Essence

Shower (shou’ər) n.
An abundant flow. An outpouring.

The menu:
Pulled pork sandwiches
Broccoli salad
Lemon-basil pineapple
Spinach dip
Creme-filled chocolate cups
Cookie bites


The decorations:
Mason jars and vases filled with sand and seashells
Candles, linens, and lilies covered every surface
Garlands of chocolate and fuchsia patterned flags streaming from doorways and windows
Sweetness in the air


The favor:
Hand-dipped chocolate strawberries
on a stick
wrapped with cellophane
tied with ribbon
(These surprisingly took me less time to make than I thought they would. Sadly I have no pictures to show for it.)

The games:
Kaycie asked JJ a bunch of questions beforehand and we tested Karly’s knowledge of her fiance. Every time she got a question wrong she had to put three Skittles in her mouth.


We also wrote down all the things she said as she was opening presents and read them back to her when she was done as “Things Karly might say on her wedding night.” Just looking over the list made me blush and I couldn’t bring myself to read it outloud … so Kaycie stepped in and read them. Despite my shyness regarding such things, it was quite funny.

The gifts:
Such generosity! Her arms were filled with necessities from her registry (and a few items of a more delicate subject).
As a side note …
and in case anyone ever wonders …
I just want mixing bowls and throw pillows at my shower.

The friends:


“I believe in the power of community and the solidarity and healing of women.”
-Sue Monk Kidd

The Bottom Line:
‘Twas a lovely evening — the essence of sisterhood.


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.

Swirling Eddy

I’m tired. Plum tuckered. Pooped. In fact, I’m so tired I can sit on my couch and stare at the wall for hours and not move. Which is what I did last night. Do you ever get that way? I feel like I gave every last ounce of myself and have absolutely nothing left. Oh, I was happy to do it. Sooo happy. But two weeks of house guests, rehearsing and conducting a youth choir for Sunday’s services, making an Easter dinner for family and roommates and friends, waking up early to take engagement photos, driving 2 hours for a 15-minute dress fitting, racing all day to finish the final shower details, rides to and from the airport, and still working a full-time job in the midst of all that has left me drained of all life. Oh yeah, and don’t forget taxes at the end of all that. I just gots nothin left.

Don’t get me wrong … house guests are lovely. Throwing parties are splendid. Mixing things up can definitely be fun.

But …

I’m really happy to have my house back. I’m glad my schedule is once again in tact. I love that my car is mine. Me and all my little idiosyncrasies (that come from being single for an extended period of time) have been reunited, and it feeeels so goooood.

But …

I’d do it all again if only to witness and celebrate happiness like this:



More to come on the bridal shower, Easter dinner and the engagement photoshoot. But for now, I must go to bed.

If only I could pry myself off this couch …

7 Days

I have one week to:

1. Finalize the menu and make the food
2. Finish the decorations
3. Decide which of my favor ideas I like best and make 20 of them
4. Gather the rest of the RSVP’s (WHY don’t people RSVP?!)
5. Hostess the best bridal shower of the year
6. Take her engagement photos
7. Attend the dress fitting
8. Smother her with attention

This is going to be the BEST week.

[the invitation]

p.s. if anyone has attended a bridal shower that had a “must do this,” “must make this,” “must eat this,” or “must decorate with this if I ever hostess a shower” idea, please let me know.

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.

22 Years Ago

Twenty-two years ago, there was a really cute second grader named Krista. OK … maybe she wasn’t so cute. But give her a break. It’s was an awkward transition between 1st and 3rd grade. She (thankfully) got cute again in 3rd grade. Things went downhill again in 7th grade, but that’s not the point of this story. This story is about the day this 2nd grader got a new baby sister.

She had been awaiting the day for what seemed like for-ev-er. And finally it was time! Her dad dropped her and her other sister, Karly, off at their grandparents’ house and took her mom to the hospital. Grandma dropped them off at school and ALL morning long, Krista was beside herself with excitement! Every 5 minutes she would ask her teacher, Mrs. Neale, if she could go to the main office and call the hospital to see if the baby had come yet.

Thankfully, Mrs. Neale let her go every time she asked, and Krista would RUN to the main office to call the hospital (whose number she had memorized). She got caught by the hall monitor for running one of those times and got in a little trouble but that was the only time in all twelve years of school that she ever got in trouble–except for the time later that year when she hit Joseph Chisolm over the head with her clipboard and had to write her name on the board (he so deserved it). Oh and there was that one time in 10th grade when she got a detention for not being in her seat when the bell rang. But that was it.

But anyway, finally after almost an hour of calling the maternity wing of the hospital the conversation went something like:

Hospital: Hello, Hilton Head Hospital
K: Yes, maternity please
Hospital: Please hold
K: Thank you
Nurse: Maternity wing
K: Hi, has Lori had her baby yet?
Nurse: She sure has! Let me get your dad for you.
K: Thank you (her mom was really big on manners)
Dad: Hello?
K: Hi dad! So we have a new baby sister?
Dad: Yup. [Then dad tells some really lame joke]
K: [humoring her dad] Oh brother.
Dad: Nope! Not a brother … It’s a sister.
K: [humors her dad a bit more] OK well, I’ll see you later. I’m going to go tell Karly we have a sister!

Krista hung up and ran-walked to the kindergarten wing and found Karly in Mrs. Compton’s class where she told her they had a new baby sister!

After school, she had to go to ballet before she could go to the hospital. But as soon as ballet was over she raced to the hospital. She had on white stretch pants and a pink t-shirt. She was waiting in her mom’s room when they brought the new baby in. Krista can still remember everything about those next few minutes. Baby had on a pair of little white jammies with tiny purple flower buds on them and a white lace collar. A tiny purple bow was taped to the top of her head. Krista was sitting on the left side of the bed facing the bathroom and a crocheted afgan was laying beside her on the bed. And when they placed Baby in her arms, she fell in love.

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Kaycie Baby, Happy Birthday! Even though you’re 22 today, you’ll always be our Baby. I’m so amazed at who you are. You are a wonderful woman with a tender heart and strong spirit. You are the gem of our family and we love you more than you could ever know.

Kaycie
Born 8:42 a.m., March 9, 1987
7 lbs. 4 oz., 20 1/2″ long

Easter 1988: 1 year old

Shnuggling with her big sister Krista

Halloween!

Kayc and her best friend

Our beautiful ballerina

All growed up

You Have Sisters

I have a hilarious story about how my roommate and I got stuck in the elevator at work last night ☺ … but that’s a post for another time. Today I have to, need to, want to share a story about my sisters.

I have two amazing younger sisters. One, who at times can be the most difficult person you’ve ever met, can also be the most loving, caring, and sensitive. She’s a fighter. A scrapper. And always a friend to the underdog. She’s climbed mountains in this life. Rugged and steep. And she always makes it to the top, no matter how long it takes. I admire her. And I look up to her.

The other is our baby. And that’s what we call her. And for the most part, that’s what we’ve always seen her as. But today, my baby sister had to do a really hard thing. It may
have even been the hardest thing she’s ever had to do in her life to date. And while it’s utterly impossible to love her more than I already did, I’ve perhaps never been more proud of her. Today I saw her for the woman she has become. And what an amazing woman that is.

Now for the story … A few months back, the three of us went to the Colbie Caillat concert here in Salt Lake. We were so excited about it and I was particularly thrilled to be going with my girls. We arrived early so we’d get good seats and waited through the openers. After the first act, they announced the second – Trevor Hall. The name sounded familiar to us, but we didn’t think twice about it until he came on and Kaycie (our baby) screamed “Ohmigosh, it’s Trevor Hall!” He and Kaycie had gone to school together back in South Carolina. Actually we’d all gone to school together but he and Kaycie had been in the same grade.

My sisters and I all went to a private school that included grades 2 through 12, so although Kaycie was age 10 and in 4th grade when I graduated, we were in the same school. And we loved that. Even when “we” (i.e Karly and Kaycie, or Karly and I, never Kaycie and I) fought, like siblings do, we were always super close. And going to the same school, I think, gave us each, particularly Kayc, a measure of security. If something went wrong, we knew we could find our sisters. And we were really quite an anomaly. Most of the other siblings we went to school with were definitely not as close or as nice to each other. I even remember Kaycie saying one day how her friends thought it was “so cool” that her older sisters were so nice to her and included her and hugged her in the halls. But we never thought much about it. That’s just how it was for us.

So anyways, back to the concert. Trevor finished his set (’twas fabulous). Colbie came on (’twas seriously fabulous). And after the show we waited around to say hi. When the lines finally died down and Kaycie could get up to the table, she said, “You probably don’t remember me, but we went to school together …” and as she was finishing her sentence his eyes lit up and despite the fact that he was higher than a kite, he said, “Ohmigosh!” He recognized her and then added, “You have sisters!”

We all laughed and she said, “yeah they’re here!” And Karly and I waved. It was a seemingly funny thing for him to blurt out at that moment – “you have sisters!” But over the last little while I’ve thought a lot about his reaction. I’ve thought of all the things he could have said at that moment. Of all the memories from grade school he and Kaycie shared. But of all those things, the one thing he remembered about Kaycie was that she had sisters. And I love that. To me it says we three Maurer girls are “tight.” It says that the people around us know what, and more importantly, who, is most important to us. I love my girls and I love knowing that each of us has two cheerleaders in our corner no matter what. And I’m glad THAT is what people remember about us.

Kayc … I know you know that we love you most. But today especially, I hope you’ll remember that “You have sisters.” I can only imagine how your heart must hurt. I can only imagine the number of tears you’ve cried. But you are one amazing little woman. One amazing little baby. ☺ Kar and I are here. Your cheerleaders. Your safe place. You have sisters and I couldn’t be more grateful to be yours, especially today.

Tell me: Do you have siblings? What do you love about them?

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