Photo Shoot [with Karly]

I was headed out the door on my way to the gym when she came downstairs in her pjs and crazy hair. She splayed herself on the couch, smiling at her late-rising indulgence, and stretched like a cat waking up from an afternoon nap in the sun.

I sat down across from her and at first didn’t know what to say. Sometimes, being the oldest, I act more like a mother than a sister. And sometimes I feel bad about that, but mostly I don’t. But I knew I’d pushed too far a couple days before when I challenged her to think a bit more about a decision she was making. So I felt I needed to tread lightly.

I took a step. She met me. I took another. And she met me again. And before we knew it, two hours had gone by while we’d been talking and laughing and discussing this new life of hers, complete with a new job, a new husband, a new apartment, new friends, and a new city.

I think sometimes, we joke so much about her “middle child syndrome” and her uncanny ability to always take the hard road, that we don’t say enough about her “hugest heart in the world syndrome” or her uncanny ability to always reach the top. She’s amazing, that one is.

She’s tender and kind, always fights for (or rescues, if need be) the underdog, and never judges anyone. She’s down right, honest-to-goodness funny. Oh mercy, is she funny. And while she’s stubborn as stubborn can be, I like to think of it more as “unwavering.” And when that steadiness is channeled for good, she is a force to be reckoned with. She’s probably got the best brain of the three of us and swims like a fish. Did I ever tell you she was the butterfly champ of Georgia when she was 10? Well, she was. She’s one pretty talented lady.

She forgets her worth sometimes and that makes me sad. Because really, I admire and adore every tiny bit of her.

And I know I’m not the only one.

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Photo Session [with Kaycie]

She’s our baby–the one we didn’t know we needed until we had her.

Her golden honey eyes bewitched me from the moment I saw her, and wrapped around her pinky I have been since I very first held her tiny body.

She’s a woman now, full of brightness and laughter, sunkissed with just the right amount of sass. Yes, at times she’s a little airy, and oh, does it makes us laugh, but she’s smart and talented and completely capable. Well actually mostly capable–that is, as capable as the baby of a family can be. Equally lovely, funny, sweet, and strong, full of faith and conviction and goodness, I’m sometimes amazed at who she’s become.

And yet, I’m not.

We always knew she was special.

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Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?!*

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My little sister, Karly Barley, and my new brother-in-law, JJ!

They’re driving up from Arizona for Conference weekend and I’m positively pleased as punch to have them visit. Our littlest sister, Kayc Face, is coming on Sunday so it’s going to be a “party in the U.S.A.” right here with the Maurer girls. (shakin’ my hips like yeah!)

And speaking of Conference, if you’re in need of some spiritual upliftment, a boost to the soul, are curious to hear what a Prophet of God and the Twelve Apostles have to say, or just want to know what we Mormons subscribe to, you should tune in this weekend for the 179th semi-annual General Conference of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Sermons and instruction are given from 10:00 a.m. to noon on both Saturday and Sunday and from 2:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m. on Saturday and Sunday (MST). I’m really looking forward it. It’s my tall drink of water every April and October.
Just click here if you’re interested. (You can watch it online, or check out the additional broadcast options.)

*Sometimes I think I’m SO funny! I really cracked myself up over that one. Although it’s not quite as funny as the time mom gave Karly a Christmas card with a black Santa on it right after she and JJ started dating. Talk about hilarious.

The Family Biz

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If you’ve been following happenings here at the Haystack for any amount of time, you know that I come from the ocean, adore the ocean, wish I was at the ocean, and will live by the ocean again someday. You see, I grew up on an island off the coast of South Carolina. But more than that, I was raised on the docks of this island off the coast of South Carolina.

My formative years (and then some) were spent working in the family business, also know as: Adventure Cruises (Hilton Head Island’s premier nature cruise and dolphin watch company). Even while I was swimming in my mother’s belly, she was on the deck of a boat–working. Once born she would strap me on her back and off on a cruise I would go, babbling at tourists, growing my sea legs. There was even a cradle in the engine room just for me where I would fall asleep to the gentle rocking of waves and the hum of machinery.

Once old enough, I became part of my dad’s crew, tying and untying the lines, running the snack bar, welcoming our passengers. During my teenage years, when I became opposed to the idea of sweaty work, I ran the office, answering phones, taking reservations and selling tickets, but (much to my chagrin) was still the pinch hitter if a deck hand didn’t show for work. Like most teenagers, I didn’t know what I had, even though it was right in front of me.

It wasn’t until college that I understood how dreamy my life was. It wasn’t until I became an adult that I began to cherish those hours in the wheelhouse with my dad. It wasn’t until recently that I began to fiercely crave the tidal flow of our marshy waterways with all her colors and critters and sounds and stirrings. And the craving only grows more intense with every passing year.

So when I was home last month for “Wedding Week“, a cruise on our boat was a must. And what a better way to meet our new brother-in-law’s family than on a sunset cruise?

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(My dad, the Captain, in the wheelhouse)

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(Karly & JJ enjoying the view from the top deck)

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(Dolphin, Starboard bow)

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(Julie, Me, and Baby Kayc Face)

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(Picnic dinner … Southern style)

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(Sunset through the Palmetto trees)

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(Harbour in Broad Creek)

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(JJ’s grandma and my mom)

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(Final moments of a fabulous sunset)

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(Harbour lights after cruise)

[sigh]

The Best Part of "Wedding Week"

Hands down, the best part of the Maurer-Barksdale Wedding Week Celebration was the boat-load of sister time I was able to enjoy. I am the oldest of three girls. There are no boys, and while, when I was younger, I thought it would be so cool to have an older brother, I now wouldn’t trade coming from a family of all girls for anything.

I am totally enamored with my sisters.
And a week with my girls was just what the doctor ordered.

From singing at the top of our lungs and dancing in the living room…

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(you should immediately download the Glee cast version of Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’”. Immediately.)

… to dressing up to pick people up at the airport …

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P.S. we have THE most incredible dress up closet in the entire world at our house.
(The girl in the pink street walker dress is our “adopted” sister Julie. She looks just like us huh?)

… to mani’s and pedi’s at our favorite local salon …

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… to belting it out on stage at Kaycie’s concert

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(she’s a singing mermaid at a show for the tourists who visit our island)

… to beach trips and bike rides …

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… to doting and lovin’ on a gorgeous-in-every-way bride …

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… my week with Karly Barley and Kayc Face (the Baby) was so perfect, I found myself missin’ them somethin’ fierce when Monday arrived, “Don’t Stop Believin’” popped up on the iPod shuffle, I was in Utah … and they were not.

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Yes. Sister time was definitely the best part of the whole week.

Utter Adoration

(Dad and me, 1979)

Take Bill Cosby, add a little Raymond (the one Everybody Loves), and toss in some serious knowledge of South Carolina’s marshy waterways, coupled with some wicked electric bass skilzz. Mix this with quiet depth, intellectual curiosity, and a tender heart that sometimes hides behind a feigned iron-clad exterior. Wrap it with some big arms (the better to hug you with my dear), and what do you have?

My Dad.

(the standard side view of the Captain, at his helm)

Happy Father’s Day Daddy. I adore you.

Isn’t She Lovely

A month or so ago, my younger sister Karly (a.k.a. Kar, Kar Kar, Karl, Karly Barley, K2) came into town for Easter, her bridal shower, her first wedding dress fitting, and engagement photo shoot (shot by yours truly).

Well I finally got around to editing the photos (sorry it took so long Kar).

Here are a few of my faves …


I’m by no means a professional, but by golly, I think I got some pretty good shots!

Yay for me! And for Kar! And for Dad’s wallet!

House Guest

I love this picture of my sister Karly.


When she’s not being the quintessential middle-child :) … she is so fun.
And funny. Good gravy she’s funny.
And this picture captures who she is, at her core.

She flew into town today.

I’m in heaven.

One Slice of Cherry Pie (a la mode please)




I had the best of intentions. I always do. I was going to go to the greeting-card store and spend two hours reading every card until I found the perfect one—just like she does for every card-warranting event. In fact I remember when I was seven, lying on the floor of a Hallmark, gazing up at her legs, certain I would die if I had to wait five more minutes for her to “find the perfect card.”



But as usual, busyness got the best of my best intentions, and two days before Mother’s Day I found myself pulling out the generic stationary on which I send “thank-yous” to clients. Scrambling to Google a quote with some ounce of meaning, I carefully wrote:


A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.

–Tenneva Jordan



Thanks mom, for always giving up your “pie.” Happy Mother’s Day. I love you.


A week later I received an e-mail from her. It simply said:


I got your card today! It made me cry! I enjoyed the quote and your sweet note!

Life’s short . . . eat “PIE”!

Have a great week! Love, Mama


My mom’s life had already been on my mind when I got that e-mail. Not that she had been sick or anything tragic. But she had just turned fifty, and I felt like that should have meant something. She had just sent her last child to college. And I felt like that should have meant something too. To me, I mean. I knew it meant something to her. Now that there wasn’t anyone except her and dad to eat pie, I wondered if she remembered what flavor she liked best.


I speculated for days trying to understand the choices she made years earlier, choices between big cities and bright lights, and having me. But speculating was futile. I haven’t had to give up my pie yet and to be quite honest, it’s me who usually takes the biggest piece. I decided to just ask her and so I sent an email. All her reply said was:


Sweetie, YOU were my pie.


To all you wonderful women out there—you who are mothers and daughters and sisters and friends—Happy Mother’s Day. I hope you know how much you are loved, and how invaluable you are.



But mostly I hope you are enjoying every bite of your pie.



Breaking News

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This just in …

Maintenance Man — is married. Yeah. I know. I couldn’t believe it either. Here’s how it went down:

I was transferring from the light-rail to the northbound train after work when I saw him. So, I did what any normal 30-year-old single girl would do. I followed him.

Some might call this stalking. I, personally, call it serendipity.

Anyhow, he was with friends, one of whom I know, so I casually and very nonchalantly sat down in the row behind them and caught wind of their conversation.

Some might call this eavesdropping. I, personally, call it being in the right place at the right time.

Eventually the wife came up and I found myself sitting there dumbfounded. Not that I loved him or even thought anything would even happen. It was just a mini-crush. The result of not having kissed anyone in, oh say, uh … ahem, well that’s just none of your business, thank you very much.

The dumbfoundedness turned into laughter, as this is not the first time this has happened, which led to slight annoyance.

Ladies, if you’re married, and you like him, then you better put a ring on it, as my girl Beyonce would say. Your non-ring-wearing husbands are killing us single girls. Killing us.

In other news …

Tonight was a “run-day” for triathlon training. And I sprinted. So you should all congratulate me on how awesome I am. (Mostly because I want to die, and I think I might, so you should get all the nice things you want to say to me in now before I pass on.)

And finally, to wrap up the news for this Tuesday night …

Today is my mom’s and my granddad’s birthday and I want to give a little shout-out to both. (My uncle put a shortcut to my blog on my granddad’s laptop so my readership now includes my grands — which I think is too cute.) I have posts about both my mom and granddad simmering. But right now, my body is shutting down, on account of the sprinting you see, and I’m anxious to see who I’ll be smoochin’ on in my dreams now that Maintenance Man is hitched. I have high hopes … but I don’t want to jinx it, so I’m not telling you.

And that’s the way it is.

Bonafide

Easter dinner involved a LOT — of meringue.
On top of a banana pudding cheesecake.

And other delectables hailing from the Southland I miss …

Coke baked ham
Bacon boiled green beans
Homemade mac&cheese
Twice-baked cream cheese mashed potatoes
Broccoli salad
Deviled eggs sprinkled with paprika
and yeast rolls

I started baking on Saturday and ohhh was it worth it!

Between a mess’a good food, my mother, sisters, and a slew of their friends and roommates it was a perfect way to celebrate new life.

If only I had taken pictures of things other than meringue. Huh.

Tea Lights and Color Brights: A Birthday Dinner Party

Who doesn’t LOVE hostessing a dinner party!? Between planning the perfect menu, dreaming up the table settings, extending the invitations, and then actually cooking the meal, I am a happy queen bee. I love the domesticity of it all. I must say I’m happiest when I’m creating something lovely within the walls of my own home. And for me, a dinner party is quintessential of all things home and lovely.

Kaycie came up to the homestead last night with 5 friends and appetites to boot in tow. The occasion–her birthday. And as such she got to choose the menu. We had Caesar Salad with homemade croutons and freshly grated Parmesan, Kaycie’s favorite creamy spinach pasta, and a 4-layer chocolate cake with chocolate butter cream/dulce de leche filling, and cream cheese frosting. Oye!

I set up our 6′ portable banquet table and covered it with a white tablecloth and then placed a brightly patterned runner down the middle. (Truth be told, it was actually a couple curtains I found for $6 that I crafted into a runner.) I also found these amazing chartreuse linen napkins at the local thrift store (8 for $4) so I placed those on top of every other plate. Then on the alternating plates in between, I placed fuchsia napkins that I cut out of another curtain set I found for $5. Just call me Fraulein Maria. (Speaking of–I’ve got to remember to hem those this weekend.) In any case, color was the key! Kaycie loves all things bright and colorful.

For the centerpieces, I bought a couple of flower bouquets and split the blooms between 4 small vases, staggering them evenly from tip to toe of the table. Then I scavenged the cupboards for any small glasses, jam jars, vases, condiment holders, etc. and placed tea-lights inside each glass and covered the table with them. This created lighting divine. Oh! And on each of the water glasses I placed an orange slice and a lemon slice. The effect was as such:


It was quite the party if I do say so. Delicious in every way! The recipes, invented by yours truly, are easy and perfect for feeding lots of people. So Enjoy! And have a dinner party this weekend! You’ll not regret it!

Homemade Croutons for Caesar Salad
(can be made a day ahead and kept in a large zip-lock bag)

preheat oven to 200 degrees

  1. Slice a loaf of French bread into 1″ cubed pieces and place in a single layer on a cookie sheet (or 2 sheets if it’s a large loaf). I swear your local Wal-Mart Super Center has the best French bread this side of France. Just trust me on that one.
  2. Heat 1/2 c olive oil in a skillet and drizzle over bread
  3. Toss to coat with hands and sprinkle with salt and pepper
  4. Place in pre-heated oven and bake for 1 hour (shake the cookie sheet every 20 minutes or so to loosen the bread from the bottom of the pan)
  5. After 1 hour, increase the heat to 400 degrees and watch the croutons closely. that’s a hot oven and you can burn your croutons to a crisp if you’re not careful! you just want to lightly toast the outside of the bread … give it a little color. once it’s to your liking, take the croutons out.
  6. Let cool before serving. Oooo, you’ll never buy croutons in a box again!

Creamy Spinach Pasta
(serves 10-12)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees

1 sm. block of frozen chopped spinach (thawed and drained of all juices)
1 box of pasta (you can use bowtie, penne, fusilli, etc. Any will do!)
1 sm pre-cooked ham about the size of 2 fists
1 jar of alfredo sauce (or you can make your own)
shredded mozzarella cheese

  1. Cook pasta and drain.
  2. Cut the ham into bitesize pieces (or buy it pre-cubed to save time)
  3. In a large mixing bowl combine all ingredients. There’s no rhyme or reason to the amounts. Just toss in what looks right. Do less or more of anything based on what you like/don’t like.
  4. Spoon into 13″x9″ baking sheet and sprinkle with shredded mozarella.
  5. Cover with foil and bake for 30 minutes.
  6. Let cool for 5 minutes before serving.

Chocolate Layer Cake
(with chocolate butter cream/dulce de leche filling, and cream cheese frosting)
serves a lot

1 chocolate cake mix, baked in 2 8.5″ rounds, and cooled (I used a Betty Crocker Devil’s Food mix)
1 can of dulce de leche
to make dulce de leche, take one 12 oz can of sweetened condensed milk and peel paper label off. place can in large pot and fill with water so that the water is just barely covering the can. boil for 3 hours. the can will rattle around but it never boils over. after 3 hours, carefully remove can from water and open slowly. it will “spit” a little from the pressure inside. stir vigorously until the consistency resembles a spreadable caramel.
1 recipe of chocolate buttercream (see below)
1 recipe of cream cheese frosting (see below)

  1. Slice rounded tops off each cake round.
  2. Now slice each round in half (you will now have 4 cake layers).
  3. Place one layer on a plate or pedestal (I highly recommend pedestals)
  4. Spoon 1/2 the dulce de leche on to cake layer and spread to edge
  5. Top with another layer of cake
  6. Spoon chocolate buttercream on top of 2nd layer and spread to edge (don’t use all the butter cream, just enough to have a thin layer … use the leftovers on graham crackers or your fingers)
  7. Top with another layer of cake
  8. Spoon rest of dulce de leche on top of cake layer
  9. Top with last layer of cake
  10. Frost with cream cheese frosting
  11. Die from delight…

Chocolate Buttercream Frosting
1/2 cup butter, softened to room temperature
8 oz. cream cheese, softened to room temperature
1/2 cup cocoa powder
1 box (1 lb) powdered sugar
1 tsp vanilla
1-2 Tbsp milk

  1. Cream the butter and cream cheese with a mixer.
  2. Add the cocoa and vanilla.
  3. Add powdered sugar in small batches and blend on low until combined.
  4. Scrape sides often.
  5. Add 1 tablespoon of milk at a time until you get the consistency you want.

Cream Cheese Frosting
6 oz cc
2 tsp vanilla
2 tbsp milk
1 1/2 sticks butter
3 1/2 c powdered sugar

  1. Combine all ingredients.
  2. Blend until combined and creamy.