Thursday, October 30, 2014

Crispy Lima Bean Frizzle....and How Childhood Visits to a Historic Village Shaped My Life.

Not too long ago, I took myself on a little overnight R&R trip to the city I called home for the first 18 years of life.
I love those hours I am treated to a couple of times a year and love that my husband pushes me out the door; away from my duties as CEO, wife and mom for just a bit.

I didn't have plans when I pulled out of the driveway. Just a hotel booked and an overnight bag.
The day couldn't have been more perfect for a road trip.

I stopped at the bookstore and bought a How To Learn French CD (two notes here: 1. No, it never dawned on me that podcasts are created for such things until my husband told me. 2. Yes, I took French in high school and only remember "if fait froid" and "il fait chaud" thanks to a high school French teacher that was a little obsessive about the weather.)
With my French CD and a few new magazines (is it really possible to get out of a bookstore with just one item), I got on a long stretch of highway and thought about what would be next. There was a 7pm minor league baseball game that night....which was sold out when I called for tickets. Bummer.

I considered going to a movie, shopping, art museums....all indoors and a terrible way to spend a gorgeous Saturday afternoon.

Then I remembered one of my favorite childhood places. A historic village, replicating life in our State back in the 1800's. Bingo. I felt a tinge of guilt going someplace that I knew the kids would love. Still I forged ahead with my solo-date.

Let me just say....a lot changes over time, doesn't it? Those places that we have our fondest memories of~ when visited later in life, are dreadfully disappointing.  Thankfully this wasn't the case when I stepped through the welcome gates at the historic village and literally transported....not back to the 1800's but back to my most cherished memories.

I have an interesting sort of childhood. Good and bad...don't we all? Although the older I get, the more I learn that some of my 'bads' might have been a bit badder than some. And that's OK. I've never been one for crutches or excuses~ life is what you make of it.

At any rate, this day, while peaking into the schoolhouse, the pharmacy, the blacksmith's shop, the millinery store.....I had the most awakening experience I've had in quite a long time. It actually sort of blew my mind.

As I walked through this replica town that gave me some of my most beautiful, exciting memories as a young girl, I discovered.....I discovered that I had imbedded those feelings and images of comfort and happiness that this place gave me and I carried them through to my life as an adult.

And I never realized it until that very moment.

In essence, what I find most comforting and beautiful in my homestead that I have been creating for my husband and boys for over 15 years now, are those visual elements that I looked forward to so much as a child.

A couple of phone pics I took that day at the village.

Isn't that BIZARRE!?!?!?!

Reality is...maybe its not so bizarre.

People so often ask me (especially those that know my family history), where I've come to possess such a passion for food~ for homemaking~ for creating home. There isn't a straightforward answer I can give. I'm really not sure what that evolutionary process has been except that there have been little things along the way in this journey of Megan Smith's life that I guess I cling to (unknowingly) and have built upon.

Both my maternal grandmother and grandfather were deaf. They were divorced but lived in the same deaf community~ where I spent a lot of my early childhood while my single mom worked across town. I knew just a bit of sign language....pretty much just the alphabet. So communicating with my grandma was a matter of signing out each word. And as a 5 year old~ holy moly that takes a while. C-A-N  I  H-A-V-E  A  D-R-I-N-K?  I  W-A-N-T  T-O  G-O  O-U-T-S-I-D-E.

It was an arduous communication process at best.

Needless to say, there was a lot of silence in my childhood. Which is probably why I'm a rather quiet person now.

My grandmother wasn't necessarily a homemaker~ she lived in a teeny tiny apartment community, almost like a retirement community, where meals were provided in a cafeteria downstairs. But I do remember her footstool which opened into a sewing kit. And I remember her recipes. I don't recall her ever mixing anything in her little kitchen except for pitchers of Tang (remember that drink!?) ....but she did have recipes.

After she died, my mom brought my grandma's belongings to our house. I gathered her recipes~ many of them handwritten, a lot of them cut out from the local newspaper too. And I started cataloging them. I was around 9 years old.

I kept it up until I left home at 18. I would sit down each week with the Sunday paper, open to the food section and clip the recipes from the week. I would tape them to index cards and then file them under the appropriate letter. At some point, I was gifted a word processor and I typed out a few of the easy ones. I felt so grown-up doing that.

I still have those recipes. All of them. And this blog, now nearly 10 years along, is a reflection of the passion I have for the pleasure and joy that food brings~ a nod, most poignantly, to those quiet, early years with my grandmother.

In our new home I have an old, white, wooden, drop-leaf table and chair that sit right under the window. Next to it I keep my cookbook collection. I have always wanted a cookbook nook in my house. Now I have it. And I find myself there each day after work, while the boys do homework, looking through my recipes~ filing, organizing, creating, planning....just like I did as a child.

And I love it so.

One recipe I ran across this week in those old index card boxes was a recipe for lima beans. At the Smith Homestead we're in a week of 'try one new thing a day.' Lima beans are definitely new for my crew. I took the basic recipe for lima beans that I had typed out two decades ago, and built on it to create this side dish.

The results were delicious. Each element added from the beans to the sprouts to the squash were crisped up and flavored perfectly. There's a little touch of sweetness at the end. Don't neglect that. It makes the magic in your mouth.

Crispy Lima Bean, Brussels Sprouts and Butternut Squash Frizzle
  • friz·zle  [ frĂ­zz'l ] : to sizzle while frying or cooking, or fry or cook something so that it sizzles

  • 2 cups julienned fresh Brussels sprouts
    2 cups frozen (or fresh, if you can find them) fordhook lima beans
    1 cup butternut squash, peeled and then sliced super thin with a mandolin or vegetable peeler. Then diced.

    3 Tbsp. coconut oil
    salt & pepper to taste
    2 Tbsp. Sweet Chili Sauce
    *we use Mae Ploy ( This is found nearly everywhere now in the Asian section of your local grocery store. If you don't have this or want to keep any around, substitute with honey.

    In a skillet, heat the coconut oil until hot. Add the Brussels sprouts and cook at a high heat (think like a stir-fry master...lots of stirring and tossing to get these veggies cooked quickly and crisply).

    Once the sprouts start to wilt, add the lima beans and squash. Continue to cook and watch closely for development of bright colors and a bit of crisping around the edges of the sprout leaves and the flat sides of the lima beans. Gorgeous!

    Add a bit of salt and pepper towards the end of the frizzling process (I'm loving this word 'frizzle' right now.) Taste for doneness and flavor.

    When all is right in terms of bursts of flavor in your mouth, turn off the heat and add the sweet chili sauce (or honey). Stir to combine.

    Now eat up! This is great hot, room temperature or during next-days lunch right out of the fridge.


    Friday, October 24, 2014

    Curried Turkey Meatballs and The Choice to Always Be a Homemaker

    Autumn is here in our sleepy town of Oakwood. I'm sitting in my sunny upstairs bedroom with windows on both sides opened, listening to the neighbors crunch the fallen leaves as they take their morning walk to town for a cuppa and a scone at the best little English tea shop. 

    These mornings are usually only ones for the weekends~ as I am rushing out the door alongside the boys and Mike to get to the studio (3 blocks away) for work during the week.
    Today is a luxury~ Issue seven just headed to print yesterday and so I will savor this mug of coffee and bowl of overnight oats with pumpkin a little more slowly.
    I am often asked if life is still 'normal' for us. And by that I know what they mean. What they want to know is, 'are you too busy to do homemaking anymore?" My answer is always "no".

    Can you ever really leave behind a passion that is written on your heart?
    I surely hope not.
    In my case it is impossible.

    Creating home is my ethos. Simplicity with purpose makes sense to me. Candlelit family dinners around our farm table are a foundational practice for our family. Baking with my boys brings me greater joy than any issue hot off the press ever will. And curling up for Masterpiece Mystery with Mr. Handsome will always give me butterflies.

    The magazine is a beautiful addition to my already full life.

    A few weeks ago I was tucking Ezra under the covers for sleep. He looked up in a moment of seriousness (rare for this giggle box of an 8 year old boy) and asked, "Do you think you'll do the magazine forever?" Immediately mom-guilt set in. "Poor boy", I thought, "he misses having me home. My travel schedule must really be getting to him finally...... (my mind did several laps around this sort of thinking in a matter of seconds.)
    My question back to him was, "do you miss having mommy home?" His response took me back. And it filled my heart with gratitude for such an amazing set of men I get to have in my life everyday. His response was this- " I hope you always do the magazine mom. It's so cool and it makes everyone who reads it really happy."

    Woah. How's that for affirmation?

    And indeed, it does make everyone happy. And that's an incredible job to go to each day.

    But our routine remains much the same, in essence, as it did three years ago. Boys go off to school~ leaving a house that looks just as quaint and "Smith-like" as ever; filled with family artwork, tattered antique furniture, loads of kitchen wares that get used often, and cozy quilts that we sink into each night.
    We still cook and bake and make things and play games and explore in nature and take road trips just for the heck of it.

    But the reality is that I am not a full time homemaker anymore. I put on heels and skirts and go to big-time meetings. I rush to the airport to catch flights, just to have them delayed and then sit people watching for hours in a smelly, outdated terminal. I prepare speeches to give to large audiences (gulp) and I set editorial calendars via Skype with my team.

    Nevertheless~ food and home are my comfort and they make our family feel connected.
    To keep them central, it is utterly essential to schedule them in a day.

    As of late, my routine is this: (if I'm in town....if I'm on a work trip, refer back to the sitting-in-terminals-waiting-on-delayed-flights bit)

    8am:Kiss the 4 boys and send them off to school/work before walking to the studio.
    For the next 7 hours: Work. This means conference calls, meetings, planning, designing, bookkeeping, dreaming, emailing, sketching, dictating, directing, signing, shipping.....
    3pm: Sign out of email. Put my phone away and give myself 10 minutes to plan the evening meal.
    3:15: Off to the grocery store.
    3:45: Pick up Otto at preschool
    4pm: Greet the boys who have just returned from school/the library on their bikes
    4-9pm: Solid family time. No work texts and emails. No checking on get the point.
    These hours are so precious to us all. We spend them wisely. Mike and I cook together and chat about the day. We help the boys with homework and give them their daily chores to complete. We set the table, light candles, sit and eat together. We create art in the evenings while listening to jazz (Canaan's favorite), we get lunches together for the next day. We laugh, we play, the boys wrestle their dad.

    That little bit of the day between 3-3:45 has become "me" time in my day. And I love it so. Its my decompression time between wearing my CEO hat and my Homemaker hat. I let myself linger in the aisles, not just grabbing the first mango chutney I see but slowing down enough to appreciate the massive selection of chutneys our little town grocery store offers. I talk to the butcher and I smile at people I pass. The one thing I don't allow myself to do is look at magazines in the check out lane :)

    I love the ritualistic nature of going to the store each day~ only buying what we need instead of loading up on what might spoil over the course of a week after a big grocery outing. I used to think that going to the store meant you spent more money on groceries. I'm finding the exact opposite to be true. We are spending less. Buying less snack foods and avoiding putting things in a cart with the 'we might want this this week' mentality.

    Below was last nights meal. I love Indian kids are still getting acclimated to the taste. They have grown to love Thai curry, the shift to Indian is a bit more of a process. Nonetheless, these meatballs are a great introduction for any palate to the flavors of Indian cuisine. They have a hint of sweetness from honey and just a touch of spice (not heat...just spice) to make your taste buds say 'oh hello!'.
    They are super easy to make and quick to bake. They completely fall into the 'healthy' category and will no doubt be consumed in massive quantities at your holiday party this year.

    A mild mango chutney is a great accompaniment for dipping them in. We added to the table, basmati rice that everyone could top with slivered almonds and a little batch of chicken curry for the Mr and the kids yet another chance to keep developing that palate for a curry other than Massaman.

    Curried Turkey Meatballs with Mango Chutney
    Recipe developed by Megan Smith; Art of Homemaking

    1lb lean ground turkey
    1/2 yellow onion, chopped finely
    1 Tbsp. mild curry
    2 tsp cumin
    2 tsp salt
    1 Tbsp honey
    2 tsp minced ginger (I buy the squeeze tube you can find in the fresh herb section of the store)
    1 egg
    1 cup breadcrumbs (I make my own with 2 slices of bread and my aging Cuisinart food processor)

    Mix all of the above ingredients in a bowl. Grab up 2 Tablespoon sized portions of the meat mixture into your palms and roll into tight balls. Place them on a parchment lined baking sheet.

    Bake the meatballs in a 350 degree oven for 15 minutes. After 15 minutes, break one meatball in half to check for doneness. If no longer pink in the middle, your little gems are ready for munching! But first....bump your oven onto the broil setting and leave the meatballs under a high broil setting for 1 minute to get them browned on top.

    Once removed from the oven, you can go above and beyond by brushing a bit of honey on the tops. Its just that extra step of TLC that'll make them shine (literally and figuratively).

    Serve them with some sweet, mild chutney (or spicy, of course!)

    They make a great appetizer, football watching noshing, or addition to a very cozy Indian meal.


    P.S. One more tidbit of advice....always keep some (freshly popped) popcorn around for munching during dinner has kept me many-a-times from sampling a whole plate of dinner before the meal :)
    Just no butter!


    Tuesday, September 02, 2014

    The Breakdown (and Rebuilding) of a Marriage

    Ok...I really didn't airbrush this. It uploaded with a haziness (weird.) Mike says he's excited about no wrinkles ;)
    Over the course of 8 years writing this blog, I haven’t steered clear of heavy topics.
    I love blogs for their realness. Yet often they take us, the reader, out of reality with their overly whimsical view of someone’s supposed daily life. My life is quite whimsical (to me) but also quite real. Like nitty-gritty real….no one escapes nitty-gritty real, right?
    The purpose of my blog has always been to document life here at The Smith Homestead….because I have a fantastically bad memory. The blog has been my source of memory-lane-walking over the years, a wonderful gift I’ve given to myself to keep it maintained and alive.
    Mixed into this life of food and family and home renovations and backyard parties and crafts and entrepreneurial ideas…all of which are REAL stuff….is the other real stuff. The layoffs, the financial struggles, the failures and missteps, the spiritual questions and heavy life issues that weigh heavily at points in the journey.
    Recently I’ve briefly shared about, but I want to dive in a bit deeper today, into something that hit our little homestead hard over the past 3 years.
    The discovery of rock bottom in our 15 year marriage.
    My brief mentioning’s have flooded my inbox and my FB messenger with notes from friends and readers who find that they too, are at their own rock bottom with their partner.
    So this post is a bit of a journey through what I have learned over the past year in particular and a bit of wisdom I’ve stumbled upon that just might resonate with another struggling at this same point in the journey. I’m not going to dive super deep into details…because blogs aren’t the place for that. But if you want to grab a cup of coffee and sit down for a chat, let me know. I had an amazing friend that walked this journey with me and I am eternally indebted to her and happy to pay it forward.
    Let me first say, I am learning more and more as I open up with others about this topic that this is really, really common. That isn’t to say it’s a good thing. But if you do find yourself in a place like I did….like we did… don’t ignore it. Don’t feel guilty about it. Don’t feel like a failure or wonder ‘what’s wrong with me?’.  Don’t run to the doctor for your first prescription of Zoloft and don’t start making drinks with friends after work the new norm.

    Monday, August 18, 2014

    Raw Carrot Cake Love

    I remember a few years ago when the idea of 'raw' food really started trending. Did any of you ever pick up a copy of this? I had one on my bookshelf.
    Never made a single thing out of it.

    As much as I'd love to fit into my jeans from senior year, have glowing skin for another three decades and a memory like a vault, I'm just not willing to say goodbye to all 'bad' foods. The thought of pizza not making an appearance in my life each week...well no words can describe the horrors.

    And along with pizza, cake plays a rather large role in my culinary life. Heck, I even figured out a way to weave its presence into a business magazine. Genius, right?

    Carrot cake is one of my favorites. The small British tea shop across the street from my office makes one of the best I've ever had. And my recipe, found in this Southern Living cookbook, isn't so shabby either.

    So why go and mess with a good thing by going 'raw' with it?
    Because this cake is pretty remarkable.
    No sugar, no flour, no vegetable oil, eggs or butter.

    The ingredients are simple.
    Carrots, dates, almonds, cashews, a splash of maple syrup.

    I literally crave this cake. Its my go-to quick breakfast (oatmeal is on hiatus until the first frost). And its my late night dessert.

    While snapping a few pictures last night at sundown, Otto showed up in the kitchen. Never before has he walked over to something I'm photographing and started digging in. But that's exactly what he did. My first instinct was to jump in..."Otto, mommy is photographing this. You need to wait, please." But I didn't. Instead I smiled as he loudly stated "Cake! It's my birthday!" (not true...rarely what he says lives in reality).

    So this four year old boy who had never eaten my raw carrot cake before and who has the least desire of any child I've ever known to venture out beyond peanut butter and jelly on white bread, dug into this piece of cake like it was a ten mile high chocolate birthday cake.

    His response?
    "This is awesome."
    And then he danced a little jig.

    I thought so too. Because if I can get my PB&J phene to eat dates, cashews and carrots without any trickery or hiding of ingredients involved, I'm game.  (scroll below for recipe)

    Beyond food, life is beautiful here. And a beautiful mess...depending on the day and the situation at hand.

    We'll attend a funeral this week for a family member that left before any of us were ready to say goodbye. That's tough. And the boys head back to school tomorrow (6th and 3rd grade) and that's hard on this mama who isn't ready to send them off.

    But we are well~ carving out time for often breakfasts on the back porch, celebrating with popcorn-making for finally getting the pilot light in our 1920's stove to work in the kitchen, taking long hikes near our house and mowing the lawn between conference calls at the office.


    Raw Carrot Cake with Cashew Frosting


    Cashew frosting

    2 cups raw cashews, soaked for 30 minutes in hot water

    2 tablespoons lemon juice

    2 tablespoons coconut oil, melted

    1/3 cup maple syrup (or sweetener of choice)

    Warm water, as needed

    Carrot Cake

    2 large carrots, peeled and roughly chopped

    1 1/2 cups almond meal

    2 cup medjool dates, seeds removed

    1/2 cup organic shredded or desiccated coconut (optional)

    1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

    1 tsp salt (optional…helps bring out flavors so I like to add it)



    1. To make the frosting, blend all ingredients in your blender (high speed preferably) until smooth, adding in some water as needed. *

    2. To make the cake, chop the carrots into small pieces and then throw into your food processor with the other cake ingredients and pulse until it's all in really small pieces and sticks together. *

    3. To assemble, put half of the cake mix into the bottom of a lined spring-form cake pan and press firmly with a spoon. Then spread on about 1/3 of the frosting. Then place into the freezer until the frosting is hard.

    4. Then put the rest of the cake mix into the pan and press firmly with your fingers or the bottom of a glass.

    5. The put the remainder of the frosting into the cake pan and place back into the freezer until the frosting is hard.

    6. Either leave in the freezer or store in the refrigerator. When ready to serve, take out of the freezer and let stand at room temperature until a knife goes through smoothly. If storing in the fridge, slice and enjoy immediately.  

    * I’ve made this in my food processor as well. It will work, just won’t have quite the same smooth consistency. Set aside.

    *If you don’t have a food processor, you could shred the carrots and dice the dates and mix by hand.



    Wednesday, August 06, 2014

    Rosemary Buttermilk Biscuits

    Despite being sans traditional kitchen set up right now, baking hasn't fallen too far to the wayside. Fingers in dough is a form of stress relieving therapy for me. Even before we bought a little counter top convection oven I was grilling pita bread and pizza dough as often as I could.
    This weekend we took brunch to a family across the street with a sweet little baby girl welcomed into their fold of two older sisters. Thinking of what to feed a total of 9 mouths with my grill and counter top convection oven proved to be a fun challenge. In the end, I settled for homemade granola with yogurt and berries and grilled sausage patties on flaky rosemary cheddar biscuits. Easily made, easily transportable.
    The recipe is adapted from who knows where. I've kept a 3-ring binder now for 15 years of odds and end recipes with my notes in the margins. Newspaper and magazine clippings, handwritten recipes from those light bulb/improv-in-the-kitchen moments, recipes passed down from friends and family…it’s a huge hodgepodge of crazy and its one of my most treasured bits of goodness.
    I have added chopped rosemary from my kitchen window herb garden, to the recipe along with a few tweaks here and there to make these a bit more billowy and flaky. They are super, super simple. I often mix the dry ingredients the night before, chop my butter and keep it wrapped in the fridge and then in the morning~ between groggy eyed sips of coffee I simply assemble, roll out, cut and bake.

    Rosemary Buttermilk Biscuits ~ Yields 12-14 biscuits

    4 cups AP flour (I use White Lily for biscuits)
    4 Tbsp. chopped dried or fresh rosemary
    4 tsp. baking powder
    4 tsp. sugar
    1.5 tsp baking soda
    1 tsp. salt
    1.5 sticks unsalted butter, chopped into small pieces
    1 cup shredded sharp cheddar
    1.5 cups cold buttermilk

    Preheat oven to 450 degrees.
    Whisk together the dry ingredients except for the chopped rosemary. Blend in the butter with a pastry cutter or your fingers until the dry ingredients resemble clumped sand. Stir in the grated cheese and then dump the buttermilk into the bowl. Mix with a wooden spoon until incorporated and a dough ball begins to form.
    At this point, dump the dough onto a floured surface and knead gently a dozen times or so until it a cohesive dough ball but absolutely DO NOT over knead or else your beautiful little balls of butter will start to melt from the heat of your hands. That’s a no no.
    Pat the dough (or gently roll) until it is around 1.5” in thickness. Cut the biscuits with a cutter (I use a square cutter from King Arthur Flour.)
    Arrange them about 1 inch apart on a parchment lined baking sheet. Bake until golden brown and the biscuits are cooked through, about 15 minutes.

    Remove from the oven, split and fill with any goodies your groggy-eyed-self desires. And don’t forget to share with the neighbors….


    Monday, August 04, 2014

    Unpacking and Rediscovering Home

    I had forgotten how long it takes for a new city, a new street…a new house to feel like home. For some, it may happen as soon as the first box reveals something familiar to place on a shelf. For takes a bit more. In fact, we lived in Lexington nearly a decade and it wasn't until our last couple of years that everything finally ‘clicked.’ Relationships flourished, our favorite dinner spots had been deemed, I knew what racks to hit at the shops for the best sales, my secret parking spot downtown was always open for me, school days and soccer schedules felt routine… things became…should I dare say, easy?

    But change is good, right?

    And my life is always FULL of change thanks to this daily bit of goodness. And because of that, home is one thing I’ve come to rely on for my ‘ease’ factor in life…when all else is in beautiful chaos and unpredictability.
    But we said goodbye to Lexington nearly 6 months ago. Goodbye to those routines and parking spots and great sale finds, weekly outings with girlfriends I didn't want to say goodbye to and to our favorite take-out Chinese spot, Pete's Wok.
    And we headed off for a new city, a new street, a new house.

    Ezra's rooster of my favorite things. 

    Our city is really quaint. Like Mayberry quaint. We have the ice cream shop and the tea shop and the independent grocery store and even a bonafide toy shop. (I’ll give you a tour someday soon.)
    Our street is even more amazing. We have incredible neighbors who offer us tools for our endless projects (getting to that…), bake us bread, invite us for backyard barbecues, put our naughty escape-artist dogs back over the fence when they get out, chat with our kids and leave fresh cucumbers on the front porch while we’re out running errands. 

    The orange cone...the city beautification team has come to our street this week.
    Artwork~ AspenMark on Etsy

    Our house is a blessing. Because to complain about anything that provides a roof over our head and shelter from storms and heat and cold would be ridiculously bratty.
    When we bought this 1920’s house, it hadn't been cared for in many years. The care it did receive was surface level at best and that caretaker must have really had a penchant for dark caramel color. Because no wall or trim paint was given reprieve from its hue.
    This singular element alone made me second guess the purchase. I have since found out there are many many more that should have caused me greater concern than poor design decisions.

    But I digress.

    Over the past 3 months, when not landing in a new city to speak or have meetings, or I’m not in the office with interns or hiking at the park with the boys, I am painting. Coat after coat after coat after coat. I really have no fondness for painting at all. So this, my dears, is a true labor of love and testament of my character.
    12 weeks later and the painting is nearly done. Two to three coats of paint on every wall, window and door frame. Ceilings are next, I think I need a professional for that. Two rooms left…we’ll tackle those someday down the road when my hand releases from its cramping. 
    But at least now I can breathe. Lightness is like air to my creativity and productivity. Necessary, not optional.  
    And speaking of productivity....

    We gutted our kitchen down to the studs. GUTTED. We had no clue what that would mean in actuality and some days I think the 1980’s IKEA kitchen with bing cherry colored walls and black, white  and mirrored tile back splash may have been better than the discovery of faulty wiring and plumbing issues. 

    Its coming along slowly. The stove is a recent find, gifted to us by our Realtor as a welcoming gift to our new house. Can you believe that?! Seriously this is Mayberry, people.

    Until last week we operated the new The Smith Homestead with no sink, stove or oven. We are still sans oven/stove until the gas line gets installed. Our meals are made on the grill most days. Or we eat simply with salads and cereal and toast with peanut butter. And of course there's the local pizza place that we frequent far more than we should.

    We've never been microwave people…that poses a challenge with reheating my crock pot steel cut oats the following mornings. But we did finally invest in a little counter top convection oven a couple of weeks ago. That has revolutionized meal time while we lay flooring, smooth out drywall and install cabinets.
    Of course, no renovation would be complete without delays. Our counter tops may never make their arrival….so we improvised and installed plywood. Not just any  plywood though…this gem came from the base of Ezra’s bed in Lexington….it made the trek because as we were moving we saw he had, at some point, crawled under his bed and with red marker wrote “I love Isabelle.” It made us smile…and still does.

    Mayberry still doesn’t quite feel like home yet. Neither does the new Smith Homestead. Mike always turns the wrong way on our street coming home and I can’t remember the names of some of my neighbors even though they know mine (that drives me nuts.) We did find good Chinese though.
    Slowly the boxes are getting unpacked and this little house of ours is getting the first touches of home. The most important of those being memories and relationships…which I have to keep reminding myself will take time to build. 

    Even in the kitchen mess...a small spot of organization and beauty is a must. 

    Our morning breakfasts at our long farm table, games of Sorry and Clue (our new summer favorites), Otto’s endless laps around the downstairs with Sherlock and Watson at his heels, early morning coffee and late night peppermint tea in our tiny corner bedroom…this is the good stuff. This is becoming home.