wallet. Already I was going through everything I had in my wallet… my original Social Security card, my credit card, my driver’s license, my Medicaid card, my debit card, my WIC card, my Delta frequent fliers card, my AAA card, my Blockbuster video card, my perinatologist appointment card, about $40 in cash, my Sparkasse Bank card… basically everything I need to function in this world!
I ran inside and asked the second employee…. BINGO! “Yeah, we turned one in to customer service.” I wanted to kiss this stranger full on the lips out of sheer gratitude and shock. You see, NOTHING like that ever happens in El Paso. A dropped wallet, even for a minute, is a GONE wallet. Mine was “gone” for about 20 minutes, with everything still inside. I am converted to optimism. Not that I didn’t learn my lesson, though!
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That wallet episode was a sign for me in other ways. I’d been having a stressed out day, thinking about a multitude of things at once, grieving the fact that my husband leaves in less than a month for Germany, for two whole weeks, around the time I’m due to give birth (well, three weeks before I’m due, but ouch that’s close), worrying about things I can’t even control… you know, all that hormonal stuff. The little wallet miracle put some things into perspective for me, such as… take things one step at a time, have faith, your family/husband/friends are your life, not your possessions….
You probably see on “Oprah” or “Dr. Phil” or any other new-age self-help guru’s website or books the suggestion to keep a “Gratitude List” on hand to write down each and every thing you are grateful for. I started this blog with a “Foodie Gratitude List” but I really would be interested to hear about what YOU are grateful for today!
I for one am grateful for my health. I am 39 years old, 7 months pregnant, full of energy and vitality… and yet just a few years ago was extremely ill, alone and without a sense of purpose.
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Last night was sort of a mish-mash night, with each of us eating leftovers for dinner to make space in the freezer for some new groceries. Christian went with cream of corn soup and a pastrami sandwich, and I had penne pasta with chicken and half of the vegetarian sandwich I’d had at lunch with my mom. This week, however, Christian has promised to make his Schweinebraten, Sauerkraut und Semmelknodeln for me, and I’ve decided on Ireland as our next “destination” dinner for our Culinary Travels weekly event. I’ll try to stray away from the ubiquitous corned beef and cabbage, thankyouverymuch…