31 July 2012

Pass 'da pasta

the last day of July


"Loud is the summer's busy song
The smallest breeze can find a tongue,
While insects of each tiny size
Grow teasing with their melodies,
Till noon burns with its blistering breath
Around, and day lies still as death."
-  John Clare, July 

Not two days ago I took these pictures of this scrumptious dinner.

I made it. I'm so on a cooking jag.



I ran out of shredded mozzarella to top the casserole so I shredded Cow Pals. Yup, that totally did the trick. Mozzarella/string cheese, Parmesan and cream cheese made up the three. Cheeses. 

Three-Cheese Chicken Penne Pasta Bake

what you need

1-1/2
cups  multi-grain penne pasta, uncooked
1
pkg.  (9 oz.) fresh spinach leaves
1
lb.  boneless skinless chicken breasts, cut into bite-size pieces
1
tsp.  dried basil leaves
1
can  (14-1/2 oz.) diced tomatoes, drained
1
jar  (14 oz.) spaghetti sauce
2
oz.  (1/4 of 8-oz. pkg.) PHILADELPHIA Neufchatel Cheese, cubed
1
cup  KRAFT 2% Milk Shredded Mozzarella Cheese, divided
2
Tbsp.  KRAFT Grated Parmesan Cheese

make it

HEAT oven to 375ºF.
COOK pasta in large saucepan as directed on package, omitting salt and adding spinach to the boiling water for the last minute.
MEANWHILE, cook and stir chicken and basil in large nonstick skillet sprayed with cooking spray on medium-high heat 3 min. Stir in tomatoes and spaghetti sauce; bring to boil. Simmer on low heat 3 min. or until chicken is done. Stir in Neufchatel.
DRAIN pasta mixture; return to pan. Stir in chicken mixture and 1/2 cup mozzarella; pour into 2-qt. casserole sprayed with cooking spray.
BAKE 20 min. or until heated through; top with remaining cheeses. Bake 3 min. or until mozzarella is melted.


































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Oh. My. Gosh. It's good.

30 July 2012

Desperate passage? Or strait and narrow...

I was interested to hear recounted in Sacrament meeting yesterday a short version of the passage of the Donner Party, folks from Illinois, Missouri, Tennessee, Iowa, and Ohio organized under George and Jacob Donner who set out on a journey to a better life.



It met disaster within one day of the last mountain pass into California.

In May 1847, shortly after her rescue from her snowbound encampment, thirteen-year-old survivor of perhaps the worst disaster in pioneering times, Virginia Reed, wrote to her cousin in Illinois this message: “Never take no cutof[f]s and hur[r]y along as fast as you can.” From a talk given by Elaine Jack, former General Relief Society President, in 1993 come these lessons to be learned:

Lesson One: “Never Take No Cutoffs”

The Donner party did take bad advice at Fort Bridger in Wyoming where they'd arrived after uneventful travel, starting from there on an unproven shortcut through the Wasatch Mountains, across the salt flats south of the Great Salt Lake, over the Humboldt River, then over the Sierra Nevadas, intending to carve 300 miles and many days from the proven route. What reportedly would take a week took thirty days: The Hastings Cutoff led into a blind canyon. The stretch across the Salt Flats was almost twice the distance indicated, not forty but seventy miles.

Lesson Two: Travel Light

The men and women in the group were of means. They brought along many - too many - possessions in heavy wagons which slowed progress and finally had to be abandoned as water and rations became far more valuable than tables and chairs.

Lesson Three: Anger, Derision, and Contention Thwart Our Progress

Anger and friction delayed and divided the Donner party on their journey.

Lesson Four: “Hurry Along As Fast As You Can”

The group was so exhausted crossing the salt flats and the Sierra Nevadas that they stopped to rest. They squandered their last week of good weather by gathering strength for the final days of their journey. Then it snowed - the party was one day short of clearing the final mountain pass when early storms in late October buried them in snow depths of more than twenty feet.



Lesson Five: Sometimes We Need to Be Rescued

How long has it been since we made someone’s day—or made a very bad day just a little bit better?

The Last Lesson: Journeys Are Packed with Troubles

Sister Jack continues this last lesson... "Although our experiences cannot be compared to the Savior’s suffering as he wrought the Atonement, that concept of Gethsemane speaks to my heart. We all face monumental periods in our lives when we turn to the Lord and pour out our souls, for the pain is too great for us to stand alone. Sharing our burdens with our Savior is part of the process of perfection.

This life is a spiritual journey. There are lessons to be learned. Young Virginia Reed cautioned against taking shortcuts, and she was wise. Shortcuts only deflect us from the [strait and] narrow trail. We must travel light, be kind to everyone, and hear with our hearts when someone needs us. Holding our heads high amid troubles, we can find comfort in the cry, “All is well.” The Lord hears our prayers. He knows our needs.

We have nothing to fear from the journey; we are on a well-marked path that leads home—all the way home—to our Father in Heaven."

29 July 2012

I'm trying

Stephanie (link) posted "Happy Summer" on her blog NieNie Dialogues recently:  This is so beautiful (link), and I am working so hard at it - join me.

So I am.

I'm trying to be like Jesus;
I'm following in his ways.
I'm trying to love as he did, in all that I do and say.



At times I am tempted to make a wrong choice
But I try to listen as the still small voice whispers
"Love one another as Jesus loves you.
Try to show kindness in all that you do.
Be gentle and loving in deed and in thought,
For these are the things Jesus taught."

I'm trying to love my neighbor;
I'm learning to serve my friends.



I watch for the day of gladness when Jesus will come again.
I try to remember the lessons he taught,
Then the Holy Spirit enters into my thoughts, saying
"Love one another as Jesus loves you.
Try to show kindness in all that you do.
Be gentle and loving in deed and in thought,
For these are the things Jesus taught."




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28 July 2012

Cin-fully good

Mmm, peach cobbler, perfect for summer... and this one has a twist!

Filling:
1/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup white sugar
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
10 cups frozen peaches, thawed, about 3 pounds prepared
1 teaspoon cornstarch, dissolved in 1 tablespoon water (or just add the same amount Ultra Gel,  a new thickener on the market, into the dry ingredients - no water)
1 lemon, juiced
1 teaspoon butter
Crumb topping: (Double the topping)
3/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup sugar
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
3/4 cup oats
1/4 cup slivered almonds
1/2 cup dried cranberries
1/2 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 stick unsalted butter, room temperature, cut into 8 pieces
Vanilla ice cream or whipped cream, for serving
Preheat oven to 450 degrees F. (For real. Read directions below about baking...)
To make the peach filling: In a large bowl, stir together sugars, flour, cinnamon and salt (*and Ultra Gel if using it). Add peaches and gently toss to coat. *Mix together cornstarch slurry and lemon juice and stir into peaches to incorporate. Butter a 12- by 8-inch oval dish and add peach mixture.
To make the crumb topping: In a medium bowl, combine dry ingredients, add in butter pieces and combine with hands until crumbly.
Top peaches with half of the crumb topping. Place in oven and immediately reduce oven temperature to 350 degrees F. Bake uncovered for 30 minutes, then add remainder of the crumb topping. Reduce heat to 325 degrees F and bake until golden and bubbling, another 45 minutes. Remove from oven and let sit for 15 minutes before serving.
Serve with vanilla ice cream or fresh whipped cream
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So I copied and pasted this recipe right off the KSL website into my "Nat's Recipes" file on my computer, printed a copy and made it for breakfast yesterday. I'd heard Amanda Dixon talking about making it on the radio as I drove home from walking with Laura... and, erm, just realized by Googling again this is from the Food Network - Guy Fieri, Guy's Big Bites - that's where Amanda got it... and it's called Cin-ful Peach Cobbler.

That it is.

I love the slivered almonds in the topping, and the dried cranberries, the twist in the topping. It brings this dessert a whole 'nother two layers of good, especially with vanilla ice cream atop. Golly!

27 July 2012

Lessons from Zion's Camp

I'm reading Brigham Young: Modern Moses/Prophet of God by Francis M. Gibbons. I got to the part last night about the Zion's Camp march to Missouri from Kirtland, Ohio. Brigham was appointed a captain of twelve men, as were others over other teams of men, all which had to be self sufficient. Even scrounge food for themselves along the way.

I really love this part:



During the march of Zion's Camp Brigham learned by observation the advantages of giving the housekeeping responsibilities to the leaders of the small units within the camp. 


He learned about the eroding effect of fatigue and hunger upon one's good nature and cooperativeness.


He learned about the need for diversions and occasional change of pace to avoid the enervating effect of monotonous travel. 


At the same time he learned that too much diversion created an unwanted air of levity and carelessness. 


He learned, too, that without a governing head who is resilient and accommodating as to personal and inconsequential matters, but tough and unyielding as to matters of principle and objective, utter chaos reigns.


Sadly, Zion's Camp failed in its essential purpose to aid the Saints in Missouri against their detractors and persecutors. It was not to be. Within two weeks Brigham had turned back and commenced the 1,000 mile trip home which he accomplished in 25 days, walking up to 40 miles a day.

What did Brigham Young learn?...   What Lessons Can We Learn from Zion’s Camp? Elder David A. Bednar of the Quorum of the Twelve 

Because of the failure to reestablish the Saints on their lands in Jackson County, Zion’s Camp was considered by some an unsuccessful and unprofitable endeavor.  A brother in Kirtland — one who lacked the faith to volunteer to go with the camp — met Brigham Young on his return from Missouri and asked,

“‘Well, what did you gain on this useless journey to Missouri with Joseph Smith?’ Brother Brigham promptly replied, ‘All we went for. I would not exchange the experience I gained in that expedition for all the wealth of Geauga county’— the county in which Kirtland was then located.” (in B. H. Roberts, A Comprehensive History of the Church 1:370–71)

I invite you to seriously think about Brigham Young’s answer: “All we went for.”

What are the key learnings we can glean from an undertaking that did not accomplish its stated purpose — but nonetheless provided for those early Saints, and can afford for us, the blessings of a lifetime? I believe at least two overarching lessons are to be found in Brother Brigham’s answer to that taunting question:

(1) the lesson of testing, sifting, and preparing, and

(2) the lesson of observing, learning from, and following the Brethren.

I emphasize emphatically that these lessons are as important, if not more important, for us to learn and apply today than they were 176 years ago for the volunteers in Zion's Camp. 


26 July 2012

Hiking

A premier hike around here is Adams Canyon.



For a few months now I've been thinking about Kent and I hiking it... so at breakfast yesterday I suggested we go, then went online to read reviews for it. 3.5 miles round trip said the one I read; moderate difficulty. I asked Kent if he wanted me to print the reviews so he could read them or have me read them to him while he munched his toast so he could decide if he wanted to do this and he said naw.We grabbed up a bottle of water and took off.



9:00 a.m. we got onto the switchbacks that lead up from the trail head, about a 1/2 mile in straight sand.





We probably got on the wrong trail where it forks opening up out of the switchbacks, and headed steeply down to creek level. There we met up with a woman about my age who calls herself Granny carrying a walking stick and who smilingly handed me a soaking wet bandanna to wear around my neck to keep me cool. Hot pink! Anyway she had a crew of teenagers with her, and the boys took us all further along the creek bed until it was evident we'd have to wade. We hadn't wanted to get our feet wet and Granny said hey ya'll let's climb outta here. We followed her up and up and up the face of the mountain til we were on the uppermost path. (The right one.)



Gee, I spent about a million calories descending then climbing before we even sort of started the hike.



We did follow Granny and her gang a long way in.



The path turned rocky. You gotta watch where you put your feet or you'll trip. I caught the toe of my size 11 1/2 shoes a bunch of times. And you're constantly pulling yourself up and over these... the rocks got rockier as we got further in. I said to Kent, like, this place is so mountainous. Man he just rolled his eyes.



It's supposedly only one and three quarters mile to the upper waterfall. We walked forever getting there and decided - chins wagging - it was way farther one way than the reviews said. There are picturesque places where one can stop though to admire the view.



Looking straight down.



The picture above is from the internet around May. This is the same place from my camera yesterday. Different looking in July.



Coming back (not going up, going up we walked up and around this rock)... coming back, we scrambled over the face of this thing. It was the scariest part of the hike for me because it is slippery.



You can see how straight up the path is. We'd just get up and over something like a long stretch of dirt and shale, or a really rock-strewn path like you saw above, or a mound of rocks like fossilized dinosaur eggs, seriously... and look up and have another thing to climb in or around or over that just about whipped you.



This is wonderful, Kent, isn't it! I was breathing hard from exertion and as much from exhilaration.



At last, the upper waterfall. Granny and her kids beat us there, no doubt. She took this picture of us.

Truthfully, we were disappointed. Not unhappy to be there under the cool spray, but we'd hoped for more water. More of a rush. It IS July though and there isn't much here now.



From the Internet, probably in the spring.



We didn't stay long. Down we started.



And I simply could not stop looking up.



I applauded my husband on being the perfect hiking mate. We only got lost twice, once like I said at the beginning when we descended to the creek, and coming down we dead-ended at the river once again; though, wouldn't you know it, Granny's gang came down the same way behind us after a while and en masse we crossed the water and took the the path on the other side. All we needed coming and going was, well, a Smart phone, a GPS, or Granny. The rest of the time Kent led me there and back, stopping to let me lean on him in the hard places.



You come out of the canyon and about, whew, bake! 91 degrees. By now it's one o'clock. We lost our water bottle three hours ago - it dropped from Kent's belt loop -  and we've walked way more than 3.5 miles (we decided, I told you, though it's not verifiable at this point) and Granny's ahead of us yet and still.



The last part is the same as coming up: sandy, sluggish switchbacks and WE ARE POOPED.



All I can think about is getting in my air conditioned car and driving to 7-11 or a Maverick for a Big Gulp.

25 July 2012

Summer soiree

Yesterday we enjoyed what Sarah and I last year called our "summer soiree" (link) as folks around here had work off to celebrate the 24th of July. Marcia and Brent, Laura and Sharm, Chris, Mom and Dad and Kent and I sat down to a hot dog, corn-on-the-cob, watermelon lunch that had us filling and refilling our plates, passing condiments, butter and salt and pepper til we had to sit back just full of ourselves.

I personally loved the watermelon. Well, I personally really liked the corn on the cob besides. Marcia's favorite were the grilled hot dogs - she doesn't eat all-American in Manila. Laura said save room for dessert though, and boy she brought it.

I'd helped her dish up nine servings of this and brought chocolate sauce to the table and we'd ooohed and aaahed when she said take a picture Nat! No one ever raves over my cooking!



Angel food cake crumbled; a big plunk of vanilla bean ice cream on top; bananas sliced over, and strawberries; a generous dollop of Cool Whip. Chocolate sauce drizzled...



... erm, think we're enjoyin'?

24 July 2012

O Pioneers!

July 24th commemorates the entering into the Salt Lake Valley of the Mormon immigrants. Many members of the church pilgrimaged from areas east in the United States to this western frontier, the Utah Territory, between 1847 and the 1850s and 60s. Driven, but willing to escape religious repression, eager to worship as they would.

These pioneers are worthy of imitation in our day.



Richard Bird, my great-great-grandfather, a young man of eighteen years and not yet a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, traveled to Missouri with members of his family and the Saints.

From the history of his brother, Charles Bird, by Maurine Bird Douglas:

In the Spring of 1838 there was a great deal of turmoil among the Saints in Kirtland [Ohio]. Enemies to the Church, including some apostates, were threatening members’ lives and property. Joseph Smith and Sidney Rigdon had to flee with their families in the middle of the night to escape the mob in Jan. 1838. 

Shortly after this the Seventies Quorum in Kirtland began making plans for a group of Saints to travel as one large caravan to Missouri. They drew up a constitution or a set of rules that every head of the family participating in the journey had to sign. Charles Bird with seven members listed as his family was one of the signers of the document. Charles represented the large Bird family...

I believe including his father and his unmarried brothers and sisters, of which Richard was one

... at a meeting of the Council of Seventies in the attic story of the Kirtland Temple on 13 March 1838. By Thursday, July 5, 1838, those who planned to travel with the camp began to gather in a large field about 100 rods south of the Kirtland Temple. It looked like a large tent city. At 12:00 noon on July 6th the camp began to move. It would be hard to describe the emotions and feelings of the members of the camp and those left behind who were watching this spectacle.

Upon their departure from Kirtland on July 6, 1838 this mile-long caravan consisted of 529 men, women, and children with 97 horses, 22 oxen, 69 cows, 59 wagons and 33 tents. There were several families that shared each tent, with one man appointed to oversee each tent. A daily log of the Kirtland Camp is found in Joseph Smith's "History of the Church" and B. H. Robert's "Documentary History of the Church." 

Needless to say there were many trials and faith-promoting experiences during this long trek which either increased a person's testimony of the gospel and that Joseph Smith was a Prophet of God or weeded out the weak. The Camp arrived at Adam-ondi-Ahman on 2 Oct 1838 at 5:00 p.m. They camped at Ambrosial Creek. 
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Richard shared the Saints' trials in the state of Missouri. Near the end of the year they were were ruthlessly driven out by the mob into Caldwell County, Missouri suffering severely from cold and hunger.

Crosby Johnson, in his history of Caldwell County, says:

“If that strange people who built Nauvoo and Salt Lake City, who uncomplainingly toiled across the American Desert and made the wilderness of Utah blossom like a rose, had been permitted to remain, how different would be the history of this place, Far West. In place of ruins there would have been a rich prosperous city, among the streets of which would be pouring the wealth of the world.”

Richard Bird remained in Caldwell County among the Saints until the spring of 1839 when he was compelled to lay down his arms and sign away his right and title to his property to his enemies to satisfy the mob. He stood by and saw members of that wicked crowd occupy that hard-earned home while he, at the point of a bayonet, was forced to leave the State of Missouri and again seek another spot where thy could build a home and live undisturbed and free from persecutions.

This time they sought refuge in Quincy, Illinois and settled in that new city which sprang up in a few months, the City of Nauvoo, Hancock County, Illinois. They lived in poverty for several years but in spite of the trials he found time to labor months without pay in the erection of that magnificent Temple in Nauvoo.



He became personally acquainted with the prophet Joseph Smith and between them grew a true and loving friendship.

After Richard Bird had been in Nauvoo for about five years he met Emeline Crandall who then lived at LaHarp, llinois. He said he only courted Emeline about two months when they were married on March 7, 1845. Richard was twenty-four years old and his wife twenty-one years. Their short courtship, which was the custom with the Saints in those days, was a courtship which lasted all through their married life for they were very devoted to each other.

Six months later Richard Bird was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, September 21, 1845, at LaHarp by William Bird, his brother.

Uhm, William wasn't this old that day!
My great-great-grandparents made their home in Nauvoo and while they were being threatened by the mobs and times looked dark, yet they were very happy. February 10, 1845, a baby girl was born to them, Amanda Fedilia, but she only lived until March 20, 1846, a great sorrow for this young husband and wife. A short time after this the mob came upon them and Richard Bird described it thus:

“In the spring of 1846 we were expelled together with the Saints from the United States, and in July landed in Pottawattamie, Iowa, and under-went many hardships such as sickness, cold, hunger and death.”

The great desire of Richard Bird was to secure if possible the comforts of life for his loved ones, and to see them turned out into a wilderness to exist or perish as God should decide was to him a very severe trial, this being the fourth time in eight years that he was compelled to leave all he had. They arrived at Council Bluffs where they worked hard to raise crops and teams and struggled four years to prepare an outfit to cross the plains.

While at Council Bluffs, now known as Kanesville, two sons were born to them, Richard Leroy, September 11, 1848, and William Martin, December 1, 1849. What pioneer mothers we had, to be willing to bear children under such privations. They felt it an honor, a lesson to those (us) who enjoy the fruits of their struggles and who have every comfort and convenience possible.

On May 15, 1850 they began their long and tedious journey across the plains. They were in Aaron Johnson’s company which consisted of 135 teams. Richard Bird says: “We passed through everything that mortals could endure.” The trip across the plains was tiresome and monotonous and the spell was only broken by the dancing, singing, and prayer around the campfire at night. They truly felt that they were blessed and were sustained by their cherished prospects of the future. After a long and dreary march of three months they came into Salt Lake Valley September 2, 1850.

Although weary and tired, they had no time to rest. Richard Bird went up north of Salt Lake into Davis County, where his brother James then lived,

Again, this brother James not old in that year, oh well...
to seek a place to build his home. Upon his return to Salt Lake, he found that President Young had selected the first eight wagons from Captain Johnson’s company to go to Hobble Creek, afterwards known as Springville, to build their homes. Those eight teams belonged to Aaron Johnson, Myron Crandall, John W. Deal, Amos Warren and brother, and Richard Bird.

On the first of October, 1850, they commenced their little settlement. Before the winter set in they built a fort of logs covering one and one-half acres about where the old school house stood. This was done to& protect their families from the savage Indians. They built log and block houses around this fort with clay roofs, windows and doors opening into the center. There were two reinforced gates, one to the east and one to the west. They had cut wild hay which grew in abundance for their cattle. They had gathered from the canyons service berries and choke cherries, and dried them for winter, and had brought wood and corded it for winter. While they had very little to eat, yet these pilgrims were once more sheltered by a home which to them was a castle and they were too happy for us to try to describe. Benjamin Freeman Bird Ancestry Site

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