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Life in motion

A few weeks ago, I was sent a FLIP Ultra HD to review. I have to admit, I've been a bit covetous of them for quite some time. The stick it in your pocket, your swim bag, take it anywhere, aspect is so appealing to me. And sometimes, it is nice to see little glimpses of life in video form. I know in a few months, a few years, my children and I are going to really enjoy looking back on these little bits of our daily lives.

I also discovered that not only is it ridiculously simple to transfer my videos from the FLIP
to my computer, it is also ridiculously simple to add music to my movies–a great way to drown out the whining and bickering siblings, and the dog barking in the background. And anything, set to music, just seems so much more romantic, doesn't it? I mean, put Elizabeth to a soundtrack and I'm practically drawn to tears.

And for the record, the washable paints? Not so washable. Darn. I loved that dress.

Untitled from molly balint on Vimeo.

And of course, a little tribute to our Mallard ducklings. Who are really no longer ducklings, but more like teen-aged ducks. We finally moved them out of their pen and give them free reign around the yard each day.

I have to admit, when Dan brought the ducklings home several weeks ago, I was a bit miffed. Ruby had just gotten back from the ER and I was feeling like I had a full plate. But there is something about ducks that is just so much fun. I think the best part is that it is so easy to make them happy. Water? They just can't help themselves. They love it. And it is so easy to give it to them. We decided that it is time to invest in a kiddie pool. I think they've outgrown the storage tub, don't you? They've certainly outgrown coming into our upstairs bathroom. Soon, we might let them in on the little secret that there is a cool, flowing stream just a short walk away. But we have a feeling they might never return.

Untitled from molly balint on Vimeo.

more information on the FLIP Ultra HD can be found here.

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The winner from Katie's last post :

Lucky number 5, Susan is our winner! Please email me at Katie at DesignerDigitals dot com and I'll send you out the download links!

Thanks for all the wonderful comments this past week!

A few weeks ago, I was sent a FLIP Ultra HD to review. I have to admit, I've been a bit covetous of them for quite some time. The stick it in your pocket, your swim bag, take it anywhere, aspect is so appealing to me. And sometimes, it is nice to see little glimpses of life in video form. I know in a few months, a few years, my children and I are going to really enjoy looking back on these little bits of our daily lives.

I also discovered that not only is it ridiculously simple to transfer my videos from the FLIP
to my computer, it is also ridiculously simple to add music to my movies–a great way to drown out the whining and bickering siblings, and the dog barking in the background. And anything, set to music, just seems so much more romantic, doesn't it? I mean, put Elizabeth to a soundtrack and I'm practically drawn to tears.

And for the record, the washable paints? Not so washable. Darn. I loved that dress.

Untitled from molly balint on Vimeo.

And of course, a little tribute to our Mallard ducklings. Who are really no longer ducklings, but more like teen-aged ducks. We finally moved them out of their pen and give them free reign around the yard each day.

I have to admit, when Dan brought the ducklings home several weeks ago, I was a bit miffed. Ruby had just gotten back from the ER and I was feeling like I had a full plate. But there is something about ducks that is just so much fun. I think the best part is that it is so easy to make them happy. Water? They just can't help themselves. They love it. And it is so easy to give it to them. We decided that it is time to invest in a kiddie pool. I think they've outgrown the storage tub, don't you? They've certainly outgrown coming into our upstairs bathroom. Soon, we might let them in on the little secret that there is a cool, flowing stream just a short walk away. But we have a feeling they might never return.

Untitled from molly balint on Vimeo.

more information on the FLIP Ultra HD can be found here.

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The winner from Katie's last post :

Lucky number 5, Susan is our winner! Please email me at Katie at DesignerDigitals dot com and I'll send you out the download links!

Thanks for all the wonderful comments this past week!

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IN MY KITCHEN

ribbons and recipes: County fair sour cream pound cake

**this is a republish of my earlier post which seems to not allow anyone to view the comments.**

holy cow

Last Tuesday afternoon, Emma and I found ourselves scrambling around a sticky hot kitchen. While I gave her directions on measuring this, leveling that, and “do you know what it means to cream the butter and sugar?” and “you should really crack the eggs in a separate bowl first, but we don’t have time for that.“; I also fielded the whining from a jealous little sister, “You never let me do anything in the kitchen!” and tried to comfort and keep tabs on my three house guests who I worried were wilting in the heat and bored out of their minds.

For the two days prior, we’d lost electricity in a storm that seemed to settle in and swirl around our valley. And so this day, fair day, we were left to prepare almost everything.

We were multi-tasking wonders–between baking and measuring, she’d do another touch-up on her painting. I’d dry the paint with the hair dryer while she wrote out the labels for her photography–I don’t want to talk about how many times we had to redo the labels…..while the cake baked, she changed her clothes, threw her hair back in a ponytail and we searched for our gate passes and read through the all directions one more time.

county fair

I quizzed her on things I thought the judge might ask about each of her projects:

What kind of paints did you use?
What’s the name of your cake?
At what temperature did you bake your cake?
What kind of camera did you use?

And I tried to give her gentle nudges of things she might want to share with the judge:

You could tell her that the eggs are from your own chickens.
You could tell her the story about how you finished your painting and then your little sister got into the paints and covered it in black.
You could tell her how your mother is this amazing photographer who takes stunning pictures and she taught you everything she knows and she has this photography project called ha……(kidding. i didn’t say any of that. of course.)

And right on schedule at 4 o’clock, we all loaded into the car, her bag carefully packed with half a cake on a pretty teal plate, her photographs and her painting of a sheep. We made our way to the fairgrounds and found the judging table for the Clovers–the children who aren’t quite old enough to be full-fledged 4-Hers yet.

She walked up to the table. And I stepped back.

judging

The judge was sweet–overflowing with compliments, asking sweet simple questions, nowhere near as difficult as those she’d fielded from me. And I smiled as I heard Emma tell the judge the story of the ruined and rescued painting.

home arts

And then her things were carried away, into the big home arts building under the green flag of clovers. Set on display among other children’s projects–birdhouses and scrapbooks, knitted turtles and cross-stitched pillows, model rockets and strawberry jam.

inspiration

When we came back to the fair Friday night, I believe she entered the fairgrounds skipping. So proud of that little white card in her hand that proved she was a card-carrying 4-Her. So excited to show her Daddy her projects on display and dying to see those silky green ribbons she knew would be hanging from each one.

So, I thought this morning in honor of the sticky hot fair days that are behind us, I’d share Emma’s recipe for Sour Cream Pound Cake. A recipe given to me years and years ago, which we’ve since made our own. It is so good and just the right amount of sweet. One of the judges even arrived at Emma’s table, fork in hand, “I just have to try this cake.” And afterward, I heard her whisper in Emma’s ear, “You make one awesome cake little girl.” and she reached for one more slice.

Enjoy.

county fair cake

COUNTY FAIR CAKE


3/4 c. butter, soft
2 1/4 c. sugar (and that’s why it’s so good)
4 eggs
2 1/4 c. flour
1/4 t. baking soda
3/4 c. sour cream (i like to make it an overflowing 3/4 cup.) (can also be subst. w/ yogurt)
1 t. vanilla
1/2 t. lemon extract (optional. we never add it)

Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs one at a time, beating after each. To creamed mixture add sour cream and flour mix, alternately. Starting and ending with the flour mix. Mix until just blended after each addition. Stir in flavorings.

Pour batter into a greased and sugared (that’s the key) bundt pan. Bake at 325 degrees for an hour or until toothpick comes out clean. Cool in pan for 10 minutes. Remove from pan onto a wire rack and continue to cool. Sprinkle with powdered sugar.

Don’t miss the recipe for Sour Cream Pound Cake at the bottom of this post. It’s a blue ribbon recipe!

holy cow

Last Tuesday afternoon, Emma and I found ourselves scrambling around a sticky hot kitchen. While I gave her directions on measuring this, leveling that, and “do you know what it means to cream the butter and sugar?” and “you should really crack the eggs in a separate bowl first, but we don’t have time for that.“; I also fielded the whining from a jealous little sister, “You never let me do anything in the kitchen!” and tried to comfort and keep tabs on my three house guests who I worried were wilting in the heat and bored out of their minds.

For the two days prior, we’d lost electricity in a storm that seemed to settle in and swirl around our valley. And so this day, fair day, we were left to prepare almost everything.

We were multi-tasking wonders–between baking and measuring, she’d do another touch-up on her painting. I’d dry the paint with the hair dryer while she wrote out the labels for her photography–I don’t want to talk about how many times we had to redo the labels…..while the cake baked, she changed her clothes, threw her hair back in a ponytail and we searched for our gate passes and read through the all directions one more time.

county fair

I quizzed her on things I thought the judge might ask about each of her projects:

What kind of paints did you use?
What’s the name of your cake?
At what temperature did you bake your cake?
What kind of camera did you use?

And I tried to give her gentle nudges of things she might want to share with the judge:

You could tell her that the eggs are from your own chickens.
You could tell her the story about how you finished your painting and then your little sister got into the paints and covered it in black.
You could tell her how your mother is this amazing photographer who takes stunning pictures and she taught you everything she knows and she has this photography project called ha……(kidding. i didn’t say any of that. of course.)

And right on schedule at 4 o’clock, we all loaded into the car, her bag carefully packed with half a cake on a pretty teal plate, her photographs and her painting of a sheep. We made our way to the fairgrounds and found the judging table for the Clovers–the children who aren’t quite old enough to be full-fledged 4-Hers yet.

She walked up to the table. And I stepped back.

judging

The judge was sweet–overflowing with compliments, asking sweet simple questions, nowhere near as difficult as those she’d fielded from me. And I smiled as I heard Emma tell the judge the story of the ruined and rescued painting.

home arts

And then her things were carried away, into the big home arts building under the green flag of clovers. Set on display among other children’s projects–birdhouses and scrapbooks, knitted turtles and cross-stitched pillows, model rockets and strawberry jam.

inspiration

When we came back to the fair Friday night, I believe she entered the fairgrounds skipping. So proud of that little white card in her hand that proved she was a card-carrying 4-Her. So excited to show her Daddy her projects on display and dying to see those silky green ribbons she knew would be hanging from each one.

county fair cake

So, I thought this morning in honor of the sticky hot fair days that are behind us, I’d share Emma’s recipe for Sour Cream Pound Cake. A recipe given to me years and years ago, which we’ve since made our own. It is so good and just the right amount of sweet. One of the judges even arrived at Emma’s table, fork in hand, “I just have to try this cake.” And afterward, I heard her whisper in Emma’s ear, “You make one awesome cake little girl.” and she reached for one more slice.

Enjoy.


COUNTY FAIR CAKE


3/4 c. butter, soft
2 1/4 c. sugar (and that’s why it’s so good)
4 eggs
2 1/4 c. flour
1/4 t. baking soda
3/4 c. sour cream (i like to make it an overflowing 3/4 cup.) (can also be subst. w/ yogurt)
1 t. vanilla
1/2 t. lemon extract (optional. we don’t always add it)

Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs one at a time, beating after each. To creamed mixture add sour cream and flour mix, alternately. Starting and ending with the flour mix. Mix until just blended after each addition. Stir in flavorings.

Pour batter into a greased and sugared (that’s the key) bundt pan. Bake at 325 degrees for an hour or until toothpick comes out clean. Cool in pan for 10 minutes. Remove from pan onto a wire rack and continue to cool. Sprinkle with powdered sugar.

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ribbons and recipes : County Fair Sour Cream Pound Cake Recipe

holy cow

Last Tuesday afternoon, Emma and I found ourselves scrambling around a sticky hot kitchen. While I gave her directions on measuring this, leveling that, and “do you know what it means to cream the butter and sugar?” and “you should really crack the eggs in a separate bowl first, but we don’t have time for that.“; I also fielded the whining from a jealous little sister, “You never let me do anything in the kitchen!” and tried to comfort and keep tabs on my three house guests who I worried were wilting in the heat and bored out of their minds.

For the two days prior, we’d lost electricity in a storm that seemed to settle in and swirl around our valley. And so this day, fair day, we were left to prepare almost everything.

We were multi-tasking wonders–between baking and measuring, she’d do another touch-up on her painting. I’d dry the paint with the hair dryer while she wrote out the labels for her photography–I don’t want to talk about how many times we had to redo the labels…..while the cake baked, she changed her clothes, threw her hair back in a ponytail and we searched for our gate passes and read through the all directions one more time.

county fair

I quizzed her on things I thought the judge might ask about each of her projects:

What kind of paints did you use?
What’s the name of your cake?
At what temperature did you bake your cake?
What kind of camera did you use?

And I tried to give her gentle nudges of things she might want to share with the judge:

You could tell her that the eggs are from your own chickens.
You could tell her the story about how you finished your painting and then your little sister got into the paints and covered it in black.
You could tell her how your mother is this amazing photographer who takes stunning pictures and she taught you everything she knows and she has this photography project called ha……(kidding. i didn’t say any of that. of course.)

And right on schedule at 4 o’clock, we all loaded into the car, her bag carefully packed with half a cake on a pretty teal plate, her photographs and her painting of a sheep. We made our way to the fairgrounds and found the judging table for the Clovers–the children who aren’t quite old enough to be full-fledged 4-Hers yet.

She walked up to the table. And I stepped back.

judging

The judge was sweet–overflowing with compliments, asking sweet simple questions, nowhere near as difficult as those she’d fielded from me. And I smiled as I heard Emma tell the judge the story of the ruined and rescued painting.

home arts

And then her things were carried away, into the big home arts building under the green flag of clovers. Set on display among other children’s projects–birdhouses and scrapbooks, knitted turtles and cross-stitched pillows, model rockets and strawberry jam.

inspiration

When we came back to the fair Friday night, I believe she entered the fairgrounds skipping. So proud of that little white card in her hand that proved she was a card-carrying 4-Her. So excited to show her Daddy her projects on display and dying to see those silky green ribbons she knew would be hanging from each one.

So, I thought this morning in honor of the sticky hot fair days that are behind us, I’d share Emma’s recipe for Sour Cream Pound Cake. A recipe given to me years and years ago, which we’ve since made our own. It is so good and just the right amount of sweet. One of the judges even arrived at Emma’s table, fork in hand, “I just have to try this cake.” And afterward, I heard her whisper in Emma’s ear, “You make one awesome cake little girl.” and she reached for one more slice.

Enjoy.

county fair cake

COUNTY FAIR CAKE


3/4 c. butter, soft
2 1/4 c. sugar (and that’s why it’s so good)
4 eggs
2 1/4 c. flour
1/4 t. baking soda
3/4 c. sour cream (i like to make it an overflowing 3/4 cup.) (can also be subst. w/ yogurt)
1 t. vanilla
1/2 t. lemon extract (optional. we never add it)

Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs one at a time, beating after each. To creamed mixture add sour cream and flour mix, alternately. Starting and ending with the flour mix. Mix until just blended after each addition. Stir in flavorings.

Pour batter into a greased and sugared (that’s the key) bundt pan. Bake at 325 degrees for an hour or until toothpick comes out clean. Cool in pan for 10 minutes. Remove from pan onto a wire rack and continue to cool. Sprinkle with powdered sugar.

holy cow

Last Tuesday afternoon, Emma and I found ourselves scrambling around a sticky hot kitchen. While I gave her directions on measuring this, leveling that, and “do you know what it means to cream the butter and sugar?” and “you should really crack the eggs in a separate bowl first, but we don’t have time for that.“; I also fielded the whining from a jealous little sister, “You never let me do anything in the kitchen!” and tried to comfort and keep tabs on my three house guests who I worried were wilting in the heat and bored out of their minds.

For the two days prior, we’d lost electricity in a storm that seemed to settle in and swirl around our valley. And so this day, fair day, we were left to prepare almost everything.

We were multi-tasking wonders–between baking and measuring, she’d do another touch-up on her painting. I’d dry the paint with the hair dryer while she wrote out the labels for her photography–I don’t want to talk about how many times we had to redo the labels…..while the cake baked, she changed her clothes, threw her hair back in a ponytail and we searched for our gate passes and read through the all directions one more time.

county fair

I quizzed her on things I thought the judge might ask about each of her projects:

What kind of paints did you use?
What’s the name of your cake?
At what temperature did you bake your cake?
What kind of camera did you use?

And I tried to give her gentle nudges of things she might want to share with the judge:

You could tell her that the eggs are from your own chickens.
You could tell her the story about how you finished your painting and then your little sister got into the paints and covered it in black.
You could tell her how your mother is this amazing photographer who takes stunning pictures and she taught you everything she knows and she has this photography project called ha……(kidding. i didn’t say any of that. of course.)

And right on schedule at 4 o’clock, we all loaded into the car, her bag carefully packed with half a cake on a pretty teal plate, her photographs and her painting of a sheep. We made our way to the fairgrounds and found the judging table for the Clovers–the children who aren’t quite old enough to be full-fledged 4-Hers yet.

She walked up to the table. And I stepped back.

judging

The judge was sweet–overflowing with compliments, asking sweet simple questions, nowhere near as difficult as those she’d fielded from me. And I smiled as I heard Emma tell the judge the story of the ruined and rescued painting.

home arts

And then her things were carried away, into the big home arts building under the green flag of clovers. Set on display among other children’s projects–birdhouses and scrapbooks, knitted turtles and cross-stitched pillows, model rockets and strawberry jam.

inspiration

When we came back to the fair Friday night, I believe she entered the fairgrounds skipping. So proud of that little white card in her hand that proved she was a card-carrying 4-Her. So excited to show her Daddy her projects on display and dying to see those silky green ribbons she knew would be hanging from each one.

So, I thought this morning in honor of the sticky hot fair days that are behind us, I’d share Emma’s recipe for Sour Cream Pound Cake. A recipe given to me years and years ago, which we’ve since made our own. It is so good and just the right amount of sweet. One of the judges even arrived at Emma’s table, fork in hand, “I just have to try this cake.” And afterward, I heard her whisper in Emma’s ear, “You make one awesome cake little girl.” and she reached for one more slice.

Enjoy.

county fair cake

COUNTY FAIR CAKE


3/4 c. butter, soft
2 1/4 c. sugar (and that’s why it’s so good)
4 eggs
2 1/4 c. flour
1/4 t. baking soda
3/4 c. sour cream (i like to make it an overflowing 3/4 cup.) (can also be subst. w/ yogurt)
1 t. vanilla
1/2 t. lemon extract (optional. we never add it)

Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs one at a time, beating after each. To creamed mixture add sour cream and flour mix, alternately. Starting and ending with the flour mix. Mix until just blended after each addition. Stir in flavorings.

Pour batter into a greased and sugared (that’s the key) bundt pan. Bake at 325 degrees for an hour or until toothpick comes out clean. Cool in pan for 10 minutes. Remove from pan onto a wire rack and continue to cool. Sprinkle with powdered sugar.

 

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