Archive for February, 2012

February 24, 2012

Cook together, but don’t boil over!

Sean and I love to cook, but we don’t get to as often as we would like. We do go out to eat a lot, but our favorite thing to do is cook at home. I work all of the time so it is hard for me to plan a nice dinner. Sean has been really amazing and stepped up to the plate with his cooking. He has impressed me with his ability to cook and try new things. He used to be anti-lettuce, and veggies were something you rarely saw him eat unless they were fried. He has really grown and I am so proud of him exploring the culinary world. The other day he told me he actually craved a salad, and I almost had a heart attack from excitement. Although we may not always have the same ideas about what good food is, we are willing to try it together.

In this process of cooking, we have learned that the age-old saying that food brings people together, is true. By just making a meal together, it seems like we have time talk about our days and get closer.  We have also discovered cooking helps create better communication skills, even if it is nicely asking them to get you out two eggs and a stick of butter. There is a reason that Thanksgiving brings families together, it was a holiday roughly based on being thankful for food. Try this week to plan time to make dinner with your loved ones. Sit at the table, not the couch.

Call your grandma and ask her for a recipe. They always seem to have the best food!

Sean and I like to use our slow cooker a lot. Here is a good recipe that we have found to be a crowd pleaser and it’s really easy to make!

Suzie’s Sloppy Joes

Hands-On Time: 15 minutes
Ready In: 6-8 hours
Yield: 8 servings

Ingredients

3 pounds 95% lean ground beef
1 cup chopped onion
3 cloves garlic, minced
1 1/4 cups ketchup
1 cup chopped red bell pepper
1/4 cup plus 1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
1/4 cup packed dark brown sugar
3 tablespoons prepared mustard
3 tablespoons vinegar
2 teaspoons chili powder
Toasted hamburger buns

Directions

Cook and stir ground beef, onion and garlic in large non-stick skillet over medium-high heat until beef is browned and onion is tender. Drain and discard fat.

  1. Combine ketchup, bell pepper, Worcestershire sauce, sugar, mustard, vinegar and chili powder in 4 1/2-quart CROCK-POT® slow cooker. Stir in beef mixture. Cover; cook on LOW 6 to 8 hours. To serve, spoon mixture onto hamburger buns.
February 14, 2012

My dog named Dog

My dog’s name is Offie, which in Chickasaw, means dog. You say it like Opie off “the Andy Griffith Show”, but with an F instead of a P. Offie is the best dog I could ever ask for. He completes our family, or at least until we have kids. Sean and I got Offie off of Craigslist.com the summer that we started renting in Stillwater, Okla. We wanted a dog to call our own. We looked at different breeders and websites and found cute dogs, but none of them were quite right until we found him. His parents had just had a litter of puppies and the owners had homes for all of the pups except Offie. They knew he was special and wanted somewhere special to go. They were so happy when we wanted him because they knew he would be loved.

He is a mutt extraordinaire, and he is our mutt.

His mom is a mix between lab and pit bull, and his dad was German Shepherd and something else. She is short, yellow and has beautiful blue eyes. The dad passed away recently but was a big male, that looked like a bear. Offie has one of his mom’s ice blue eyes, and one of his dad’s brown eyes. He is short and muscular, weighs about 50 pounds and has puppy eyes that would melt anyone’s heart. He is the biggest baby you will ever meet, but he does have his pretend tough guy side that can startle even me sometimes. He loves chasing geese and squirrels on Library Lawn here at Oklahoma State University, and has fun playing with other dogs. He is a silly boy, and I love him.

He is my dog and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You can see pictures at:

http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150874257460068.751761.521040067&type=3

February 10, 2012

In the Beginning

I am newly married to the wonderful Sean Harris,  and I am just learning how to go with the marital flow. As my first blog I think it would be a good start to tell you the story of we came to be.

Sean and I met  Nov. 9, 2007.

This is a day that I will remember forever. It was the first round of 5A football playoffs, the game was Guthrie versus Ardmore. I was a junior at Guthrie High School, part of the color guard (band not ROTC) and still bouncy, bubbly and very forgetful. Sean was a senior at Ardmore High School, cool, collected, long hair and knew that this would be the last high school football game that he would attend as a student. Sean hadn’t planned on going to the game, but his dad decided to surprise him and paid for him to take the two-hour drive up to Guthrie with some of his friends. At the Rock, Guthrie’s football stadium, almost every game is sold out and Guthrie’s band has to sit on the visitor’s side. It was five minutes until halftime and the color guard decided to go early and practice. We packed up and headed to the field, but instead of going around the back of the stadium, we walked in front of the entire visitor’s side. Halfway through I, being as forgetful as I was, realized I forgot my flag and had to run back to get it.  As I was walking back towards the field some guys (Sean and his friends) started hollering at me and attempting to flirt. Normally, I would just turn around and snap back with a sarcastic comment but instead I just smiled.

It was the smile that changed everything.

I didn’t see him again until the game was almost over. The score was 69- I have no idea. I was just worried about seeing that boy again. I actually had to physically drag my best friend, and maid-of-honor, Jeanette Sealey to go talk to him. We talked for about three minutes, just exchanging first names and apologizing for how bad we were whopping them, thinking that

I would never see him again.

Well… within the week I get a Facebook message from this boy, Sean. He says he thinks that we met at the game, and sorry if he was creepy for messaging me, and all of this other inconsequential stuff. We talked on Facebook for a while, and on Thanksgiving we exchanged numbers, and things grew from there. I can’t even remember how many times my mom yelled at me for being on the phone after midnight on a school night, or how many times he made me laugh. But as we grew as friends, we realized that we just seemed to fit.

“You’re killin’ me smalls,” a quote from “The Sandlot”, is what we used to say as “I love you” before we could say it. Now I tell him I love him as much as I can as his wife.