Keeping Busy (With Adele Pictures!)

On January 21st I handed my "Student Teacher" badge to the secretary at Ripon High School and made the official transition from being a student to being . . . unemployed. I headed over to a bank to have my application for a teaching license notarized, went to Ripon College to hand in my paperwork, and presumably felt some kind of weight lift off my shoulders, except that I knew I was in for another six to eight-week wait while the Education Department at Ripon reviewed my paperwork, and the DPI reviewed my request for a license.

Instead of doing anything productive like applying for substitute teaching jobs, I spent the first day of the rest of my life driving to Indiana to celebrate my niece's second birthday. (I couldn't actually apply for substitute teaching jobs anyway, because in the current economy schools are only hiring actual certified teachers to sub, and I was waiting for a letter from the Ed Department stating that my license application was pending at the DPI and that Ripon College would vouch for me if an employer was willing to take their word for it.)

Eventually the letter arrived, but I'd already gotten busy with Buechner Tax Prep, which has managed to keep my head above water for the last three years. (It is a little bit annoying to work for your dad though - my last three paid jobs have put me under the direct supervision of my immediate family, which probably looks strange on job applications. As much as I don't mind doing taxes, and enjoyed working as a kindergarten assistant, it sure would be nice if someone not related to me would hire me for a change!)

In addition to trying to supplement my family's income, I've been having fun with new cookbooks. Yay for wedding gifts!

Good Food?

Here are some of the things I've made:


Chicken dinner - with a pasture-raised chicken from Jordanal Farms, real mashed potatoes, and my first try at making the gravy I grew up on.


Blueberry cream scones, which might make it unnecessary for me to ever visit another coffee shop again . . .
Michael and I had some friends over for steak from the local "chop shop" which, unfortunately, sells only commercially raised, corn-fed beef. I think this was probably the first time I'd ever made steak at all, and it turned out pretty good, except that the wild rice I wanted to try burned to a crisp. (I followed the instructions very carefully, including the mandate not to open the lid during the 50 minutes of simmering, and almost lost my good pan in the process. The next time I made the rice, I checked on it frequently, cut the cooking time in half, and managed to serve it for dinner, but still wasn't particularly wild about the results.)

Good Books

In addition to enjoying my kitchen, I have been doing a lot of reading. (Surprise, surprise.) I joined a book club at a local book store, and so far have read four books I would probably never have picked up otherwise. (Ella Minnow Pea, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Help, and Water for Elephants.) A member of that book club mentioned a different book club - at the library - so I read The Gurnsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, which I'd been hearing about - and which was also really good. I also re-read several of my old favorite Jane Austen novels, and after finding a long-lost box of favorite books from my childhood in a bedroom closet at my parents' house, I am on my way to re-reading all of the Anne of Green Gables books, and have already completed the Emily books by L.M. Montgomery. They're still good. Which is good, because I already sent a boxed set to Adele.

Good Food and Books

Over winter break, instead of spending my entire week-long vacation picking up nuggets of wisdom such as "being courageous is a high-quality fixation" from sophomore essays defining abstract terms, or pulling my hair out because seniors still can't figure out how to support their ideas about Edgar Allen Poe with quotations from the text, I read In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan - which I had been wanting to read since last summer, when I read Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver, especially since there was a controversy in Madison about whether Michael Pollan's revolutionary book about what constitutes "food" should have been distributed, free of charge, on the UW campus. I couldn't put the book down, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about food since then. Goodbye vanilla yogurt. Goodbye cereal. Goodbye cream of mushroom soup. Eventually I'll have to say goodbye to Jiff peanut butter, but we tend to stock up on that, so I still have a few jars of both creamy and crunchy. Some things are not so difficult to say goodbye to - for instance, growing up on my grandma's freezer jam, I've never been a big fan of store-bought jams and jellies. (No, I don't know what's in sure-jell, but I think it might pass Pollan's "great-grandmother" test.)

Intermission

Last week, I thought it would be a great time to go to Indiana to see the world's cutest tw0-year old. (The best thing about this eighth wonder of the world is that admission is totally free to aunts and grandmothers, as long as we're willing to put up with the seven-hour drive and the in-law.)
Showing "Untal Mital" that she loves fruit snacks as much as he does!
Walking Tuh-Tee with Aunt Dee-Dee and MeMaw.
Adele is very good at playing I-Spy, and loves to show off her yellow daffodil.

She's less good at choosing appropriate clothing for the weather - we had trouble convincing her that it was too cold for short sleeves! (At least we got rid of the light purple pants "matched" with the red-and-white striped shirt.)
In spite of my recipe for excellent scones, I still love coffee-shop lattes - and I think it is really cute to take Adele to Starbucks. (I'll have to enjoy it while it lasts. I'm pretty sure I won't be shopping at Starbucks for much longer.) I like to say "ahh" after a sip of coffee, and Adele has been imitating this habit for several months now. This "ahh" was purely for the camera, though. She's a little ham!

Super Why is apparently one of Adele's favorite shows (but we didn't watch it with her so I know nothing about it). MeMaw fashioned a Super Why cape out of Adele's bumpy blankie and a clothespin.
Adele has a huge imagination. She got a Barbie tent for her birthday, but she realized that she could also make a tent out of a blanket and a chair. She called that her "chair tent." Then she took the blanket off of the chair, to find more places to build a tent. Too cute!
"No, No, Dee-Dee." The bumps go on the inside of the blanket. Good thing MeMaw was there to comfort Adele after I mistakenly covered her up the wrong way when she was trying to wake up from a long nap!
More "Ah-Busss" after the bookshop on Saturday, before MeMaw and Aunt DeeDee headed out. This time Adele picked "to-tat milt" instead of strawberry.

Preaching

Of course, by necessity, I missed two few and far-between opportunities for substitute teaching jobs while in Indiana, and delayed the processing of my application to substitute teach in Portage by a week, but the trip was worthwhile. In addition to playing with Adele for four days, we watched Food, Inc. My mom (who has been reading my ever-growing stack of books about the slow food movement) and I were pretty interested. Oddly, I'd picked up a library book for the trip, and since there is a long waiting list for the library's 53 copies of The Omnivore's Dilemma I picked up Eric Schlosser's Chew on This as a substitute.(And I packed Wisconsin cheese and sausage to eat in the car.) Food, Inc. was my first introduction to Eric Schlosser, and I though it was very good luck that I happened to have his book handy. I read it in less than 24 hours after watching Food, Inc. (Yay long naps!) Then, on Saturday, the girls ventured out to Mudsocks, a fun independent bookstore near Adele's house, and I picked up my very own copy of The Omnivore's Dilemma. Since I also picked up some Sandra Boynton books for the little kids I love, I decided to skip Food Rules for now. (The Omnivore's Dilemma is a much bigger book, so it promised to be more satisfying. Four days later, I'm still not finished (but I only got to read about five pages yesterday).

The Shopper's Dilemma

In Animal, Vegetable, Miracle Kingsolver essentially says that sometimes it is better not to buy organic food. For on thing, some people are organic farmers, but because of bureaucratic red tape they can't get the official label. For another thing, organic food - even sustainably grown organic food - may have been shipped thousands of miles to make it to my grocery store. So I had been feeling pretty decent about spending a few more cents to buy the Kemps milk - which says it is from Wisconsin - instead of the store brand. I didn't think it was worth checking out the organic milk options. Plus, I heard Michael Pollan say, on a radio program last week, that he tries to stay away from ultra-pasteurized milk products, even if they are organic. So yesterday I stood in the dairy section of our small-chain grocery store contemplating the options. I could buy IGA milk but wouldn't, because it probably came from California. (At least even that milk claimed to be rBGH free.) I could buy the Kemp's, knowing that the milk was rBGH free, and it was from Wisconsin cows. But then I looked at the organic milk because what I really wanted to drink was cow milk, not corn-milk. I was looking for grass-fed dairy cows. Pierce's had three different brands of organic milk. I wasn't planning to blog about it, so I didn't take any extensive notes on the brand names, prices, or product descriptions, but two of them looked kind of fishy to me. All three were ultra-pasteurized, so if I decided to go organic, I guess I'd have to compromise on the amount of processing that had gone into the finished product. (As I write, the a Wisconsin State Assembly committee is voting on a bill that would allow raw milk sales for a certain amount of time, under some serious restrictions - I am keeping my fingers crossed for this one!) Two of the cartons said nothing about the life of the cow, but promised to come from "family farms." This is what Michael Pollan calls the literary genre of "supermarket pastoral." (I think I may try to add this genre to my English curriculum.) When customers see phrases like "family farm" they think of a happy place where cows do what cows are supposed to do - much happily on hay and clover, with lots of lush green pastures surrounding a neat red farmhouse. In reality, this could be a place where cows are tethered to milking machines, fed a liquid diet of organic corn supplemented with organic animal fat. The third carton claims to come from grass-fed cows. The package is mostly green and contains what appears to be a photograph of cows in a pasture of short green grass. Their website is listed on the carton - www.grasspoint.com, and it has some information about their farming practices, but I'm starting to think that in order for farmers to raise animals and vegetables sustainably, there can't be a distributor in the middle. Grass Point can't say exactly which retailers sell their products, because that is at the discretion of the distributor. Maybe if this little bill working its way through the Wisconsin legislature becomes a law, I can head to the farm buy the milk directly from Chad at Grass Point. (Until then, pending Michael's taste test, I'll probably keep getting Grass Point milk from Pierce's.)
I also had to buy eggs for Easter, and ended up with Phil's cage-free eggs. (The accompanying Supermarket Pastoral text claims that these eggs were laid in nests. I'm more interested in what the hens are being fed . . .)
Before . . .
(we didn't have any Kemp's milk left in the fridge)
After . . .

For a while last fall I was buying Amish eggs, because I drove through Amish country every day. I always found it a little bit awkward to do business with the egg lady, because I wasn't sure just how such things were supposed to be done. The first time I stopped, there was another car taking up the entire driveway - and then a buggy had to get between my car and the other shopper's. The next time I actually asked the lady where their customers usually parked - she said around back, but I couldn't really tell what she was talking about. The next time, I parked behind another car, and a tiny little kid brought me my eggs. But then I discovered a faster way to get home, and stopped driving past this particular farm, even on nights when I left school before dark.

Choices

Open on my computer, in tabs next to Blogger, are sign-up forms for two CSAs. Michael and I will probably join a CSA this year. There are two relatively nearby which I am interested in. Their selection is smaller, one is not certified organic (but that doesn't bother me, because both offer opportunities to tour the farms and see how my food is being grown). There is a third option, a much larger CSA, which has its own farms, but also gets produce from around the world (or wherever they grow kiwi, pineapple, and guava) for their separate "fruit share." The reason I'm considering this CSA, in addition to the fact that some of our friends use this CSA, is that they also have coffee and cheese shares. The cheese is probably local. The coffee, of course, is not, although it is roasted in Wisconsin, the day before it is shipped.

As I continue to enlighten myself through about food, I feel a big civic and environmental responsibility in deciding where to buy my vegetables and meat this spring and summer. I could go to the farm market that will pop up sometime this spring in the Culver's parking lot. I like the man who mans the cash register. I could drive to local farmers' markets on various days of the week - but I don't always trust them. I could join a local CSA or I could join the large one that ships all the way to Minneapolis. (It is funny to think about food this way - it is very easy for Michael and me to go to Minneapolis for the weekend - it isn't all that far, but it certainly isn't local.) If I join a local CSA, I'll have the advantage of being able to walk around the farm and see how they grow their crops. But I'll never know what's coming in my weekly 0r bi-weekly box (choices, choices) and what if I can't figure out a good way to cook kohlrabi? And which one should I pick? Should I base my decision on cost? High or low? Proximity? I could get over my shyness of the Amish and drive to their farms this summer . . . but would I really be able to commit to that? Or would I find myself driving to the grocery store to pick up garlic or onions or tomatoes or basil because I "need" it to make tonight's dinner?

So many things to think about . . .

In addition to thinking too much about food [yesterday my mom and I headed to a local shop to check out their cheese, veggies, and meat - on our way out the door my dad called, "Katie won't be able to find anything to eat there" and he was pretty much right. Okay, so my mom bought me some "vegetarian" "Amish" chicken legs (I'm not sure this is all that great for the chickens, since they eat bugs and grubs and stuff . . .) and some blue cheese that looks promising, and some plums (from Chile), and I shared their Peruvian asparagus for lunch . . . but I'm not sure anything in the store could have withstood Michael Pollan's critical eye] I've been trying to do a little scrapbooking between tax returns.

Scrapbooking

My mom whips up pages of Adele in seconds (and in about an hour yesterday whipped up a substantial portion of a baby quilt for Anna Kate) but making my wedding scrapbook has become quite the process. (More overthinking, probably.) Should I put in, for example, the receipt from the Tux rental place? The business card of our minister? Or should I stick to pictures? Can I even find all the pictures I know were taken? I've glued down four pages, and have about four more "in the works" right now . . .

Picture of a scrapbook page with pictures of making place cards . . . and my scrapbooking mess!

Almost-finished Goody Bags page
Making the programs page, and more of my scrapbooking mess!


I'm trying to make a comparison between Cinderella's magical pumpkin carriage, my Princess day, and our limo . . . I thought this pumpkin paper was perfect, but the page still needs a little bibbity-bobbity-boo.

Busy

In March, when I told some of my professors that I had gotten engaged over Spring Break and was planning a fall wedding, they told me I was crazy to get married during my student teaching experience. Even at the time, I knew they were probably right, but Michael did not want a long engagement, and I didn't want to wait until the summer of 2010 to get married either, so we set the date in November and started planning.

Last Friday was my last day at my first student teaching placement. I love teaching middle school!



In less than two weeks, all of the wedding craziness will be over (except writing thank-you cards). I am excited about being married, I can't wait to see our as-of-yet-untaken wedding pictures, and I'm really looking forward to having an entire weekend without doing wedding planning!

Last weekend Michael and I went to Madison early Saturday morning to meet with Ubaldo, our fabulous cake decorator. I can't wait until everyone can see the amazing works of art he is going to make. After the cake, my mom and I met up with Jenny and we headed to Vera's for our final dress fittings. The seamstresses at Vera's worked wonders with Jenny's dress, so she's not drowning in excess fabric anymore. My dress is great too - it's amazing how much easier it is to move with the dress hemmed to an appropriate length! Jenny knows exactly how to get me into my dress (though the seamstress said Michael is on his own for getting me back out . . .) and after Jenny bustled the skirt I exclaimed something like, "Wow, I'll even be able to dance in this dress!" which is exciting considering how much we're paying the DJ.

Michael and I had brought a carload of food to my parents' house, because the other teachers surprised him with a wedding shower at school on Friday and sent him home with leftover cake and veggies that would have fed a small crowd. My dad was having a party to celebrate the completion of his new patio (see marksretirementblog.blogspot.com) so we through there was a good chance some hard workers would help us eat the leftovers - but my mom had made a pie and a pan of brownies, so we ended up bringing a lot of food back home. (Don't people know I'm trying not to gain weight before my wedding???)

After the feast, my mom took me to the hair salon, where I met Teresa, my wedding day stylist. I flipped through some books of hairstyles which were much more helpful than my stack of bridal magazines (the models in bridal magazines all have slicked back hair and very few of them wear veils) and Teresa helped me create a wedding day hairstyle. I may try to go with more curls on the big day, but that kind of depends on what my hair looks like Saturday morning.

When she was finished with my hair, Teresa did my makeup, which was almost as odd of an experience as my first (and only) pedicure, but I felt like she did a pretty good job of listening to what I wanted. I also learned that the brown tones that I like so much when I buy makeup tend to turn orange on my face (which I noticed in my engagment pictures) so Teresa stuck with pinker colors. I'm trying to get used to the pink . . .

The salon doesn't sell makeup anymore (they did 4 years ago) so Teresa explained I'd have to go out and buy more lipstick if I wanted to keep my lips looking great all day . . . which was kind of annoying. About 75% of the reason I decided to pay $60 to get my makeup done was to save the trouble of picking out the colors myself! My mom, Jenny, and I were too wiped out to go lipstick shopping that evening, although we did head over to Macy's where I picked out new wedding jewelery for my bridal party. The first set of jewelery I bought does not match their dresses, which should have been obvious to me when I got it in May or June.

We met my dad at the Great Dane for dinner and I came home to Michael many dollars poorer, but excited to look at the pictures my dad had taken of my hair and makeup.

On Monday I started my second student teaching placement. I have 120 new students, whose names I need to learn! I began teaching two sections of a World Literature class on Wednesday, which was a little bit sooner than I hoped to begin, as I'm still trying to figure out who everybody is, but it's actually easier to learn names when you're teaching than when you're observing. In addition to learning their names, I'm also trying to learn my own. My cooperating teacher thought it would be best if I didn't change my name three weeks into my student teaching placement, so on Monday I was introduced to the students as Ms. David. (I was introduced to faculty and staff as Katie-going-to-be-David-in-three-weeks-Buechner.) After the wedding I'll make the switch to Mrs. David. (When I decided to go as Ms. David my cooperating teacher asked, "you're pretty confident he's not going to leave you at the altar?" I have to admit, I'm a little bit superstitious, but at the same time, I'm pretty confident Michael's not going to have a change of heart in the next two weeks . . .)

Today I got up fairly early and made some additions to one of our wedding websites (you can find a link at the bottom of this page). Then Michael and I headed to Madison to meet with our minister and to figure out where to put the piano during our wedding ceremony. Unfortunately, although it had not been listed on the church calendar, there was a service going on in the church at our meeting time, so we were not able to move furniture around in the church to try to get the piano in the front rather than in the back. We're sure it will all work out, but I'm a little bit nervous because our original photographer, who was going to come to the rehearsal, and would have been able to tell us how our pictures would turn out with the piano in various locations, cancelled our contract because she has a medical condition that makes it difficult to see whether her camera is in focus. I guess that's the bad side of going with an individual instead of a photography company that has many photographers. We hired a new photographer on Tuesday (and are excited about the package we're getting, as this company's prices were discounted for the remainder of the year, so we're getting more bang for our buck this way) and we're excited to get to know these photographers, but they won't be able to be at the rehearsal, so we'll meet them for the first time on Saturday morning.

After our somewhat less productive than planned meeting with the minister, Michael and I went to La Brioche (where we're getting our wedding cake) for breakfast, and then he headed home, to rest up before his bachelor party, about which I know almost nothing, although there was a rumor of sushi. I went to my parents' house to figure out how much the wedding reception is going to cost. Then my mom and I went lipstick and shoe shopping, where I successfully found lipstick I think I like, and my mom was disappointed because she found a great, comfortable pair of shoes that were not available in her size.

After shopping, we went out for orange lattes at Steep and Brew, and made a plan for wedding day transportation (whoo-hoo, another item to cross off of my To Do list on The Knot). My parents were the excited recipients of a somewhat frantic phone call from my sister asking if they can come and visit for a week, since Adele's babysitter is sick. They took me out for dinner, and I came home, where I've spent an hour and a half on the computer, typing student teaching reflections from my first week at my new placement and finally catching up on my blog!

I'm sorry there aren't more pictures. Soon enough there will be plenty of pictures for everyone. I think the part of my wedding I'm looking forward to the most is looking through pictures for the next 50 years, which is strange since I hate having my picture taken.

I'll try to blog again before the big day . . . but I have a lot of reading and a lot of wedding stuff to do before then!