A Taste of Home

Categories: Folks, Food

The year and a half I lived in Brasil I learned that around lunch time every day you could smell the same flavors coming from each home. It didn’t so much matter what you were cooking, you always started by sautéing diced garlic and onions in olive oil. If you stop by my place around dinner time you’ll most likely get a whiff of garlic and onion sautéing in olive oil. It’s how we start cooking most things at our home.

My family all went back to Santa Fe two years ago, bringing our spouses and the next generation to show them where we’d lived as children. It included a stop at Tomasitas for real sopapillas. If you’ve never had a sopapilla there you do not know what a real sopapilla is. It’s part of my childhood. Which makes it part of me now.

My grandma grew up on a sheep ranch. It was her job to make the bread for all the ranch hands and the family. One day she thought she’d killed the yeast, the dough wasn’t going to work. And she’d wasted all the ingredients. Rather than admit the waste she took the dough and buried it in the yard and went back and made more bread. Later that day the goats were acting strange in the yard. Grandma hadn’t killed the yeast. And it had grown in the yard. And now the goats were stuck. My grandma lives on in my kitchen when I make bread and wonder if I’m going to kill the yeast.

My husband grew up eating waffles for Sunday lunch every week in his home. I grew up eating tomato soup with pasta letters as a favorite lunch. Now they are both part of our home and our children will grow up having waffles for Sunday lunch and letter soup for Sunday dinner.

When I want make scones I make them how my mom made them. A small amount of bread dough pulled flat and deep fried. Then covered in jam or honey.

The food we eat defines who we are, where we came from, where we’ve been, and what our cultural heritage is. How I cook dinner and what I cook tells you about me.

Aside from learning the joys of non-processed foods when I was in Brazil, I also learned the phrase, “você faz parte da casa,” which means “you are part of our home.”

We invite many people to our homes as guests. They are welcomed into some kind of front room where there’s a nice sofa to sit on and the floor has probably been swept or vacuumed before they arrived and the clutter was stashed elsewhere. They might even be provided with some type of food or drink refreshment. But that doesn’t make them part of the home.

To invite someone into your kitchen is to invite them into your family. To invite someone into your kitchen is to invite them into the messy heart of your home, to show them your true self, and to let them be a part of it.

We might share bread together as friends, but making it together, getting flour on our shirts together, and dough under our nails, that makes us family, that makes you part of my home.

A Social Testimony

Categories: Gospel, Science & Tech

This past May I was given the opportunity to talk in sacrament meeting about how to share our testimonies using social media. It’s a bit of a strange topic, but I had a lot of fun with it. I thought I’d share, via the internet, some of the things I shared in church, kind of bring the whole thing full circle. I don’t really write talks though, just outlines. So this won’t be as conversational as the talk was, but it’ll get you the main idea. So, here we go.

Introduction
I taught computers in an elementary school after graduating with two of my main topics being keyboarding skills and internet safety. I could give a class about internet safety and how to use different media, but that would be more appropriate in a setting other than the sacred Sacrament meeting. With that said, Brett and I met online, so I might be a bit biased toward the blessings that we have through social media and technology. One of the main reasons our relationship translated so well from virtual to reality was that who we are online was exactly who we are in person. I’ll come back to that later.

What Testimony Do We Share?
The October 2008 Friend had an article titled “Testimony Glove” that talks about the five basic parts to a testimony:

1. I know that God is our Heavenly Father and He loves us.
2. I know that His Son, Jesus Christ, is our Savior and Redeemer.
3. I know that Joseph Smith is a prophet of God. He restored the gospel of Jesus Christ to the earth and translated the Book of Mormon by the power of God.
4. I know that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is the Lord’s Church on the earth today.
5. I know that this Church is led by a living prophet who receives revelation.

We do not always have to share all five of the basic parts of our testimony and we can elaborate on any part that we choose, but a testimony is no more complicated then that. Elder Craig C. Christensen of the Quorum of Seventy said “Although [a testimony] may begin with a single spiritual experience, they grow and develop over time through constant nourishment and frequent spiritual encounters” (“I Know These Things of Myself,” General Conference, October 2014). Sharing those spiritual experiences as prompted is also part of sharing our testimony.

How do you share your testimony?
We have a lot of different tools we can use to help us share our testimonies. Elder Mervyn B. Arnold reminded us that “The Lord has provided all of the tools necessary for us,” (“To the Rescue: We Can Do It,” General Conference, April 2016). And President Henry B. Eyring pointed out that, “By the miracle of modern technology, the separation of time and of vast distances vanishes. We meet as if we are all together in one great hall,” (“Where Two or Three Are Gathered,” General Conference, April 2016). Speaking of his wife, President Uchtdorf spoke of how she could always find “something inspirational, uplifting, or humorous to share. This often would lead to more in-depth discussions. … With so many social media resources and a multitude of more or less useful gadgets at our disposal, sharing the good news of the gospel is easier and the effects more far-reaching than ever before. … My dear young friends, perhaps the Lord’s encouragement to “open [your] mouths” might today include “use your hands” to blog and text message the gospel to all the world! … Brothers and sisters, with the blessings of modern technology, we can express gratitude and joy about God’s great plan for His children in a way that can be heard not only around our workplace but around the world. Sometimes a single phrase of testimony can set events in motion that affect someone’s life for eternity” (“Waiting on the Road to Damascus,” General Conference, April 2011). The Church also frequently suggests hastags for General Conference, CES devotionals, the Sabbath, etc. and creates beautiful memes, videos, graphics that can easily be shared in a variety of formats.

In addition, our very lives are our testimonies. When you bear testimony you share what you know to be true. It is so important to share your true self no matter what format you find yourself in. “Each member serves as a testimony of the life and teachings of Jesus Christ” (“The Reason for Our Hope,” Elder Boyd K. Packer, General Conference, October 2014). We have been told that we “are living evidence of the redeeming power of the Savior. We are living evidence of the ministry of the Prophet Joseph and the faithfulness of those early Saints who remained strong in their testimony” (“Look Up,” Elder Adrián Ochoa, General Conference, October 2013). And President Hinckley taught, “If we are to hold up this Church as an ensign to the nations and a light to the world, we must take on more of the luster of the life of Christ individually and in our own personal circumstances,” (“An Ensign to the Nations, a Light to the World,” General Conference, October 2003).

Going back to why my relationship with Brett worked out so well even though we spent a great deal of it early on over the internet, it was because we were our true selves there. More than once I’ve asked him if I’ve told him something online or in person because I am the same in both places and would say the same thing in both places. Whether it is in person or online there should be and needs to be no difference in how we live and share our testimony. Elder Bednar at a CES fireside emphasized “the importance of personal fidelity—the correspondence between an actual person and an assumed, cyberspace identity, (“Things as They Really Are,” CES fireside, May 3, 2009). Without that personal fidelity between in person and online we are bearing false witness of what we know to be true.

Why do we share our testimony?
It is important to recognize why we are sharing our testimony because that can influence what and how we are sharing. It has been said that “all that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” Part of that nothing would be not sharing the good news and light that we have that the world needs. While I have shared my testimony in many instances where it has seemed like nothing I said made any difference, I can say, like Coach Yoast from the movie Remember the Titans, I “make sure they remember, forever, the [testimony I share]! Leave no doubt!” Or, to put it a bit more spiritually as Elder Ballard did, “The time has come when members of the Church need to speak out and join with the many other concerned people in opposition to the offensive, destructive, and mean-spirited media influence that is sweeping over the earth” (“Let Our Voices Be Heard,” General Conference, October 2003).

As we share our testimony it is important to remember that “there are times when the Lord reveals to us things that are intended only for us. Nevertheless, in many, many cases He entrusts a testimony of the truth to those who will share it with others. This has been the case with every prophet since the days of Adam. Even more, the Lord expects the members of His Church to ‘open [their mouths] at all times, declaring [His] gospel with the sound of rejoicing'” (“Waiting on the Road to Damascus,” President Uchtdorf, General Conference, April 2011). In Matthew 7:6 we are told “Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.” Share your testimony, but remember that when you share it online you are potentially sharing it with the entire world and they will be able to do with it as they will. Some aspects of our testimony are probably best shared in more intimate settings.

Conclusion
Whether we are online or in person we should remember that “the most effective way to preach the gospel is through example. If we live according to our beliefs, people will notice. If the countenance of Jesus Christ shines in our lives, if we are joyful and at peace with the world, people will want to know why. One of the greatest sermons ever pronounced on missionary work is this simple thought attributed to Saint Francis of Assisi: ‘Preach the gospel at all times and if necessary, use words.’ Opportunities to do so are all around us” (“Waiting on the Road to Damascus,” President Uchtdorf, General Conference, April 2011). President Hinckley said, “I believe and testify that it is the mission of this Church to stand as an ensign to the nations and a light to the world. We have had placed upon us a great, all-encompassing mandate from which we cannot shrink nor turn aside. We accept that mandate and are determined to fulfill it, and with the help of God we shall do it” (“An Ensign to the Nations, a Light to the World,” General Conference, October 2003). Through the use of the internet each one of us can be that ensign to the nations, all the nations, and a light to the world, the whole world, in our own way.

The night before I gave this talk I told Iddo that I would be talking about Jesus the next day at church and I asked her what I should say about Jesus. She told me I should tell everyone that he helps people. “Does Jesus help you?” I asked. She enthusiastically replied, “Jesus helps everyone!”

I testify that Jesus will help us as we testify of him in word, in deed, in meme, and in hashtag.

Being the Adult

Categories: Life

A couple of weeks ago Iddo informed me that when she gets to be an adult she’ll get to type on computers, read all the books (not just the ones she has memorized), and push all the buttons in the car.

Yesterday for me being the adult meant I could have tater tots and M&Ms for lunch while watching Star Trek: TNG. Because I’m an adult like that.

Last night being an adult meant I got up at 4am when Shimri threw up (Brett had already gotten up with Iddo at 1am when she threw up), cleaned her up, and then held her on my chest while she dozed fitfully and threw-up four more times (I was prepared though, there was a burp rag underneath her so she got the throw-up on that and then I just wiped her face off with it, got a new one, and started the process over again), before we both finally fell asleep for a little over half an hour around 8:30 in the morning.

Being an adult definitely has its highs and lows. And while some day Iddo will be able to type on computers, read all the books (how awesome that she aspires to that!) and push the buttons in the car, it also won’t be quite as socially acceptable for her to wear butterfly wings and hug a stuffed animal while getting a flu shot.

Being brave

Enjoy it while it lasts!
And then enjoy what comes next.

Brain

Categories: Learn Something

I love the brain. The pre-frontal cortex is probably one of my favorite body parts. I have a hard time with most people who haven’t developed one yet. But I love all parts of the brain too.

With that said, I will not take your quiz to see if I am right-brained or left-brained. I use my whole brain, thank you very much, I just recruit different parts of it (from both sides) depending on what I’m doing. (See “The Real Neuroscience of Creativity” from Scientific American, 19 August 2013.)

I will also not take your test to see what personality I have. Humans are far too complex of a creature to be categorized into any number of finite types. Tests that try to tell me who I am are definitely high up on my list of life annoyances.

I will, however, take a nap. Or a break. Or go for a run. Or do some sewing. Because that’s what my brain really needs (wee “Q&A: Why a Rested Brain is More Creative” from Scientific American, 1 September 2016). I discovered while working on my dissertation that rewarding myself with creative time after doing a certain amount of work didn’t exactly work. But if I did the creative/exercise time first then I was able to be more efficient at writing. And I’ve been known to come home from many a run with some of the world’s major problems solved.

How incredible is my body!

Categories: Exercise, Happy Things, Health

The pre-teen and teen years can be rough on a girl. There are physical changes, social changes, school changes. It’s a rough time. And I’ve seen many studies where the researchers consistently show that a girl’s feelings of worth, beauty, and intelligence just take a nose dive during that time. Knowing that our girls (well, all of our kids) are going to take some kind of hit like that at some point in the future, I’ve set about to build them up just as high as I can so that when that hit does come it doesn’t knock them completely flat.

That doesn’t mean I’m constantly telling them they are beautiful and smart. Although I do tell them that. But I spend a whole lot of time telling Iddo right now (and will do the same for the other two as they get older) how great it is that she’s trying so hard and that things are hard at first but then we keep trying. I talk to her about how absolutely amazing her body is, that it can heal itself when she gets a bruise or a cut, that it can turn food into energy, that it can grow.

And I hope I’m leading by example. This body of mine is incredible! Considering my medical history it’s astounding how many injuries I’ve recovered from (and not a single injury with a good story yet!). It does heal itself. And it grows. And it grew people! I carried three human beings to just past 38 weeks pregnant, nourishing them from a clump of cells to a whole person! And then my body kept nourishing them! Iddo nursed for just over a year and Shimri and Shimei are at almost 19 months and going strong.

My body has completed three marathons! I’m currently training for my first half-marathon in February and last Saturday I ran, and pushed Iddo, for 7 straight miles, no stopping, and did it at a faster pace then I thought I would. Incredible!

My body can belly dance. Actually, anyone’s body can belly dance. And when you try it’s amazing to see all the different ways your body can move and what exactly it can do. We just got The Piano Guys latest album “Uncharted” and I really want someone to help me choreograph a belly dance routine to their song “Celloopa”.

Tonight my body will take the BEATT (bacon, egg (fried), avocado, tomato, on toast) sandwich we’ll have for dinner and turn it into the energy I need for tomorrow’s fun adventures. Modern technology can’t do anything like that.

My body is truly incredible.

The Reader, Part 2

Categories: Books, Education, Remembers

This is the part of my story as a reader where I became obsessed with Harry Potter.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone was published in the US in 1998. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban were both published in 1999. Pottermania had definitely arrived on this side of the pond. They were the books everyone was reading. And though I loved children’s literature, I very much dislike doing things everyone is doing, so I determined I wasn’t going to bother with the books. This is the point of the story where everyone who knows me now rolls their eyes so far back into their head they see their brain stem.

In October 1999 I left to serve a mission in Brasil. I wanted to bring back a few meaningful lembranças so I had a man carve a wooden plaque of the painting of Jesus with the children for me. I bought a hammock. And I decided it might be kind of fun to buy a children’s book in Portuguese. By the time I got back my mom and sister had relented and started reading Harry Potter and discovered they were really quite good. So I bought Harry Potter e a Câmera Secreta (the second book).

When I got home my mom and sister loaned me a copy of the first in English and I decided it was pretty good. Then I read the second one in Portuguese. That was quite the experience. I’d become pretty good with Portuguese on my mission but I still had to pull out my dictionary a few times. I’d never learned, for example, how to say “vomiting slugs” in Portuguese. And then there was a minor problem with my translation. After visiting Aragog in the forest Ron and Harry are talking about where the spider said the dead girl was found. I flipped back to that section and the spider never said anything about the dead girl. I was so confused. It wasn’t until I pulled out an English copy that I realized they hadn’t translated the sentence “the dead girl was found in a bathroom.” Kind of a key sentence if you know the story.

By that point I was hooked. I read the third and fourth books and started anxiously awaiting the publishing of the fifth, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, just like everyone else. I pre-ordered my copy and waited on 21 June 2003, the publishing date, the date it was promised to arrive. And it didn’t! It didn’t arrive till two days later. By which point half the world had already read it! I read it. Loved it. And decided I was going to do what I needed to do to make sure that didn’t happen again in the future.

Midnight of 16 July 2005 found me dressed as a witch waiting in line to buy a copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I actually hadn’t pre-purchased a book, which was potentially a problem. However a local radio station was there and doing a drawing for books and both myself and my friend Amanda won books! Amanda dressed as a witch trying to dress like a muggle. I drove while she read on the way home. We started reading at 12:45am on the 16th and I finished at 4:24am on the 17th. It was an amazing experience.

And then it was another wait till book 7! When Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was published I was again at a midnight release party, only this time I’d pre-purchased the book. I hadn’t wanted to risk not getting one. I was definitely obsessed by this point. Through a set of circumstances that my sister found very dodgy and threatened to bring up at my funeral, I ended up the fourth person in line to go into the store at midnight. I was the first person with a book. I’ve never left a book store to a cheering crowd before. It was real amazing. Behind me a dad came out with his daughter on his shoulders holding the book up high for everyone to see. Reading commenced at 12:10am and I finished at 6:33pm.

Phew!

But I wasn’t done yet. Along the way I’d purchased the first book in Portuguese at the BYU bookstore and my sister had gone to England for a semester and brought me the first four books in a boxed set with the children’s covers (because England did two sets of covers). So of course I had to complete my British children’s covers series. And if I was getting the children’s covers I needed to get the adult covers too. My MTC companion went back to our mission when they dedicated the temple there and got me the third book in Portuguese. And Brett bought me the 5th and 7th (because he couldn’t remember which ones I already had) in Portuguese for different gift giving occasions. And we’ve already purchased the first two in Latin (the rest of the series hasn’t been translated into Latin, yet), as part of our plan to become fluent in Latin. The books completely fill, left to right and top to bottom, a shelf on my bookcase. (This photo was taken before I got one more Latin book and two more Portuguese books.)

My Harry Potter bookshelf.

And then there were the midnight releases of the movies that I had to go see, dressed up of course. I won’t be doing a midnight release for Fantastic Beasts this weekend because the three little ones in our house make that a bit harder now. But we’ve already got a babysitter lined up for next week so we can go. 🙂

I’m on Pottermore and have been sorted into Ravenclaw (not surprising). My wand is made of ebony with a phoenix feather core, 10.75 inches, hard. And my patronus is a black and white cat. At the start of the patronus test the site has this quote:

The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very thing the Dementor feeds upon – hope, happiness, the desire to survive…
– Remus Lupin

And I read that and thought of my happiest memories. Shimri is my hope (literally, it’s part of her name). Iddo is my happiness. And Shimei has shown a desire to survive. My kids are my Patronus. They are my positive force that I will project out into the world to destroy Dementors.

And that’s the power of a good book (series).

Building Anticipation and Making Memories Hot Air Balloon Style

Categories: Quilting/Sewing/Knitting/Crafting, With the Kiddos

Around mid-September we decided to go to take the kids to the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta this year. It was a great trip. To help build anticipation I hung two “hot-air balloons” up in our house where I kids could see them every day. They are each made out of a paper lantern with an origami box from construction paper hung underneath. We hung one from our ceiling fan and the other in a doorway. Iddo liked them right away. Shimri and Shimei were intrigued but didn’t think much of them.

Hot air balloon model

After we got back from seeing real hot-air balloons though, Shimri kept running back and forth between the two, pointing at them, and saying “balloon” with a lot of excitement. She did it for several days actually. Even today if I were to ask her where the balloons are she’d run excitedly between the two.

When we got home we did an art project to share with grandparents about hot-air balloons. Iddo’s was a multi-step project showing a close-up of a balloon. First we put a circle of paper inside our salad spinner and then dripped some watered down tempera paint into it and then spun like crazy. It makes for a real neat effect. Because it had been cloudy the day we attended the mass ascension in Albuquerque she insisted that her blue sky have clouds in it. We grabbed a cotton ball, spread it out a bit, clipped it with a clothespin for a handle, and she “stamped” white clouds all over the blue papers. We glued the balloon to the top and then used full finger prints for the baskets. She knew balloons had people in the baskets so we did thumb-print faces on them. We did five balloons with three people each and 14 of those people were happy. She insisted that last person was “freaking out.” A little bit of crayon for the ropes connecting the balloon to the basket and to indicate the fire that she knew was part of the hot-air balloon and they were finished. Yea!

Hot air balloon close-up

Shimri’s and Shimei’s projects were a bit simpler. Rather than going for a close-up, we helped them portray what the mass ascension was like. They did a bunch of finger prints and then I used colored pencils to draw the baskets underneath.

Hot air balloon mass ascension

I don’t know if Shimri and Shimei will remember going the next time we go, but I’m pretty sure Iddo will. We’re grateful that tall Uncle Martin helped her see above the crowds.

Amazing!