Potato sausages are making my heart sing.

As we speak I am cooking up some potato sausages that I actually had to cut apart from eachother. Real, honest to goodness, homemade sausages cased in real intestine! They are steaming on my stove right now and they smell so good.

Is it weird to be excited about the casing on your sausages?

The best part about these sausages is that my dad made them! In his home! With a meat grinder! Using his own elk meat!

Doesn’t that just make you want to don an apron, pick up a chicken, twirl around and sing like Cinderella out your kitchen window complete with a pie cooling in the window?? No?

Yeah, me either.

Last weekend I visited my Dad. We made a delicious dinner and rhubarb strawberry pies with the overgrown rhubarb picked from his yard.

He showed me the latest happenings in his garden and his plans for the mossy appletree in his yard. He let me take the food from his fridge that was going to go bad since he is going to be in Seattle working on a boat this week. This included two packages of wild Alaskan smoked salmon. SCORE!

And yes, I ate it all already. It was all mine since I’m the only real fish eater in my house.

Which is weird because one would think my husband, a manly-Finnish man from a small town on the Columbia River whose dad, grandpa, and self worked in the fishing industry would be a fish lover. But, no. I am the one that must eat all the fish. Poor me 😉

When I spend time with my Dad like this it becomes clear how I have come to be the person that I am. This happens when I am with my mom too but alas, I did not get to see my mom last weekend (tear…)

My Dad is someone I would describe as charismatic, quirky, hard-working, curious, and completely capable of all things. He has the largest hands you will ever see in your life. And his fingers are all wacked-out from breaking them and not getting them properly set. He has a hot temper. He cares about this country. He fears God. He loves to cook and always has. His weakness is chocolate chips cookies. He’s perfected his recipe. It’s dangerous. He hunts, fishes, grows a garden, can fix anything, can build anything, and always has a new adventure to talk about. Since high school he has been a commercial fisherman who went on to ultimately live his dream when he bought his very own fishing vessel, Dreamland, and became it’s hard-working Captain for years to come.

My dad's hands. Hand model?

My dad’s hands. Hand model?

He used to have a shirt that said “At the mention of my name, fish tremble.” Bah ha!

And this year he will go to Alaska for the 23484987th time.

This is not to say that I am as hard-working and capable as my dad because the Lord knows I am not movin’  and shakin’ at the pace of my Dad. (Which by the way, makes me feel very lame because for goodness sakes I am 27 years younger.)

All I’m sayin’ is it’s no wonder I’m such a cool person. Ha ha ha…I’m totally kidding.

But seriously, it’s no wonder that I get excited about the casing on my Dad’s homemade potato sausages. It’s no wonder I feel my hot temper rise when I read articles and learn about all the destruction of freedom going on in this country. It’s no wonder I daydream all day about our future homesteading goals and living off the land. And it’s no wonder I have the fear of God always with me.

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I do wonder though, why I have such a serious case of sea-sickness when I so much as watch a boat in a movie on the ocean. That doesn’t fit the pattern.

This is not even to mention all of the things that make me like my Mom. I could go on about our poodle fetish (Standard Poodles, to be exact) and relentless need to put a bow on everything given as a gift. (Is not a gift without a bow, right!? Back me up here!)

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I wanted to talk about sausages but this turned into a post about my dear ol’ Dad.

Thank you blog for allowing my thoughts to wander aimlessly.

I love my Dad. And I love my Mom. And I love these potato sausages.

My parents camping. I'm here too but you can't see me because I'm in the womb ;)

My parents camping. I’m here too but you can’t see me because I’m in the womb 😉

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A jumble of thoughts to ring in 2013!

I feel like my first post back on the ol’ blog should be a big one! I fell off the face of the earth and now I’m back. Woo hoo! Well, not really, I have a better excuse than that for neglecting my blog and her three, okay maybe 4, readers…

We moved!!!

We now live in The City! Portland, OR. Foodie and Hippie Capital of the world. It’s lovely. I am already impressed with how much better Portland weather is than Astoria weather. Like today for instance, the sun is out! Albeit, it is 35 degrees, you would never see the sun out in Astoria during this time of year!

This is the lovely bridge in our neighborhood we get to cross on our way to school/work.

This is the lovely bridge in our neighborhood we get to cross on our way to school/work.

But I work in Beaverton…not so lovely. Not that the job itself isn’t lovely…just Beaverton. You can’t drive anywhere without needing a crocheting project to occupy your time while you spend an hour waiting at every. single. stoplight.

Which brings me to my next topic….

I have discovered the most magical activity in the world…besides eating fat and drinking wine…It is the perfect antidote to compulsive spending, fidgety-ness, ADD, anxiety, stress, and restlessness.

It is….CROCHET!

It is the perfect activity to be paired with my paranoia about the economic disaster looming and/or in case the Illuminati unleash their terror upon our poor souls. If we are wandering nomads trying to escape the evil reigning in power…how will we clothe ourselves?? Crocheting of course! How will we stay warm when they steal our blankets? Crocheting of course!

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This is my ultimate crochet goal. A 1970’s cape pattern.

These are my cute but crooked boof cuffs I made.

These are my cute but crooked boof cuffs I made.

Well, if you didn’t know, now you do. I am a mental doomsday prepper. But I limit it to fantastical scenarios merely in my head.

I’m sorry if I scared you off…please come back. I won’t bite. I don’t even have a bunker!

My wise husband has calmed my paranoia about such things by reminding me that we need to put our trust in God. If we are prepping for disaster, how is that trusting that God will provide for us?

I, in turn, make fun of this by saying he has poured too much coffee in his cup and he is not trusting in God to provide for his needs of the rest of the cup. he…he…he…what is wrong with me!?

I am so mean.

He is right. It’s right there in the Bible if you don’t believe him.

God forbid you don’t have a Bible, I’ll post the scripture for you.

““Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. …”

Matthew 6:25-34

Anyway, It’s really great to enter blog world again. I hope you stop by again as I have some interesting posts coming your way.

I hope everyone has a GREAT 2013! Happy New Year!

Me and my sweet hub on New Years eve :-) ...my eyelashes aren't usually so big.

Me and my sweet hub on New Years eve 🙂
…my eyelashes aren’t usually so big.

Camping at Mt. St. Helens, Swift Lake & other adventures

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Majestic Mount St. Helens. Photo by Jeremiah Scott.

I’m baaaaack!

I must apologize for being MIA for the past couple weeks. There are a couple of reasons for my departure from blog land:

1. My momma came to visit us!

2. Jeremiah’s momma is in town!

2. The sun came out in Oregon.

3. We went camping.

While I LOVE blogging and writing about things that I’m obsessed with it is always good to take a break. And I really can’t justify being indoors on the comp while the sun is showing it’s pretty little face. I need me some Vitamin D! (And a tan…)

While my mom was here, I went as her plus one to her 35 year high school reunion. We also visited a family friend’s farm in Washington where my mom lived for a while when she was in high school and in her twenties.

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My mom with family friend, Melvin

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Cutie pie happy grass fed cows at the farm!

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My mom, bottom right, way back when as a high school Junior rockin’ the style of ’77! And also featured above with arms crossed. Teenage angst!

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Photo by Jeremiah Scott.

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Swift Lake. Photo by Jeremiah Scott.

The following weekend Jeremiah and I went camping overnight at the most beautiful place ever! We camped at Swift Lake, a resevoir near Mt. St. Helens. The first day we were there it was in the low nineties. I was in heaven. Jeremiah, not so much. His Finn skin doesn’t like the beating hot sun…

We visited the Ape Caves with Jeremiah’s friend Steve. The boys got quite a workout on the more intense cave trail while I soaked up some rays above ground. I’m pretty sure Jeremiah’s baby cows are still mooing. AKA his calves are SO SORE!

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The entrance to the lower cave trail. This one is 3/4 mi. long. Photo by Jeremiah Scott.

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Jeremiah and Steve. Flashlights are necessary, you will only get a few feet before you’re SOL.

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the other end of the more intense trail. This cave was 1.5 mi. long. Photo by Jeremiah Scott.

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Dark. Photo by Jeremiah Scott.

If you have never seen or heard of the Ape Caves, I really recommend them. They are “mind bottling!”, as Will Ferrel would say.

How these caves were formed:

“About 2,000 years ago lava poured down the southern flank of Mount St. Helens in streams.  As the lava flowed the outer edges of the lava stream cooled forming a hardened crust which insulated the molten lava beneath.  This allowed the lava to remain hot and fluid encased in this “lava tube” and continued flowing months during the eruption.  The end result was the creation of this spectacular 13,042 long lava tube. “ (from mountsthelens.com)

I am really glad we got away even if it was just for a short time. For me, a dramatic change in scenery is really vital in making the most of weekends.

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Me! Trying to find a warm spot to sun tan. Photo by Jeremiah Scott.