HA! Preservations Show & Sale

HA! Preservations Show & Sale
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Hello beautiful family! I'm shooting for my dreams........ here I go! I would love and appreciate help with this if any are able or want to. This is quite the undertaking for me, during a busy time. Please send this around to friends and family. There is also an event on facebook

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Thanks so much!

Brilliant.

Just read this recipe and (especially if your name is "Mom") your mind will start whirring with all sorts of yummy variations! I just made this and it's delish!

Mix and Match Granola

4 cups rolled oats, wheat, or barley (any combination)
½ cup sunflower or sesame seeds
½ cup honey, maple syrup, or a thick syrup made with ½ cup brown sugar and 2-3 tablespoons water
¼ cup canola oil
1 teaspoon vanilla and/or other extract
¾ cup raisins or other dried fruit (optional)
½ cup nuts (optional)
½ teaspoon salt

Directions:
1. In a large bowl, mix all the dry ingredients together except for the dried fruit. Set the dried fruit aside.
2. In another bowl mix the sweetener, oil and extract together.
3. Add the liquid to the dry ingredients and mix thoroughly. The liquids will be absorbed and the granola will become darker and shinier.
4. Spread the granola in a shallow baking pan. Bake at 325°F for 25 to 30 minutes or until fairly dry and starting to brown. Stir every ten minutes while it is baking to keep the granola on the bottom from burning.
5. Remove the granola from the oven and stir in the fruit.
Tips
1. Granola will become crispier and crunchier as it cools.
2. Because of the oil, granola will not stay fresh long. Store in an airtight container and use within two weeks. It will last for six months or longer in the freezer.

You Don't Know Me

Yesterday Laurel decided to dress Morgan up as a babushka.
The transformation was complete!

Lil Singing Action

Just a lil music project that Bryan Baker is doing with me. He does everything, all I do is sing into a lil mic. This is a lil spontaneous demo. I'd only heard the song that day and we did a lil test to see if we were interested in recording it professionally.

I'm Hannah, and I like to sing.

http://homemademusic.com/Hannah_Galli__the_Blind_Mime_Ensemble/info_192.php

Going and Coming

Hi Family,
Here's a little backward glance at my last week with the A-Team. Enjoy the photos.
It's amazing how quickly life comes back to something more like normal. Abe loves yoga, especially sun salutation A. I'm not sure just what this pose is called, but I think he and Ariel are elegant in its execution."Going and Coming" was one of our favorite paintings at the Norman Rockwell exhibit at the Museum of American Art downtown. Rockwell used up to a hundred images, photos and sketches, for each painting, and cast his characters and scenes as carefully as one would in a film, thus inspiring the owners of these paintings, Steven Spielberg and George Lucas.
After the exhibit, we went to the historic Old Ebbitt Grill downtown for dinner. While he waited for Daddy to park the car and Mama to feed Ben, Abe watched diners come in and go through the revolving door. After dinner, his over-stressed diaper failed, and the results were visible down both legs as we held hands outside on the street waiting for Andrew to rescue us. I would not go into such details, but I was deeply moved by Abraham's humility. As Andrew kindly worked on the really big project of cleaning Abe up and I was held his head behind a pillar on the street, Abraham kept saying softly, "I'm so sorry, Daddy. I'm so sorry, Daddy." Besides witnessing Benjamin's birth, that was the greatest humility I have witnessed in a long time. We have so much to learn from him and all of our children.
Saturday was work day at home. Andrew used his daddy skills to feed Benjum a bottle of Mama's milk while Mama re-built the crib using a home-depot constructed replacement part.Abe helped, too.And Benjum test drove the new bed.This rare photo proves conclusively that mothers are especially adapted to washing behind the ears, and will broach no complaints on the subject.
On Sunday, Andrew was called to be the first counselor in the College Park Ward's elder's quorum. The thoughtful high counselor who set him apart insisted that we call Ariel and involve her in the blessing via phone. He invited her to consider and share her thoughts. I felt that I was back in the mission field saddle at that wonderful ward, and would have stayed if I could. I really felt uplifted and edified in all the meetings, and touched by the many saints who inquired after Ariel and the baby, when they had met Ariel only once or twice. Ward members are still bringing the family meals, and this from generaly smaller budgets and over greater distances than ours typically are here.Friends Chris and Jen Dean came and shared stories that afternoon. Jen is a convert from France, and when they were dating, Chris was called to Southern France, Jen's home, on a mission--an amazing tender mercy for their future family. Jen works for, let's say, a "salad kitchen" called Miriam's Kitchen in downtown D.C. If you have time, look it up. I would love to see it replicated many times over.Here is a photo of the Marshall's own grove. Towering trees, vines,the creek and glimpses of sky fill all three large and one small windows in their apartment. Sunday we had a fierce storm and watched the treetops twist and bend in the gusts that shut off power for more than a day some places and felled a giant tree just in front of the apartment across the parking lot. The day I left, Ariel and I saw a cardinal in the leafy treetops. Hey--I got rid of the blue underlining!
Family night Monday was about the pioneers. Goodie--more ice cream!
The next day we spent ALL DAY at IKEA, requiring adaptive measures, patience andimagination from all of us. [Rats. More underlining.]Six hours, one overloaded car and four tired people later, we arrived home with some great additions for the apartment.That was a good night for a swim, at least by Andrew and son. I was pooped.
The next day, Andrew and Abe had some Daddy-son time before work.
After work, we met honorary Aunt Janel and Andrew at the zoo.
Andrew was the one in need of a little push, tired as he was, and anxious about a big "webinar" the next day. Thanks to his preparation and the prayers of many, it went well, despite his driving me to the airport at 5:30 in the morning. But not in vain--that gave the cabbie I had an opportunity ride with later drive as quickly as possible from BWI so I could leave from Reagan, instead, after being bumped from my flight when the plane was downsized!

At 1246, life has been sweet with Dad. We've hiked, gone to the temple and farmer's market, almost watched a movie, eaten out, and tried to catch up on work and Helga, without Laurel and the Flemings, who are out of town. But a bit of my heart is still at 7004 Highview Terrace, #302. Thank you, Andrew, Ariel, Abraham and Benjamin, for the memories! We love you.