Tuesday, January 11, 2011

New Year Kickoff at the Cabin

Going to the cabin, particularly in the dead of winter, is like hanging a "Do Not Disturb" tag on the doorknob of life.  We're so removed.  Just us.  Everything is so still.

I spent most of our quiet weekend trying new recipes, loving most and eliminating a few.  The ones I'll keep are Barefoot Contessa's Confetti Corn and a biscotti recipe with cherries, pistachios and chocolate that I fashioned from a combination of several I dug up online.  I made cranberry bread from a TJ's mix, but added an extra cup of real cranberries -- yummy for breakfast.  I also worked on a few projects for my new church assignment, which I'll show and tell in an upcoming post (I'm sure you're on the edge of your seat).

Mister spent a fair amount of our trip shoveling snow and tending the fire.  So masculine.

While the baby napped, Bug spent hours outdoors in the fresh glittery snow.  Hours.

She laid in the snow.

She posed on the snow.

She threw snow up in the air.  Repeatedly.

She ate the snow.
We didn't watch television all weekend; our satellite was out.  However, we had plenty of little projects. One was this mammoth gingerbread girl that was fun to decorate but tasted like cr@%.


We packed lunches and went for a drive to see that the huge lake had layers of ice in spots, and the river was absent of fishermen.  Less animal spottings than last year, though we happened upon six or seven wild turkey.


After so much baking (and tasting), I needed to move a bit, so I bundled up my entourage for a late afternoon walk.  Mister and I worried about how the freezing temperatures might affect our spirits, and planned on an early retreat, but it turned out to be so much fun, nobody wanted to go back inside.





Before we left, I dug out the goals and predictions we created a year ago.  We missed a few, but were eerily accurate with most.  In creating our list for 2011, I had a renewed hope and motivation for the new year.  Again, I was reminded how special it is to kick off another year in a place we love with our simple, little, loving family.

Until next time...

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