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Blossoms

On Tuesday we went to see the cherry blossoms. Our outing culminated with a visit to the National Arboretum where we were joined by three of my favorite people in the whole wide world--our nephews: the Professor, Tompkins, and baby blue eyes! We had oodles of fun...

Tompkins teaching me to "roar!" (

while the Professor practices photobombing)

Five and the Professor-

-this is about as corny as things get, but I like it :)

Throwing sticks into the lake (what more could you ask for?!)

Momo and baby blue eyes battle with the tree branch

Five, Tompkins and the Professor plot to take over the world!

or at least the Arboretum :)

Happy Spring!

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When life gives you lemons...

make that stuff gold.
In case you hadn't heard, it was Momo's birthday over the weekend.  And as The Professor was keen to point out "birthdays mean cake."  That child is wise beyond his years indeed (to be fair, I usually feel that when folks agree with me). So Sunday morning as the rest of the fam was at church, I went to my sacred space--the kitchen--and whipped up a luscious lemony bundt cake. It was divine if I do say so. I clearly missed the sunday school lesson on humility. 

Lazy Lady's Lemon Bundt
1 Box White Cake Mix
1 Box Instant Lemon Pudding
1/2 C Yogurt
1/3 C Sugar
1 C Powdered Sugar
Lots of Lemons! 

Follow the directions for making your boxed cake (mine called for 2 T vegetable oil, 3 egg whites, and 1 1/3 C water), except substitute lemon juice for half of the water (so 2/3 C in my case), also add the yogurt, pudding mix and the rind of 2 lemons to the cake batter. Bake according to box instructions (should be about 45min at 350 F).

Meanwhile... 

Combine the 1/3 c sugar with 1/3 C lemon juice, and simmer until the sugar dissolves.

When your cake is done let it cool for a few minutes in the pan before turning out onto a drying rack placed over a baking pan.  Slooooooowly pour the lemon syrup over the warm cake giving it time to absorb the sweet/sour goodness.

Just before serving mix the powdered sugar with 2 generous tablespoons of Lemon juice to create a glaze, and slap that on the cake as well.

The result will be a lemon cake so moist and delicious you'll (or at least I'll) be craving it for the rest of the week.  Enjoy! 

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From Drab to Fab

On a recent Saturday in Denver, Five was gracious enough to do a photo shoot with me.  The good news is, she got great pictures (my sisters can attest that is a RARE accomplishment!), but when I sent them to Yman, he was unimpressed.  This made me exceedingly upset.  These are the best pictures I've had in YEARS!! What could be his problem?  To which he replied,

"They're so grey."

What did he expect? Daisies and daffodils on the second of March?  Well. nothing gets my creative juices flowing like annoyance.  So I started work on one of my favorite photos.


So I decided to try something old and something new and mix mediums.  It's a great way to bring crafts that you love in to a more modern context.  I liked the tree and the bench -- they have this shabby chic thing going for them -- so using the oh so so sophisticated Microsoft Paint I painstakingly cut them out of the rest of the photo.  Next, I got photos of two parts of a painting I made.  One of solid sky, the next of the grass.    On this, you don't have to get the most "perfect" picture.  This had a mark from the back of one of my brushes, which makes it more interesting.  I stretched the photos to fit my "canvas" ( screen) and placed the cut out on top.  Finally, I found a picture of a yellow butterfly and attached it where I though it should go and Voila!  How do you like it? 

It might not be perfect perfect, but it's perfect enough for me!  A warning:  This project is not for the faint of heart:  It is time consumptive, but I really enjoyed the final product.  You can see more of my mixed medium work here and here.

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Boldog Szülinapot!

This is how my mom's formidable Hungarian Fan Club celebrated her birthday last night:

Not quite as gorgeous as Momo, but pretty darn close...
My Magyar Mama, (a.k.a. the brave soul who is hosting my little clan), is a Domestic Goddess of unrivaled grace and skill.  But she swears it's super easy and has promised me a tutorial this week.  If this celestial confection is, indeed, something that can be accomplished by a mere mortal, I promise to pass the recipe along...

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Haza!

Arriving in Budapest always feel like a homecoming.  It is such a joy to rediscover places I love and reconnect with people I adore.  This visit is special for two reasons: it's the first time I'm here with Tiny and the Princess, and the first time I've been back since my grandfather passed away.  All my favorite places are just overflowing with happy memories of time spent together, as well as reminders of the invaluable lessons he taught me.  I so pray that dear Didi smiles down and helps me weave just a little of the same magic for my own precious babies, on this and many future visits. 

Here are a few pictures of the Princess that I snapped this afternoon while she played in my friends' garden, where I used to romp as a kid (and teenager and twenty-something).  I cannot express how grateful I am to have friends who surround me and my little family with such love and beauty!


Tiny is noticeably absent because he was strapped to my back at the time.  Sorry, kiddo!!

I'll post more pictures when my better half arrives next week with my computer and I can dump my memory card onto our own hard drive...

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Ask Five: Of Dungeons and Dishes

Q: So my roommate -- where do I begin -- I liked her, until we were moved in together. She never cleans up after herself, and worst of all, she never does the dishes. I am not alright with a sink full of gross dishes piling up, and I am not really alright doing all the dishes, all the time. But in the interest of peace, I do them. This is making me increasingly angry and I don't know what to do. On the one hand, I don't want my house to smell like death. On the other hand, I am sick of doing gross dishes that I never made.  I'm running out of hands. Help!?



AaAaA:
One (Doer of dishes): Sage advice from one is absent, due to her absence. From experience, I'll tell you she keeps doing the dishes or cleaning or laundry or whatever needs to be done for the sake of peace. Resentment builds up for a while, and then it doesn't bother her anymore. That's how you know she's a mom.

Two (Guilty as charged): As one who has been guilty of this sin herself, I would give you this advice: Make a new house rule that at the end of the day, dishes left undone will be left on the bed (or in they have their own bathroom, sink) of s/he who dirties them. Old habits die hard and sometimes, you have to do your part in helping the process along.*


*This method of punishment is never to be used against two or person(s) who might have taken the pseudonym "two," since two is immuno suppressed and since you love her too much to do anything like this to her. After all, she is your sister. A room mate is an entirely different issue.


Three (Roomie in Residence): Lady I feel your pain. I live in a house full of roommates, most of whom are quick to admit that I do the majority of the common space cleaning. I have yet to find a solution, but I think I'm getting close using the process of elimination. So here are some things I have personally tried that DO NOT work.
  • chore charts
  • designated dishes
  • shaming them by bringing over friends and then saying loudly--while your roommate is right there--"look how disgusting all of those dishes are! I do them all the time, and it really gets on my nerves. Boy-oh-boy my roommate is a pig!"
  • telling roommate (as you're scrubbing and he's making a sandwich), "man I'm sick of this, do you realize I'm just doing these dishes because they're driving me insane?" He says "yeah, that sucks. (sticks dirty knife in the sink and walks away noshing)"
Wow. That was cathartic. I think I'm going to post this on said roommates' Facebook walls, and suggest you do the same.

Four (Arbiter of Clean): This is a toughie.You have to weigh the importance of maintaining a pleasant dynamic against the necessity of keeping your apartment within health code. Unfortunately, it seems like the pleasant dynamic is already gone. So, how to inspire cleanliness? I share a bathroom with one of my sisters (who shall not be named, but isn't One, Two, or Three) and things can get kind of messy--really fast. Even though she contributes more to the mess than I do, in hopes of keeping things "fair", I clean it every other week and ask the nameless sister to clean it in the off weeks. I usually just remind her nicely and she's very happy to comply. You might try doing an every-other-day rule. Now, this works when your roomie is sweet and willing to accept responsibility. Things might be more challenging if she has less self knowledge. If this method fails, you might try soiling her clothing and seeing how she reacts to that.

Five (Washes Hands, Not Dishes): I myself would probably resort to a good old mexican standoff: I would refrain from any household upkeep, and see who breaks first (I can pretty much guarantee it would be her; I have an almost man-like threshold for extreme levels of disarray and putridity). However, if that's hard to stomach, tell the room fellow in question that if she doesn't plan on washing actual dishes, she's got to buy her own sustainably disposable flatware. You may even leave a set on her bed to send a not-so-subtle hint.

Have a question? ASK FIVE, and you'll have a one in 5 chance that 
someone will see it your way!
Just send your questions to:
fivetdsisters@gmail.com 

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