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Cocktails, the End of a Successful Hunt, and the TLM

The other day, well, I mean the other month, my husband made a few drinks.  I meant to share them with you then, but I forgot because I was busy.  So, I’ll share them today because they’re good, and we’re celebrating the end of a successful Hunting Season.

Now I’d like to share a photo of my husband’s dead deer too, but there isn’t one.  You see, he had a Doe Tag and according to him, “Does are hardly worth taking photos of.”  So not only will there be no photo of him with his deer, but there will of course be no antlers to mount on the garage walls.  The boys were seriously disappointed.  One can never have too many antlers on one’s walls apparently.

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Some antlers on our garage wall.
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A pile of antlers that haven’t made it to the wall yet.

 

Brandy Alexander & a Sidecar

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Which one is mine?

On to drinks.  As I said, we’re celebrating a swift end to the Hunting Season, and I’d like to highlight two of our favorites: a Brandy Alexander and a Sidecar.

The drink on the left is a Brandy Alexander.  My husband and I began drinking these after reading Evelyn Waugh’s Brideshead Revisited, in honor of Anthony Blanche.  Those of you who have read the book or watched the (good) version of the movie (with Jeremy Irons) know what we’re talking about.  There’s a scene wherein Anthony Blanche downs three of them in a row, which is a bit reckless, no?

Normally a Brandy Alexander is made with cream, but as we never have any on hand, my husband makes them with whole milk, which of course is not as creamy, but still good.

Brandy Alexander:
Equal parts Brandy, Creme de Cocoa, and Cream

Sidecars are way too strong for me, but my husband insists that they’re classic and tasteful.  I’d probably be rather drunk if I attempted one.  Nevertheless, here’s how they’re made.

Sidecar:
3 parts brandy, 1 part lemon, 1 part triple sec

Enjoy!

And lastly,

The Traditional Latin Mass

A good friend of mine sent me an article written by Jake Neu and published in Crisis Magazine this morning.  It’s excellent.  (Click HERE for it.)  It’s also interesting that more and more people are choosing to attend the TLM.

A big Thank You to Jake Neu.  Your sentiments are mine as well.

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Opening Day of Deer Season: A Solemnity

Now there are seasons that we celebrate in this household.  You know, like Christmas, Lent, Easter, Hunting, and Advent.  It just so happens that we’re about to embark on Hunting Season this weekend.  Today is in fact Opening Day for North Dakota.

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My husband celebrating Deer Season a year or so ago.

Like any other solemn undertaking, we begin this season with many prayers.  For example, the following prayer may be found in the Divine Office in the Proper of Seasons:

O Lord, please let my husband shoot a deer within the first hour of hunting.  You know, O Lord, how I cannot survive another Saturday without his presence.   I’m afraid I might yell.  And look like this:

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Help me.  I need You.  Amen.

As you know, Hunting Season commences with a Class 2 Feast Day, which is of course properly called Opening Day.*  You might also recall that at the recent Youth Synod in October many reforms were suggested by the youth to the Holy Father in the hopes of elevating this most important day.*

Suggested Reforms Coming Out of the Latest Synod

  1. Holy Father, We the Youth ask that Opening Day may be made a Solemnity and a Holy Day of Obligation wherein in all Youth are required to abstain from school and made rather to walk the glorious fields of God’s creation with a gun.
  2. We the Youth ask that this synod might be renamed from “Walking Together” to “Walking Together With Guns.”
  3. We the Youth ask that St. Hubert, patron saint of hunters, be made a Doctor of the Church.
  4. We the Youth also propose Orange Vestments to be worn during these solemn  of days.

I’m not sure if the Youth were successful in any of these endeavors.  I do know, however, that our household will also be praying the following prayer, which may found somewhere in the Bible.  I think Moses prayed it in the Wilderness with those stubborn Hebrews.

O Lord, you see that our freezer is empty.  We humbly ask that you might provide a 30 Point Buck to fall within sight of my husband’s .243 Rifle.   For You are All Powerful and Glorious forever and ever.  Amen.*
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Happy Deer Season y’all.
*Not really.  Nope.  These things never happened.  This is nowhere in the Bible.
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Winter is HERE: A Poem to Celebrate!

Now I know that some of you live in warmer climates.  You know who you are.  You’re probably reading this on your iPhone, sitting on your deck, listening to birds sing, while the rest of us are freezing our tushies off and drinking anything hot to stay alive.  I’ll have you know that the windchill was zero this morning.  Zero.  (Yes, it called for an extra cup of coffee just for coping reasons.)

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This was the view out my front window.  Not really…

Anyway, I wanted to brighten everyone’s day with a little poetry.  My daughter recently came across a lovely poem in an obscure South Dakota centennial book.* The author is unknown, and I’ve typed it below for your enjoyment.  Of course one might substitute “South Dakota” for “North Dakota.”

And I must warn my sensitive readers, this anonymous author uses the word butt.  Goodness, the language some people use these days.

Winter in South Dakota

It’s winter in South Dakota
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour,
At thirty-five below.

Oh, how I love South Dakota,
When the snow’s up to your  butt.
You take a breath of winter in
And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful.
So I guess I’ll hang around.
I could never leave South Dakota
I’m frozen to the ground!

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*Celebrating 125 Years of History and Growth, pg. 17.  Email me later if you actually want the publisher, etc.  I don’t have the book in front of me at the moment, and I’m too cold to get off the couch right now.  Happy Winter!
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Wherein I Offer 3 Articles You Must Read

This last week my family and I moved to a new home.  Deo gratias.

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This is me celebrating with a glass of port at my in-laws.  Not at my new house.  More on that later.

As you can imagine, I am busy unpacking.

So today I offer 3 articles that you should read.  They all come from New Liturgical Movement. And if you have a spare minute, do yourself a favor and read one of them right now.

Here they are:

  1. I’m sick of ugly buildings.  Are you?  David Clayton spells it out for us HERE.  And I’ve added two photos for your contemplation.
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Photo #1.  Ugly Building.  The Capitol of North Dakota.
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Photo #2.  Beautiful Building.  Cathedral of St. Joseph in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

 

2.  Do you have sons?  If they are discerning a vocation to the priesthood, what kind of seminary would you have them attend?  Dr. Kwasniewski writes about this by showing different vocational videos.  One is demanding and requires sacrifice; the other is wishy-washy and features happy-go-lucky seminarians and cardinals.  Click HERE for it.

3.  Why, oh why, can’t we get this right at Mass?  Music matters.  Music becomes a part of us, and if we continually fill ourselves with emotional schmaltzy jingles, then that’s what we’ll become.

Cardinal Sarah gets it.  You should just read what he writes HERE about Gregorian Chant.  My husband has been reading this article out loud to the children (well, and me too) at supper.

You might also consider buying both of Sarah’s books.

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Now here’s a man.  God or Nothing.
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The Power of Silence.  Your library is incomplete without both of these.

And one more thing.  An invite.

If you happen to be in the Bismarck/Mandan area, and would like to experience the Mass of the Ages, come to Christ the King Catholic Church this Sunday, October 28, at 11:30am.

Fr. Nick Schneider will offer the Extraordinary Form the Mass.  You know, the Mass that St. Maximillian Kolbe celebrated.  The Mass that St. Thomas Aquinas wrote about.  The Mass that St. Therese the Little Flower loved.

And there’s a potluck afterwards, if you want to stay and visit.  I’d love to meet you.

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Best Date Night Movie

Those of you who are married, when’s the last time you went on a date with your spouse?

I’ll let you think about that.

If the answer is not within the last two weeks, then it’s time.  If you’re racking your brain right now and can’t seem to remember, then you’re way overdue.  Or, if you seem to recall celebrating your 10th anniversary at Dairy Queen with a baby in tow last year, then NOPE.  You’re way overdue too.  And no, that one time, when you and your spouse went to the grocery store together doesn’t count either.

Now, as you know, watching a movie isn’t the best carefree timelessness that one can spend with one’s spouse, for the obvious reason that you’re not giving your attention to your spouse.  Naturally, it would be better to go for a walk together.  Or enjoy a cup of coffee at a cafe together.  Or a glass of wine at a restaurant together.  Or anything else away from your home and your children – little blessings that they are – so long as you two are together.

And I hate that I have to say this, but you had better not have your phones near you.  Well, maybe you need them for your children’s sake, but absolutely no using them otherwise.  It is abominably rude to check your phone in front of your spouse, let alone other people.  So put it away.

That said, there are times when a Movie Night might be the ticket, especially if grandma is busy and you can’t leave your house.  So, if you’ve already spent at least fifteen minutes in eye-to-eye conversation with your spouse today, then I recommend watching the following movie:

The Quiet Man

The Quiet Man is the best date night movie ever for the following reasons:

  1. It’s clean.  (This is a Miracle.  I guess it did come out in 1952.)
  2. It features John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara, who are sure to satisfy both husbands and wives.
  3. It’s set in Ireland, complete with lovely Irish accents.
  4. It’s light-hearted.  The Catholics are Catholic.  The protestants are protestants.  There are some really funny jokes, if you’re able to catch them.

Now this movie is not perfect, however.  For example, you will see a priest support a questionable scheme to convince O’Hara’s belligerent brother to let her go courting.

That said, give it a shot.  It’s still awesome.

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Ode to My Box Wine – Splendor of My Refrigerator

Anyone in need of a little lighter fare?

Remember when I wrote that Ode to my Coffee Pot?  Well, I have something else that I’d like to honor and call to your attention.  It’s my Box Wine.

Without any further ado, here is my Ode to My Box Wine in modern, “free” verse.  (Whatever that means.)

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Got this one on sale the other day for $17.  There’s the equivalent of 4 bottles of wine in that thing.  O joyous Safeguard of sanity! O Splendor of my Refrigerator!

Ode to My Box Wine

Even though you take up much needed space in my refrigerator,

I praise you, Box Wine,

for you are gloriously and wondrously made.

O Hope of desperate mothers!

O Comforter at the end of an exasperating day!

Just one glass is enough to fill our hearts with gladness.

After a day of cleaning up urine all over toilet seats, floors, and walls,

and scrubbing feces from onesies and seat-holders,

and wearing spit-up and drool,

You are my Illustrious Reward.

O Vessel of Joy!

Some things must be prioritized to allow for your presence:

Ketchup or Box Wine?

5th gallon of milk or Box Wine?

Sauerkraut or Box Wine?

(Oh wait, we’re German and cannot actually live without sauerkraut.)

Water pitcher or Box Wine?

Some things just have to go.

For you are our Solace in the midst of woe.

O Bestower of Buzzes!

And Terror of Bad Moods!

You are the Splendor of my refrigerator.

May you live a long life

and never run dry!

May you be as a Stone Jar at the Wedding Feast of Cana!

O Happy Box of Brilliance!

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She fits right in.

 

Have a friend who needs a glass of wine?  Be sure to send this post along.

 

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Haircutting Day. Line Up Y’All.

I’ve never paid for the children to have a haircut.  Or my husband.  We just line ’em up and start clipping.

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Child on the right is done.

Early on in our marriage, my husband bought a clippers and begged me to cut his hair.  He hated wasting time at a salon and despised fancy haircuts.  All he wanted was his hair to be buzzed off as short as possible.  So, I snapped on a #1 and went at it.

There are eight attachments with our clippers that are numbered 1-8.  1 is the shortest; 8 is the longest.  My husband insists on a #1 for him.  The boys, however, don’t care.  I generally buzz the bottom off with a 1, shear the top with a 3, and blend the edges with a 2.  I learned that trick from my sister.  She went to hair school and worked in a salon for a few years.

Now normally I do all the clipping, but occasionally my husband likes to “help out.”  He thinks it’s funny to tonsure all the boys first and then chase after them with the clippers to finish it off.  (Don’t know what a tonsure is?  Click HERE.)

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Tonsured boy on the stool.  Run-away-boy on the left.

The Girls?

And how about the girls?

Every now and then I trim the girls’ hair, but that’s trickier and requires a bit more skill.  Again my sister showed me a few haircutting tricks, but I’m just not that good at it.  So, every year or so, I bribe her with coffee to fix their hair, which she gladly does.  (May God bless her soul.)

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This is my sister.  She’s cutting her son’s hair.

 

And what about me?

I’m the only spoiled rotten one in this family.  So I go to a salon where my hairdresser washes, cuts, and styles my hair beautifully.  If I lived anywhere near my sister, however, I would bribe her to cut my hair too, but alas, she’s 6 hours away.  And when I do see her, I’ve got so many girls with uneven hair that there just isn’t time for me.

Parting Advice

If you don’t own a clippers, buy one.  I promise it’s a lot of fun.

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Gotta love that tonsure.
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Ditch Fire!

“Hey, Mom, look!”  Yelled my 9-year-old son while riding his bike up and down the driveway.  “The top of the electric pole is on fire!”

“Where?”  I asked, while strapping the baby on me for a little walk.

“It looks like fireworks!”  Yelled the 7-year-old son.

The grass is on fire now!”  Reported the 9-year-old.

And that’s how the little ditch fire started last Friday night.  Across the gravel road from our house, the top of an electric pole somehow overheated and burst into flames.  It soon died out, but the sparks from it began a fire in the tall grass below.

Now there were 3 things to be thankful for at that moment:

  1. No one lives on that side of the road, so no houses were in danger.
  2. The wind was not blowing.  (Miracle.)  So it was a very slow moving fire.  And
  3. We happen to be not in a drought.  (Also a miracle for where we live.)

Had this electric pole decided to burst into flames exactly a year ago, the entire Waterfowl Production Area would have been gone in very short while.  Last summer, our fire department was kept very busy with wildfires, with one of them way too close for comfort – a mile away.

But this year, not a problem, yet.

Anyway, as soon as I saw the little fire, I called 911 to report it, while my husband grabbed a rake and ran over to it.  He had some experience putting out fires in Montana during college as part of a wild land firefighting crew.

Meanwhile the children thought this was all very awesome.  We watched from the other side of the ditch while the Sheriff and the Firemen pulled up.  By this time my husband had mostly put out the little fire, and the firemen had commenced spraying everything down.

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“Mom, I want to be fireman, just like these guys!”  Note the blackened ditch behind the firetruck on the left.

My 7-year-old wants to be a fireman now.  Because they’re manly and tough and get to be outside doing cool stuff like spraying water from massive hoses and driving sweet-looking trucks.

And you know what?  They are cool.

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A Bad Habit, Broken!

Dear Readers, the last few weeks, I’ve been stuck in a bad habit.  In my defense, I’ve been suffering from insomnia nearly every night and have been too exhausted to do much about it, but today, I said, enough is enough.

I will get my curling iron out, I will put mascara on, and I will wear something other than that ugly black shirt with capris.

And I did.  I curled my hair, put my mascara on, and slid into a bright pink shirt.  After breakfast, I’m putting my lipstick on.

I already feel better, by the way.  I walked out of the bathroom door and my 5-year-old daughter said, “Oh, Mom!  You look soooo beautiful!

Anyone else stuck in a bad habit?

Happy Monday Everyone!

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Time for Cocktails!

As this is summer, I am wondering what you all are enjoying in the evenings?  I like a glass of wine* or two, but every now and then, I like a cocktail too.

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This is a Classic Martini.  2.5 oz. dry gin, .5 oz dry vermouth, and an olive.  I hate Classic Martinis.  Yuck.  My husband loves them though.

Summer Drinks

The other night, my husband and I enjoyed a Lemon Martini (on the left) and a Rob Roy (on the right).

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As the famous Fr. Z asks, “which is mine?”

Lemon Martinis

Some of you have asked how we make our Lemon Martinis?  (By we, I mean my husband.  Who are kidding?  I don’t make the drinks around here.  I just drink ’em.)  My husband pours equal parts freshly squeezed lemon, dry vermouth, and vodka into a shaker with ice.  Then he shakes it violently and pours it into my martini glass.

So of course, it isn’t a true martini, as it has no gin.

And what’s around that rim?  It’s sugar.  He does this by wetting the rim with the lemon wedge and then tipping the glass upside down onto a plate of sugar.  It’s worth the extra minute of two waiting.

Rob Roy

The second drink, my husband’s drink, is a Rob Roy.  This is two parts Scotch, one part dry vermouth, and two dashes of Angostura bitters.  Rob Roys can also be made with sweet vermouth or even with equal parts of both, but my husband prefers dry.

This is also poured into a shaker with ice and shaken.  Then it’s poured into a martini glass and enjoyed.

Helpful Tools

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My husband loves his Drink Tool shown above.

When making cocktails, it’s helpful to have a cocktail shaker and something to measure shots with.  A simple shot glass will do, or if you have a nifty tool like the one above, you’re good to go.  You’ll notice that on this tool, on the left, is a little measuring cup while on the right are other useful things – most notably the extended stick used as a juicer.  This juicer gets a lot of use in our house for drinks requiring lemons or limes.

What are you all drinking this summer?  Drop a line in the comment box!

*One of my favorite scripture verses involve wine.  The following one comes from Psalm 104:14-15.
“You cause the grass to grow for the cattle, and plants for man to cultivate, that he may bring forth food from the earth, and wine to gladden the heart of man, oil to make his face shine, and bread to strengthen man’s heart.”
Notice that?  Wine to gladden the hearts of men and bread to strengthen us.  Two of the best things ever.  God is good!