Family snow day

Snow Day!

So much has happened since last I wrote that I've been putting off sitting down to write simply because I didn't know where to begin.  Rather than doing much back-blogging, though I prefer to fill you in on more recent news.  We continue to have Wednesdays off as a family day and have been toying with the idea of taking Emily to Sierra Nevada to play in the snow for some time now, but since Christmas she has been obsessed with Frosty the Snowman (I introduced her to the1969 cartoon that I loved as a child) so getting to make a real snowman has become a real priority.  Finally, last week we decided to just go for it, and after doing some minimal research on the internet for a good place to just play in the snow, ie. not at the actual ski resort, we got the whole family in the car (yes, Bela, too!) and set out on our adventure Wednesday morning.

It turned out to be the most perfect day!  The weather was great.  VERY sunny, I was thankful I'd remembered my baseball hat, sunglasses and 50 spf sunscreen.  The temperature was around 40º but if felt more like 75º+ because there wasn't a breath of wind.  It was an absolutely stunning day.  The snow was perfect for skiing...it had snowed just two days earlier and an icy base was covered with about 2'' of powder.  My long dormant inner skier felt an urge to hit the slopes, but as it turns out, I don't think my day could have been any better.

The powder made snoman construction difficult, but after much persistance and the necessary purchase of real snow gloves, we succeeded.  My family was highly critical of his rock eyes and especially the "corn-cob" pipe we created from a piece of cardboard...but Emily was completely enamored.  We sang and sang and danced circles around Frosty.  She was a very happy kid.

The snow was also a first for Bela, who had a blast racing around chasing snowballs and barking a sledding children.  We brought along a sheet of sturdy plastic, (whose presence in our garage I honestly cannot explain seeing as I have know idea what else we'd use it for) which made a perfect and VERY speedy sled.  Growing up in snow country we've always had "real" sleds and saucers to play on, but our folded plastic sheet was faster than any I've tried before.  As you'll see in the video, Emily even went sledding alone. :)  She loved it and kept gleefully crying, "gain, gain" after each run.

February Upon Us

Somehow a month has gone by without a single word from me.  Sometimes I wonder where the time goes.  I don't feel as busy as you all must think I am, but I suppose maybe I am busier than even I suspect.  Anyway, getting back into my work routine has been rough.  Little Emily especially got very used to having her Mommy home all day every day and was none too happy to be left with her Mama upon my return to work.

One morning, Angelines slipped into bed with Emily when I got up to get ready for work thinking that she would sleep longer if she felt the presence there beside her.  Emily groggily began to wake up and rolled over to nurse.  When she saw her Mama instead of me she jumped up (literally stood right up in bed), shouting "No, no, no!! Mama allí! (pointing to our big bed) Mommy aquí!" (pointing to the space in her small bed where the two of us usually snuggle up).  Then of course she began sobbing uncontrolably.  Thankfully, I hadn't left yet and was able to nurse her a bit and calm her down before heading out the door.  Poor baby!

But the biggest news around these parts latley is that my parents flew in to Málaga Wednesday afternoon.  Emily hasn't had a nap for two days because she's been too excited to calm down and sleep in the middle of the day.  Today, however, she was out in record time--her grandma is wearing her out. ;)  Although, I suppose it's mutual because Grandma went down for a nap today, too!

It is a miracle of modern technology that Emily knows her grandparents so well even though they live half way around the world.  We had spent all day Wednesday telling Emily that we would be picking up "Ga" and "Papa" at the airport later, but I don't think she really understood what that meant.  When she saw my parents walk through the doors at the arrivals terminal in Málaga, her little face immediately lit up and she gasped, "Papa!"  It was about the most adorable thing I think I've ever seen. 

It is wonderful to head off to work knowing she's spending quality time with her American Gparents. :)

2017

Happy New Year, all.

I've been on "vacation" for two weeks now...you wouldn't know it from my blogging silence, though.  As usual, my time off from work has passed by too quickly, but I feel we did a pretty good job of taking advantage of our time despite the rush and craziness that are the holidays here in the Granados Wilbanks house-hold.

It was great that the holidays all fell on the weekend, or on normal work days for Angelines.  That gave us three days each week to be together all day long.  Of course there was preparation to be done and you can't forget the cleaning... but still we were able to get out and do/see some things.

The weather has been chilly (by Spanish standards), but sunny and nice, so we were able to have a picnic lunch the day after Christmas. And got out of the house to the indoor park in Antequera on another day. 

New Year was pretty low-key this year as we were the only ones along with my mother-in-law to eat over at my brother and sister-in-law's house.  Usually the whole family is there, but with so few people it was much more laid back and I personally enjoyed myself more.  Emily was entertainment enough for all of us, plus I took over Taboo and played a little with my nephew.

This week we made two trips to Málaga.  We went to the aquarium on Tuesday and then spent the evening in the center of Málaga enjoying the Christmas lights, which were amazing.  The streets were packed, but it was fun to be out with the holiday spirit in the air.  Thankfully we decided to try out the new metro in Málaga and left our car outside the center.  The "train" was Emily's highlight of the evening by far. :) 

Wednesday we got everything taken care of around here and then headed to the pool.  It's been nearly a month since we were last able to go, and Emily has been begging to go swimming for at least two weeks.  It felt great to get in the water again and Em had a blast.  She has a little floatation belt that she wears, it's still a little big so we can't really leave her on her own completely yet, but she LOVES it and spends the whole time repeating, "Emily sola, Emily sola!"

After the pool we decided we should head to Málaga because we didn't have a Kings' day present for my mother or sister-in-law and both of them are such help with the baby and the bar.  Once again we rode the "train" into the center for some blitz holiday shopping.  It was packed!!  The 6th of January is Kings' day which is when the Spanish children get their gifts, so the mall was jammed with all the last-minute shoppers.  We could only take about 30 minutes of the madness before we turned back for the metro station.  Still, we successfully bought presents for all.

The Kings brought Emily a Mickey mouse costume that she can use for carnival...and just for fun around the house.  She especially loves the gloves.  Tonight we put the full costume on for the first time, and she loved it--dancing around the house.

Monday it's back to work for me...but I think that tomorrow Angelines has decided not to open so we'll have one last day together.  She wants to go to see her favorite soccer team, Real Betis, play in Seville.  If she can get the tickets that will be her Christmas present because I was a terrible person and wasn't able to get her anything.  All my plans were foiled.  If this works out though, I know she'll be happier than with anything I would have gotten her anyway. 

Merry Christmas

I have much to say, but I don't feel much in the mood for a long post at the moment.  Still, I couldn't let the day go by without wishing all of you a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. :)  Santa brought Emily an easel that she is in love with.  She really loves the chalkboard side.  The other side is a magnetic whiteboard.  Santa also brought some really nice animal magnets to play with, which she also enjoys.

Lately, coloring has become a favorite thing to do and so we thought that an easel would be the perfect gift.  It turns out we were right, though the box warns it's for 3+ kids.  Poo, on their recommendations!  ...And I can't even imagine what she'll do when we introduce her to paint! ;)

We had a very merry morning.  Angelines got up with us to see what Santa brought, then went back to bed since she had gone to sleep at 5am and is fighting a nasty cold.  We cleaned the bar with abuela and tita and then had Christmas lunch at tita's house.  Before going down for her nap, we all three watched Frosty The Snowman--a personal Christmas favorite--and this evening we made gingerbread cookies which I hope to deccorate tomorrow.  So, it's been a Christmasy day only made better by the fact that I spent all afternoon on Skype with my family laughing with them as they opened presents.  It was almost like being there.

I hope you've also celebrated with family and that Santa's brought you everything you asked for (and more).

Merry Christmas!

Long Live Leftovers!

It is a well-known fact that the very best part of a Thanksgiving day feast are the leftovers that, if you're lucky, last more than a week!  Every November I look forward to at least a week of turkey in all it's variable creative, culinary reincarnations.  And don't even get me started on the mashed potates, yams, gravy, stuffing and the pies...Oh, the pies!  Eating my second Thanksgiving feast on Friday, before the pickings get slim, requiring a bit more preparation, is my second favorite meal of the year. 

And yet, the term "leftovers" in Spain is almost derogatory.  I think I have offended more than one person in my time here by offering to prepare them a plate of sobras.  It's as if I were suggesting that they somehow weren't good enough for the "real" food.  Or perhaps it's a matter of pride?  Sobras in Spanish carries the connotation of the unwanted remnants, which isn't the case at all with the English word.  Although, pondering linguistic dilema, the English teacher in me concludes that the meaning can be similar to Spanish in cases when the word is accompanied by the definite article "the".  There is a differnce between giving some leftovers and giving the leftovers.  Grammar aside, my mind is still boggled by this cultural difference, even after ten years here, and so I wanted to briefly blog in honor of the beauty represented by a refridgerator full of leftovers!

Our bird this year was exraordinarily large: 11.5k or 25lbs.  That is a big turkey even by U.S. butterball standards; in Spain it's virtually unheard of.  I was honestly worried that it wouldn't fit in my oven.  Angelines glibly suggested cutting off the thighs and cooking them separately if it came down to it--a thought which completely horrified me, of course.  In the end I was able to tuck it together nicely and it fit on the lowest rack in my little Spanish oven scraping the sides and just missing the top by less than a centimeter.  It was a close call, to say the least.

Needless to say, this year I was much more generous doling out the turkey to our guests.  In general Spaniards refuse to take leftovers from joint meals.  It seems the unspoken rule is "host takes all".  Even when you bring a plate of something, it would be terrible manners to take what hasn't been eaten back home with you.  Usually after some obligatory heckling and repeated polite refusals I can get people to take SOME of what they've brought home with them, but inevitably I am left with much more food than I bargained for. 

My covetous, glutonous instinct as a food lover, is of course to delight in the fact that I can keep all the spoils to myself and not be seen as a stingy pig!  But this year, in light of our huge turkey, I was legitimately concerned I wouldn't be able to eat all the possible leftovers; there are only three of us, after all.  Nor do I have endless freezer space to store food for longer periods of time, so I was more insistant than ever that people take leftover turkey, etc. home with them.   

When all was said and done, I still had a large plate piled high with cuts of breast and thigh, and of course the carcass was all mine.  I always make a batch of broth with half the bones and freeze half to make more in a few months' time.  This year, I made broth and was able to divide the rest of the carcass into two parts to make broth two more times.  I am elated.  Turkey soup is perhaps the highlight of the winter months, as far as I'm concerned. 

My creativity with turkey was more limited than in past years.  Aside from our second Thanksgiving, we ate turkey soup twice in the week and a delicious turkey curry pie I made up with,you guessed it!, leftover pie crust.  But I also savoured turkey on my morning tostadas for a full week.  My only other moment of inspiration with Thanksgiving leftovers came when faced with two small bowls of cranberry relish.

My mom brought me a few cans of whole cranberries when she and my dad came here for Thanksgiving the year Emily was born.  I used the last one this year.  At home, my mom always buys OceanSpray fresh cranberries and makes a mean no-cook cranberry relish...but cranberries are hard to come by in Spain, since they are not grown here and so I have learned to make a suitable cranberry sauce of my own with whatever I can get.  The first year I was here I used current berries, but since then I have always had a some shipment or hand-delivery (my favorite) from the States to help make this most typical of Thanksgiving garnishes.

I made two different cranberry sauces this year.  One more similar to my mom's with orange and walnut, and one that caught my eye on the can.  It was a sort of compote, I suppose.  Apple, onion, orange zest and cranberries simmer together until the apple is soft, then you add ginger, cinnamon and allspice--fantastic.  It was the apple-cranberry sauce gave me the idea.  After my turkey pie I still had a little extra crust and I am loathe to throw anything away if I can avoid it.  I rolled it out and put it in a mini pie tin I have, then chopped up some more apple and mixed it with the cranberry sauces to make a pie filling.  I must say, my cran-apple pie was outstanding.  I highly recommend it to any of you looking for ways to make use of extra cranberry sauce after next year's Thanksgiving.

Well there you have it, the nitty-gritty of post-Thanksgiving goings-on in my kitchen: Long Live Leftovers!! ;)

I am Thankful for...

I suppose it isn't a tradition unique to my family, but every year at Thanksgiving, we go round the dinner table and all share something we are thankful for.  Depending on the year, it can be easier or more difficult.  Since Thursday I have been thinking of everything I am grateful for--an important thing to do, and not just once a year!--and I am overwhelmed by all of it.  All of us complain about things like mortgage payments, or electricity bills, or the rising gas prices...but shouldn't we take pause and reflect on the fact that we have a house? We have electric lights and appliances?  We have a car?


And of course our gratitude should never limit itself to material things.  I am thankful for my health; for my loving, dedicated wife; for my amazing, inteligent, gentle daughter; for the friends who surround me here and the ones I miss so dearly from back home.  I am grateful for my beautiful, fun-loving sisters and as I grow into my role as a mother and parent, I am more and more grateful for my own parents whose endless dedication in my childhood and beyond has given me the confidence to be who I am.  I am thankful for my job and especially for my wonderful boss and coworkers who make going to work fun; and I am also thankful that I can afford to work only part-time so that I can be witness to my daughter's amazing growth and development.

I complain (more than I should) about skype, or patchy internet service, but I am thankful for the technology that allows me to keep in touch with all of you--my faraway family.  I complain of the distance that separates us, but I am grateful that I have means to visit you...even if it's less frequently than I would like.

I am extremely grateful that I have wonderful people--friends and family--here in Spain with whom I can celebrate this most wonderful of American holidays.  In the ten years I have lived here, I have made nine turkeys and eaten nine feasts.  In 2008, when I was home for Thanksgiving, my friends here celebrated in my honour.  It is too easy to wallow in negativity and fall into the consumerist trap of wanting more simply to have more; which is why Thanksgiving is such a beautiful holiday.  On Thanksgiving we can step back and take stock of what really matters in our lives.  On Thanksgiving we search for even the smallest thing for which to be thankful for in the midst of what may otherwise be darkness and with our gratitude bring light into our lives. 

With a grateful heart I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving!