Friday, June 11, 2010

I heart my ice box

I am a very nostalgic person, I love reminiscing about a lifestyle that no longer exists. I love old things, almost always preferring a found item to something new.  When I was growing up, many of the homes we lived in had an ice door. Even the first home Shannon and I had in San Francisco had an ice door. This is where the ice man would deliver ice from the outside of your house into your ice box, the place you stored any items needing refrigeration. Growing up, my mother always referred to the refrigerator as the “icebox,” never the fridge or refrigerator. We also had a milkman, at least for a time from our local dairy. And, we would put the used glass bottles on the back porch for pick-up and await the next delivery of milk, cottage cheese and butter. Those are days gone by, but I love clinging to the memories and the feelings of homeyness and wholesomeness.


Ok, this might seem goofy to some, but I have been getting strong urgings to get a freezer for about 9 months now. It is this little whisper, get a freezer and your life will change. I know this might sound strange, but I think the freezer may end up being this HUGE catalyst for change in my life. Soooo, back in February or March, can’t remember exactly when, I attended a conference in Anaheim with all these amazing speakers on a wide variety of spiritual topics. There are over 40,000 people who attend, and there are probably 100 plus sessions you can sit in on…I ended up at two that were about the whole self, the whole body-mind-spirit. The main messages I walked away with were 1) detox your life and your home (do you really want chemicals with crossbones on them in your kitchen?) 2) Whole foods is the way to go. Ok, duh, right? The less processed, and in its original packaging the food comes in the healthier it is to put in your body and why eat things with ingredients you can’t pronounce and 3)You can’t make the changes without God being a part of it.  I was particularly drawn to the 3D idea Discipline, Discipleship, Devotion or Eat Right, Live Well, Love God.  I left Anaheim feeling God wanted me to buy a freezer!

After discussing with my husband and getting a lot input, I finally took the plunge and purchased a freezer or as my mom would have called it, icebox.  It got me thinking about when I was a little girl and we went berry picking every summer to fill up my grandmother's icebox. She would flash freeze all the berries on cookie sheets and then put them in quart containers. She had read an article about Birdseye frozen foods, and decided this was the way to freeze.  She also made and would freeze  french meranges. Topped with berries and cool whip, it served as her stand by--ready to make a fabulous impression-dessert, and she made dessert for every dinner.  My mom made amazing homemade granola and bran muffins in huge batches and then freeze them, they were breakfast just about every day. And, yes the granola was topped with berries.

I also started to think about how my mother-in-law would come to Paso every summer and collect hundreds of tomatoes from the ranch garden. She would go home, and cook up the most wonderful Italian sauce and then freeze in freezer bags which she doled out to all of kids for use for the rest of the year.  And, I also remembered what a gift she gave me when my first daughter, Katie, was born. She came to our house in San Francisco and cooked for 2 days straight. She made all these delicious meals and put them in the freezer for us--things like stuffed bell peppers, and eggplant parmigiana. 

So the freezer or icebox holds much more than prepared meals for me. I think it holds love. The love I experienced from my grandmother, mother, and mother-in-law through cooking healthy, fresh foods.  Cooking is one way I love my family....I heart my icebox.

Yesterday I had one of my “cooking” days. It hits me about once a month, sort of like everything else, and I just get the urge to cook until I drop. BUT, now that I have my new freezer, I can make recipes to freeze and eat later. Here are a few that I made:

Asparagus Soup: cook asparagus until tender, then with chicken broth, transfer to blender and blend until smooth, add a touch of white truffle oil to round out the mouth, s&p to taste. you can serve with a little sour cream if you want, or serve it skinny Yum-great with Sauv blanc.

Jalepeno Chicken (Lori’s): Ok this is sort of improvised from her original might be missing something—cooked cut boneless chicken breasts and thighs in stock pot with a little olive oil, and jalapeno juice to your desired spiciness(from the pepper jar) and cut up an onion or two to cook in there also. Once it is cooked and chicken is browned a bit, add chicken stock, cut potatoes, carrots, celery, diced tomatoes, Ted&Barneys to taste (really good s&p seasoning mixture), had fresh oregano, thyme, rosemary so I threw that in also. Spicy goodness.

Curry Chicken: 6 baked chicken breasts cubed, 1 can coconut milk (lower fat version from TJs), 1 can unsweetened pineapple, straw mushrooms, sweet corn kernels, and about 3-4 tablespoons of curry powder, ¼ satay TJs satay sauce. Cooked in the crock pot until ready to eat.

Grilled Vegies: sliced 2 giant eggplants, 6 zucchinis, 4 yellow squash, two cartons of mushrooms, about 3
onions, and four bell peppers.  Lighly coated with olive oil and grilled. Freezing to make tortilla wrap sammies and to use as side dishes to anything else.



Saturday, June 5, 2010

Fish People

Fish People
 I am a BIRD and I married a FISH. Fish have the sea as their home, maybe a reef or craggy rocks, or a bed of kelp makes up their NEST.  They can swim on the bottom depths of the ocean floor with its clean sand...they can swim among the shipwrecks of humankind. Some special fish can FLY like a bird--soaring, and gaining incredible distances. Fish are colorful and awe inspiring--able to BREATHE when under water when the rest of us would drown. And, they are social creatures, more comfortable in a crowd then left vulnerable alone in the ocean. Some swim upstream, against the current to SURVIVE. Fish are always on the move, rarely still. Their skin is tough like the armor of a knight in battle. Fish can manage the currents of the water by going with the flow.  Fish communicate quietly. Yes, I am a bird who married a fish.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Brave Girls Club Camp

Earlier this month I attend Brave Girls Club Camp in McCall, Idaho. http://www.bravegirlsclub.com/  I took the opportunity to drive there to carve out some additional thinking time alone, and to visit my girlfriends at various stops along the way. Brave Girls was all about being in this amazing, luxurious place where all the women attending were taken care of, meeting the most amazing women from all over the world in this super-supportive environment, setting boundaries, knowing that LOVE is the IT, and processing various prompts through mixed media art. There was no competitiveness, no catiness, no gossiping, no fixing each other...there was listening, and understanding, and love and God, and yummy food and art. Melody Ross, the talented amazing artist behind Chatterbox, my all time favorite scrapbooking paper company, and her beautifully talented sister, Kathy Wilkins are the driving force behind Brave Girls. I found out about the BGC after "stumbling" across Melody's blog several years ago looking for her products. Her writing was so incredibly transparent, so incredibly honest and open, so real that I kept checking in to see what she was writing.  Then she started to write about Brave Girls about a year and half ago, and I knew I needed to go.  

I don't believe in accidents or coincidence, I believe in God. And HE is amazing how he pulled this group of women together for those short few days together from all over the world, from different faith backgrounds and walks of life.  Each is a beautiful woman, with  a story and challenges, doing the best 'she can anyway'.  We all know intrinsically that LOVE is the IT, we all need to feel it and to give it, and Brave Girls just brings it to the front of mind, keeps it simple in a beautifully complex way, the real paradox.  Be Brave, Be not afraid, Fear Not. It is what Jesus teaches us.

So what was Brave Girls for me? A lot of what this is about for me, is was just having the opportunity to process and think about what I already know to be the TRUTH of the human experience of trial and triumph and what I know of God, the Holy Spirit. I was able to step away from my day to day briefly, and journal through art. It was a pause, a chance to be still and listen to what God is writing on my heart. It was a time to reflect and a chance to relax, fully.

Before we attended we were asked to fill out a questionnaire about ourselves that was shared with just the other women who were coming. It asked us about our families, what we love to do, what is the bravest thing we had ever done? The sharing was testimony, it was strength in action. Everyone has a story, everyone has had challenges, everyone has had triumphs. There were young women, little girls, older women, middle-aged women...and the wisdom was terrific.


By the end of the camp I had been soaked in modge podge, aka Soul Glue, pampered and rested--if you think staying up until 3am giggling like little girls at a slumber party is rest--I do! I met women I want to stay in contact with, be friends with forever. I made Holy Spirit connections with people that were awesome. I love it. I hope I can go back to a reunion some day, and I hope I can take my daughters one day, too. It met all my expectations as a spiritual art retreat. I would recommend it to anyone contemplating an experience like this one.  "It's All Good."





Thursday, May 27, 2010

MOxieCreations

Ok, here it is my second blog entry on my newly renamed blog... MOxieCreations hit me tonight as a much more creative name for my blog. I have moxie, nerve, aggressiveness, courage, spirit—people have told me I have moxie, and I believe them…most of the time. At rare times I have felt like the cowardly lion from the Wizard of Oz, paralyzed with fear., but usually I feel convicted, knowing, and sure of what I should do, I usually plunge in, open my mouth and the words will spill out of me, as if I am having an out-of-body experience with the internal me saying something like,”Is she crazy, is she really gonna say it? There she goes; telling it like it is…again.” Now whether or not, the person or people on the receiving end of my convicted self agree with my perception, well that’s another thing altogether. For the purposes of this discussion I am only concerned with….(is she really gonna say it? There she goes…) with ME!


Persuasion, an art form really, if done purposefully, is done often without the “other” knowing it happened to them, who happened to them, what happened to them. ..they suddenly shift in thinking, take a new position, and are convicted in the new “it” they own as their own. I think all sorts of things persuade people-- speaking, writing, art, music, images of all kinds, moods, nature, others, and God. For me, yes, back to me now, I recently experienced an incredible persuasive epiphany in my life. I have had them before…the moments when clarity sings thru your soul, when for a fleeting moment there is absolute order in the universe with a direct spiritual line to HIM. In fact, while it was happening, I didn’t know who or what was happening to me. The Holy Spirit, is so incredibly amazing, working with Jesus and the Father weaving this woven tapestry of human experiences, where the fibers of lives get woven together in such a creative, imaginative, thoughtful, beautiful and loving way. It can leave me just gapping, gasping in awe of the greatness of the Lord.

How much Moxie, one might ask? I’m being called to wear the Full Moxie Jacket, total and complete authenticity. No posing, no fakeness, no airs, no positioning…to just be 100% me, take it or leave it. This isn’t a dare, or a challenge, or a huge shift in my person. No, I think I have felt authentic, felt REAL, my whole life. People tell me I’m down to earth. But what God is writing on my heart is something more. It is a laying down of any pretenses either self-imposed or imposed by culture, or by people in my life who need or want to see me in a certain way, and so there is a certain amount of performing that has happened. Throughout my life, to some extent I have done this…buck up, put on the happy face, give them a good show, and dismiss the internal diatribe of what I am actually versus what I am not. Or, maybe it is just me that feels this way.

This is not to say one should be ruled by their emotions, quite the contrary. What I think this all means is that I am to be the person God made me to be, not the person some “others” expect of me. To have moxie means sometimes saying something that is very uncomfortable, saying it because not saying it is the big elephant in the room the one that tramples people’s souls. To me it is about responsibility. We have to take care to see each other in reality, not see just what is pleasing, comfortable, what we want to see. If someone is in pain, and they tell you, ‘oh, I’m great,’ are you going to want to believe them? Yes! Should you believe them? No!! We need to be real with each other in all our struggles and pain. What is the point of posing as if everything is fine and great and terrific and perfect…where is the learning, the growth, the intimacy in that way of living. I know if I have one annoying trait to others, it is moxie. I sometimes say the hard things, ask the hard questions, pry, or poke at people to get real with them. But the one thing that gets under my own skin is when I don’t push it or dig a little deeper to lend an ear or shoulder…when I most disappoint myself is when I hear, “I’m great” from someone that looks like they just cried a bucket of tears and I say, “Great” back to them. I’m not saying we don’t have great days, I’m saying pretending like everything is fine, and when you can see otherwise, is DENIAL. We deny in micro and macro ways, don’t we. We are part of all humanity. If we didn’t use denial to some extent, we couldn’t function-we’d be overcome with our puniness to impact things like poverty, war, AIDS and world hunger. And in the micro ways. You notice trouble in a family member or friend, but should we make waves, should it be addressed? Easy does it, right? We can’t fix people, we can only LOVE them. It takes moxie to be open, make ourselves open to each other, to be there in LOVE for each other. That is what is being written on my heart, be open to LOVE and be open to being LOVED.

The First Blog

Saturday, May 22, 2010


(Originally posted on moneillsf.blogspot.com)

Hello Everybody...Anybody,

Okay, it isn't very fancy but it is a start. This is my new blog home. I intend to use this space to share ideas and thoughts on my favorite subjects- theology, arts & crafts, food & wine, kids, travel, books...and I'll share any cool finds I run into along the way, photos I've taken and journal about my life.
So, welcome to my blog home. I'm glad you are here. Still trying to figure out how to add atmosphere, I know there is a way to add music from a playlist, just not sure how to do it yet. And, I want to work on the look and feel of the place.
I am working on a post about Brave Girls Camp, and another one on a yummy dinner I am planning for my family, please come back and check it out.

xoxo, Maureen