I don't have much to show in pictures for the weekend at the house. Because painters are still finishing up and cabinets and floors were late...blah, blah, blah, we're pushing back our move-in date a few weeks.
So mid-March is the new goal.
This weekend Dan did lots of unglamorous things like installing toe kicks under cabinets, moving around electrical outlets and fussing with toilets and sinks.
But, BUT we did get some shelves, people!
Dan was disapointed with the cabinets around our refrigerator and didn't like how the fridge stuck out past the side panels. It set the top cabinet back way too deep and made the fridge look like an oversized giant (well, she is pretty giant, I admit.).
So he robbed my open shelving, which at the time, I thought was going to make me weep. But I got the "just trust me" answer in reply to my whining.
In the end, the man was right. He routered and joined the open shelving to the existing refrigerator cabinet to make a more custom look that fits pretty much perfectly and looks SO much better.
And in return I still got my open shelving above the sink, swiped straight from the barn. And I love it even more. My favorite look in a kitchen is a more pieced together electic look versus an "everything matchy-matchy and just-so". So the shelves couldn't make me any happier.
In the meantime, Birdy has become master sawdust vac'er. The girl can operate a shop vac like nobody's business.
It's a life skill, I tell you.
We're revisiting an old favorite around here for Valentine's Day. These heart-shaped Valentine crackers are a fun twist on what is seriously my absolute favorite snack, well maybe second only to "the best snack ever".
These thin, crispy crackers are made from Wonton Wrappers, which you can almost always find in the produce section of your grocery store.
But in honor of Valentine's there must be heart-shaped crackers, people!
The responsible part of me must tell you that these heart shapes can be made by simply pressing the shapes out of the un-baked wonton wraps.
But the "throw caution to the wind" crazy side of me, must be honest. We make these perfectly heart-shaped crackers with a paper punch. Yes, I admit it. I promise I cleaned and wiped it. But darn if it doesn't make the easiest, coolest, simplest shapes. (Seriously, you'll never look at your paper punches the same way again, will you?!)
The recipe is absolutely simple, they only take a few minutes to bake, and if you manage to have any left, they keep pretty well in a ziploc baggie.
Heart-shaped, thin and crispy Valentine's Day Crackers
Cut out heart shapes from crackers (or don't and leave as squares). Place a sheet of parchment on a cookie sheet and lightly brush the parchment with olive oil. Place wonton wrappers onto oiled parchement paper. Brush tops of crackers with olive and sprinkle with coarse salt, or any other tasty combination you'd like...sesame seeds, dill, rosemary, we've even sprinkled them with cinnamon sugar and stuck them in a bowl of ice cream. Yum!
Bake the crackers in a 350 degree oven for approximately 3-5 minutes. You'll want to watch the crackers and pull them out as soon as they become golden brown. They can go from golden brown to dark brown very quickly, so keep an eye on them. Remove from the cookie sheet, snack on them and make another batch!
Oh, people. I think I may have just completed my most overwhelming, crazy week ever. Not only was this the week we flew in Dan's amazingly talented carpenter-brother for a week of hard-core kitchen bootcamp, it was also the week I started a new job with BabyCenter, had vets coming to our house for every species of animal, dentist appointments for all my girls, and began to really feel the stress (and my unpreparedness) about the fact that I have two plump sheep in the barn who could quite possibly give birth at the end of the month, just as we are getting ready to move.
If stress burned calories, I'd be set.
But, you know I'll look back on all this some day and laugh, right? And I'll have great stories, right? And it's all worth it, right? Saturday night, Dan sat, exhausted, at the dinner table after working since the wee hours that morning and said "you know what, I changed my mind, I don't want to move." (For the record, he'd had wine, but no coffee yet, and he had to go back for another several hours of work before he could collapse into bed.)
But, we are moving people. And we'll get past this and it will be worth it, at some point. I'm just having to keep my eyes focused on that tiny bit of light at the end of a very long, uphill, in a snowstorm-tunnel that we're walking through right now.
There are much worse things to have overwhelming your life. I'm not losing sight of that.
Moving on....phew! So, we made progress this week!
The kitchen cabinets FINALLY arrived on Friday, the absolute last day they could arrive without Dan's brother's trip out to help being a total bust. (Martha Stewart would not be pleased with the disorganization of "her cabinet makers".)
Water lines and electricity were moved and added.
Floors were finished.
Late nights were pulled.
Counter tops were installed.
Sinks were found in the discount bin (yay!) and installed.
Lunches and coffees and mid-morning breadkfast sandwiches were carted back and forth.
Meals were eaten on top of washers and dryers and sitting on steps and five gallon buckets.
Yesterday morning after Dan dropped his brother off at the airport, we all met back at the house. And our tiny crew of workers broke down boxes and swept sawdust and opened and closed the refrigerator door a bajillion times and got pretty geeked out over crushed ice.
We're moving forward. The press is on. The kitchen isn't finished, but it looks like a kitchen! Once the kitchen is finished the next big hurdle is bathrooms. God love 'em, not a single bathroom works completely. We will have to shower in one, go the bathroom in another, and wash hands in the kitchen sink.
But hey, I've lived a long time with my shower that requires a wrench to turn it on and another tool to adjust the temperature. I can live with this for awhile, too.
More soon, my friends. And most importantly, thanks for following along and letting me unload my overwhelming moments.