26May

A Berkey Water Filter Review – For Water Purists Like Me

I’m a heavy drinker.

Of water.

I am legen… wait for it… dary for requiring copious amounts of water and spilling it frequently. Especially when I’m pregnant. I remember being in the hospital pregnant with the twins in pre-term labor. I was all hopped up on morphine and magnesium but still insisted that I have a full cup of water with a straw on hand at all times.

Then I would fall asleep with it in the crook of my arm until it spilled all over me and my bed. The nurses just adored coming every few hours to change the sheets of a woman incapable of standing on her own two feet or holding her water.

Heh. Pun not intended but definitely true.

About a year ago, Andrew made a purchase that revolutionized the water drinking in our home. He bought a Berkey. He actually made his decision out of a sudden realization that if we were ever to lose power or water for a few days, the odds were very small that someone would take in our family of nine and share their resources with us.

The Berkey is known for being able to filter anything and everything out of water. So if we needed to, we could filter pond or creek water. I shrugged my shoulders and encouraged him to buy what he thought we needed. When he got it all set up, we decided to put it to the test. We put some red food coloring in the top water and waited for it to filter through.

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Sure enough, when it reached the bottom of the Berkey, the water was completely clear and tasty.

And that’s the other thing, the Berkey water is DE-LISH. I know it’s hard to imagine water having much taste, but you can actually smell the difference before you even drink it. Hold some tap water up to your nose, inhale the chlorine and fluoride. Hold some Berkey water up to your nose, smell… nothing.

Now take a sip of the tap water. Fine. It’s water. But once you sip the Berkey water, you realize the tap water actually burned your throat a little as it went down while the Berkey water is almost sweet and slips smoothly down your throat.

I know it sounds like I’m being dramatic but I’ve watched Andrew make himself drink water for years. He doesn’t really like it. He’ll sip it slowly and then forget it on the counter. But since we bought the Berkey, he can guzzle an entire glassful in minutes. Often.

The whole family can taste the difference. The kids declared it “yummy” and also enjoy being able to fill their own water bottles. I’ve become a bit of a princess about my water and no longer drink it bottled or from the tap at all. When we go on a trip, the first thing Andrew and I do when we get home is guzzle a tall glass of water from the Berkey and sigh in relief.

And since I’m displaying how spoiled we are, I’ll also tell you that we use Berkey filtered water for our espresso maker and can definitely tell a difference. We don’t need to descale the machine as often if we use good filtered water. This is a plus, since we can’t go three hours without Sweet Precious in operation.

A Berkey was a bit of an investment, but the filters last at least a really long time (think YEARS), and when you add up how much you spend changing out other water filters every three months, it doesn’t seem quite so bad. Plus, it’s nice to know we’ve got a back-up plan for clean water that will work no matter what happens.

For a “heavy drinker” like myself, that’s some good peace of mind.

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Do you filter your water? Anybody got a fancy reverse osmosis system? A Brita? An old-fashioned strainer?

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Die Dead (In A Good Way) Chocolate Mousse

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As a young child in the early 80′s, I enjoyed the heyday of chocolate mousse as a high class dessert. I remember my mom taking me to a really fancy restaurant just so she could order me dessert or “heaven in a cup” as we called it.

From that day on, I ordered it every chance I got and have continued to do so, even after chocolate mousse became “less fashionable.” I feel no shame in ordering the sad little forgotten dessert at the bottom of the menu.

Because dark chocolate whipped into a rich and dense mousse that just melts on your tongue?

That is the peak of perfection.

So a few years ago, back when Anonymous C and the Chef joined us for dinner every week, Chef just casually whipped up a chocolate mousse one night after dinner.

I died dead on the floor.

When I woke from my swoon, I insisted he show me how he did it. And when I saw how easy it was, I died dead again.

Then I resurrected myself and typed it into Google so I would never lose it.

When the Chef visited a few weeks ago, that was my one demand: Make the mousse, man.

We tried to video it, but I’m a terrible videographer, the ice water wasn’t icy enough, and I kept making the Chef laugh at crucial moments. So while the video is good blackmail material for the future, it probably shouldn’t see the light of day here.

HOWEVAH… I’ve decided you all need to experience the chocolatey wonder for yourselves. Plus, it’s a handy dessert option for last minute dinners.

So, here’s how to make the easiest, bestest, chocolatiest mousse ever.

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Chop two chocolate bars (the darker the better in my opinion) into 200 mL of water in a sauce pan.

Stir the mixture over low heat until it’s all incorporated.

Turn the heat up and bring it just to a boil.

(Or, you can bring the water to boil and then drop in the chocolate and remove it from the heat immediately. Whatevs.)

Yank it off the stove and plunge the saucepan, the more violently the better, into an ice bath. (Hint, prepare your ice bath ahead of time rather than just tossing three ice cubes in some water at the last minute. A “friend” did that one time with abysmal results.)

Whip it, whip it good. 

It takes awhile and your arms get tired, but eventually, you will see it start to thicken. When it is so thick it doesn’t drip off the whisk any more, you’re done.

Put it into a cup or eat it straight out of the bowl. 

Die dead.

Resurrect and repeat.

Try it this weekend. Then come back and tell me how much you love me.

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Mother’s Day Was Meant For Bacon And Muscle Relaxers

I didn’t realize until I went to put together a blog post that our weekend was so full. But that’s probably because I’m generally confused about what day it is and don’t always realize we’ve hit the weekend.

We spent Friday afternoon at the boys’ piano recital. I was a bit nervous because last year, Adam cried and pitched a fit and refused to play. This year, the crowd would be twice as big. He seemed fine about it, though, even cheerful. And he happily played his two pieces, his sweet little feet dangling off the piano bench in rhythm to his song. Such a difference a year makes!

What? Oh, stop it, I didn’t cry. I simply had damp oculars. I’m sure it was allergies.

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Which is why this little moment made me particularly happy. Because at the end of a long week, we would throw all the plates in the trash and leave the crumbs to the critters who roam at night.

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On Saturday, we had Yard Work to do. With capital letters. Since Andrew chopped down a bunch of trees, we discovered that the difficulty doesn’t lie in knocking trees down, it’s what to do with them after. We now have more firewood than we could ever possibly use in five years and there are still 4 trees that need dissecting. Meanwhile, our yard is littered with sticks and stumps and sawdust, oh my!

So we tackled the sticks. The kids and I hauled a brush pile from one part of the yard to another part of the yard, which seems a little pointless unless you understand that the county law prohibits us from burning a brush pile until October and I wasn’t particularly pleased with the location of said brush pile and didn’t want to stare at it until fall.

So we moved it to another location where Andrew broke the limbs down into something that we can burn in our fire pit. And even if we eat roasted hot dogs and marshmallows every night this summer, we will still never burn all those branches.

Anyway, it would have helped if I had some sort of picture documentation so you could at least see a before and after, but I was too busy playing a giant game of Pick-Up Sticks.

At the end of the day, my back gave out and I spent the evening on some mighty fine pain-killers.

Mother’s Day morning, I got to sleep in, which was handy since I needed to sleep off the muscle relaxers. Only my back was no less angry, so I stayed in bed most of the day and, gasp, read a book! I also read to the kids, which is why the reading selection on my bed looked like this:

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I told Andrew the one thing I wanted for Mother’s day was to be completely free of responsibility for meals. I did not want to think about the question, “What are we gonna eat?”

Best. Present. Ever.

Andrew stepped up to the plate and hit a home run with homemade donuts for breakfast, a spinach salad with bacon vinaigrette for lunch, and Five Guys for dinner. And since he threw a salad in the mix, the other two meals don’t count, right?

IMG_8054We are home from church now and Andrew is whisking up the best chocolate mousse ever. I’ll show you how to make it soon. But first, I’m gonna eat some in the name of “research.”

I so enjoyed my people this weekend. They make every day, whether we’re schooling, celebrating, yard working, or eating, such an adventure.

IMG_8046I’d also like to take a minute to recognize this man, without whom I would never have received the title: Mother. Thanks for the Mother’s Day of my dreams, babe.

IMG_8053Finally, Happy Mother’s Day to women everywhere, because no matter where or who we are, we will always find somebody to nurture.

And glory to Him who sets the lonely in families. (Psalm 68:6)

 

 

 

 

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Into The Light

*Apologies for the wordiness, but stick with it to the end? I have a point. Really.

The week has been a lovely one here in the Southland and we’ve done our part to soak up the light. The front porch seems to be everybody’s happy place these days.

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As is our practice, other than weekly co-op, we’ve left the house very little. (Finn tried, but he didn’t get very far.)

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Poor Finn. He caught a cold/fever/something yucky and has been pretty miserable for two days. To make it worse, I put him down for his nap this afternoon and forgot to give him his pacifier.

Worst. Mother. Ever.

I had a doctor’s appointment this afternoon and it’s one of those appointments that you make months in advance and if you miss it it’s another six months before you can get in, so when Andrew called and said his meeting ran late, I had no choice but to throw the whole gang in the van and dash out into rush hour traffic.

Andrew met me at the doctor’s office with five minutes to spare. He offered to feed the family at a restaurant after my appointment rather than all of us sitting in rush hour traffic to get home hungry. He is a good man.

I got my clean bill of health and skipped out to my people where we followed a friend’s suggestion and tried a new-to-us restaurant. This is risky business with our gang. We tend to stick to places we know because familiar is preferable when you’ve got nine people in tow, most of whom still blow the paper off their straws and dunk their elbows in their water glass.

It took a few minutes for the kids to remember how to behave outside of our little compound. But after we discussed the whole “talking at 800 decibels” thing and the “don’t turn your straw into a musical instrument” thing, they were excellent.

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We enjoyed some yummy Greek food and the crew earned themselves each a plate of baklava. I’m the Mommy, so mine had custard in it.

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And just to prove we really did all leave the house, here is Andrew with Finn, who was exhausted (remember the no nap?) but relatively cheerful.

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While we were eating, one of the servers came up to ask us about the kids (it happens a lot) and she mentioned she had 2 year old twins and a 4 year old and how hard it was. I told her, “You are in the valley of the shadow. They’re adorable, but they’re a lot of work. Just hang in there, Mama, and pretty soon, it really will be easier.”

And it’s true. Our twins are nine now. Nine. They bathe themselves (when they remember to use soap) and put on their own clothes and clean the dining room after every meal.

IT’S A WHOLE NEW ERA.

Yes, we’re still down in the trenches with the Littles, but yesterday Mira got the urge to practice a little potty training and her older siblings were so excited for her, they did a lot of the sitting and reading books I would normally do. It’s LESS work to potty train now than when I only had three or four kids.

Maybe you’re a mom who’s still in the Valley of the Shadow. Hear me now: it’s gonna get better. Bear up, keep trudging, kiss their chubby cheeks often, and hang on. The day is coming when, yes, they’ll still utterly trash the dining room during a meal but…

…waitttttttt for it…

…One day, they’ll clean up their own dang mess.

Or maybe you’re a mom who has seen the light on the other side of that valley. Maybe you’re just now staring at the glare wondering what happened to the fog or maybe you left the valley and haven’t looked back in years. If you see a mama who’s still wrangling the shadows, reach out and pat her on the back, ok? Try to remember what it felt like to conquer a trip to Target with Littles in tow and make sure you give the Valley-Dwellers a little encouragement when you see them.

And I’m not talking about, “Cherish every moment, it goes so fast.”

Tell her how cute her baby is, tell her about the time you left the diaper bag behind and the baby had a blow-out and you took the child to church wearing Daddy’s undershirt. Tell her you like her hair. Tell her anything but “you should be enjoying this more.”

Tell her the light is coming and you know because you’ve seen it.

I don’t even know when the light appeared here. But it did. Yes, we’re still massively outnumbered, often overwhelmed, and completely out of our element with each new stage of development. But God is faithful and so here we are in the glow of “some of them wipe their own butts now.”

And I can assure you, the view from here is beautiful…

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Every Day’s a Party Here

Andrew was a Busy Beaver last week and made something like a dozen quarts of ice cream for a little shindig we had at the house on Friday.

Yea. We partied.

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Andrew wore himself SLAP OUT making yummy flavors like salted caramel, cheesecake, and roasted strawberry with buttermilk. Then he made chocolate, blueberry, and strawberry sauces. It was delicious. But more than that, he made me feel special. It was a great birthday.

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I’m glad we have these pictures of the party because the guests were barely out the door before we started tearing the house apart. We’ve decided to try to sell Casa de Vitafam. This is my list for next week:

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So if we’re scarce for the next few days, you know why. Fortunately, my friends gave me LOTS OF CHOCOLATE for my birthday, so I’m stocked up for the coming storm.

And if you know of anyone who needs a lovely, only “slightly” used home, we know of one for sale…

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I Scream, You Scream

Andrew and the kids gave me a present this morning. We were all very excited.

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(Don’t you love Amazon boxes with the smile on them? There’s just something happy about a box at the door, isn’t there?)

Inside was a shiny fancy ice cream maker. The one I have coveted, lo, these many years.

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I set about studying the manual right away. Andrew also provided three new books about ice cream making. I take my milk fat seriously and he knows it.

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Already today we’ve made watermelon lemon sorbet, peanut butter chocolate chip ice cream, and there’s a dark chocolate humming away as I type.

This will do nothing for my dieting hopes. But, trust me, it’s very, very good for morale.

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What was your happy today?

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Just Another Evening

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We had planned an easy supper for tonight so that we could take the kids to the pool. But there was some sort of algae problem (or “allergy” problem, as Ellen calls it) and we decided to stay home. At the last minute we thought to throw together one of our Jamie Oliver “Meals in Minutes.”

Our choice was the “Cheat’s Pizza.”

I whipped up a quick dough in the food processor while the oven heated up to a broil and the cast iron skillet got hot on the stove. Andrew made a fresh pizza sauce with tomatoes and basil from our garden. Then we transferred the dough into the skillet, threw on some toppings, and tossed the whole thing into the oven for four minutes.

Sounds easy, right?

And it was.

Sort of.

The baby was jumping in his johnny-jump-up and whining. Adam was sweetly but LOUDLY blowing raspberries and squealing at him to try and keep him happy. Willa and Mira ran through the kitchen seemingly every time we were handling a hot skillet. The house filled with smoke with our first attempt at putting the dough in the pan. Someone decided it was time to practice piano at that exact moment. And everyone else was making as much inane noise and chatter as they possibly could.

I told Andrew that at one point, I felt certain I could hear calliope music playing in the background.

Somehow, we managed to get two of This on the table.

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And it was DELICIOUS. The crust was crispy on the bottom and soft in the middle. And the pizza sauce and fresh mozzarella? YUM.

Silence reined around the table for, oh, I’d say a whole fifteen seconds!

After the pizza, we served everybody dessert. Some sort of mascarpone, cherry concoction. Also decidedly YUM.

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Of course, I looked down and realized I was covered in flour. Isn’t every good chef?

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(Please excuse my doughy jazz hands. Apparently I thought I was in a kitchen show choir.)

The evening was made perfect by our rousing family rendition of the Star-Spangled Banner before we left the table. The kids are learning the words this week as part of school and we needed to practice. We were about halfway through our mangled version before I realized the windows were still open to let the smoke out.

Neighbors: You are welcome.

It was just the sort of random, messy, LOUD (but fun) sort of evening that I love. Unplanned, off-key, and Magically Delicious…

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And because you all need a little more Finn in your lives:

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You’re welcome.

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Good Food

This is not a food blog. I have never pretended to be a fantastic cook. Matter of fact, I’ve cooked next to nothing for the last year or so. But there have been some mighty fine vittles in recent days at the House of Vitafam. Just had to share…

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Andrew’s very favorite thing in the whole world besides ME is blueberry muffins. (He likes the kids pretty well, too.)

Last weekend, he asked if I would try to make some blueberry muffins out of the berries he’d grown right in our backyard. Since they were very special berries, I decided they deserved a very special recipe. I used this one and lemme tell you WHAT - they were some fine tasting muffins.

I don’t even like muffins that much and I ate three.

They were so good, in fact, that Andrew talked sweetly to his blueberry plants, very meticulously picked more blueberries every day, and hoarded each berry carefully so we would have enough to make more muffins this Saturday. Which we did. And we all died dead in a swoon on the floor again. Because they are THAT GOOD.

Anything with lemon sugar on top cannot be bad.

And then there are the meals we sit down to that look like this:

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We’re still working our way through Jamie Oliver’s Meals in Minutes cookbook and while I’m not ready to give you my full review yet, I can tell you that we are very, very happy with the results. This fine meal of stuffed chicken breasts, pan-fried green beans, flavorful flat bread, fruity beverage, and vanilla ice cream floats took us maybe 45 minutes to get on the table.

De-lish, y’all. DEE-LISH.

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It’s been a lovely weekend full of people we love and some yummy vittles. We hope yours was the same.

Happy Father’s Day to our daddies and to all of yours.


*p.s. Apologies for the grimaces on my people’s faces. They were staring into the sun. I did manage to capture Ian mid-sneeze but I figured that was a picture better left unshared.

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Finn Food In The Freezer

Finn has officially started “solid foods.” And, as you would expect from a boy of his girth, he thinks his mushed avocado and banana is mighty fine.

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Let’s all try to pretend we don’t see that I wrapped my kid up in a towel rather than try to hunt down a bib.

I start my babies with avocado because it’s a good fat and banana to just sweeten it up a bit. But you all know that tiny babies only eat a tiny little bit. And then I’m left with the remains of avocado and banana that will turn brown in a matter of minutes or attract a bunch of fruit flies. I have struggled with how to handle this for several babies now.

Well, thank heavens for Pinterest.

Somewhere on Pinterest, I learned that you can freeze avocados. We already froze our bananas for smoothies and such. (Helpful hint: take the bananas out of the peel to freeze them. Otherwise you end up scraping the peel off under hot water and delaying the smoothie process.) So I thought I would try freezing Finn’s avocado.

To make it easier on myself, I mashed the avocado and banana up to a Finn-preferred consistency.

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Then I put them into the ice-maker and froze them. I was a little afraid it would all be brown and gunky when I thawed it out, but it reheats nicely (I haven’t tried it in a microwave, I warm the baby food up in a little ramekin on the stove) and keeps it’s “lovely” green color.

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My only problem now is that I’m still too addled to remember to thaw out the avocado before I sit down to nurse Finn. This means he must wait longer for his green mush.

He doesn’t appreciate waiting.

This may not be earth-shattering for anybody else, but this new process makes the early days of solid foods so much nicer. I can’t really leave food out on my counter anyway, or somebody with small grabby hands will walk by and help themselves.

And now I can rest assured that there’s always “Finn food” ready for the grabbing and that the fruit flies won’t eat it all before he does.

Finn definitely appreciates that.

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Please, Mom, Can I have another?

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The Puppy Days of Summer

The Dog Days of Summer come later, right? But what do you call the beginning of summer? Puppy Days?

Even thought we’re revving up to start our school year, it definitely has the feel of puppy days of summer around here. Everything just feels… light-hearted.

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We are carrying on with our swimming plans very nicely. The kids are having a ball.

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And it’s sort of nice for us parents now, too. I’m really enjoying sunsets at the pool.

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Finn enjoys napping, when he’s not eating.

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Finn naps solely to maintain his girth and Winston Churchill jowls. All of that eating he does must not go to waste.

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Last week, we took the kids out for fancy organic popsicles.

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For you locals, Steel City Pops is operated by some friends of ours and they’re selling out of popsicles like crazy. Go try ‘em. They come Mira-recommended.

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Andrew and I are working our way through a new cookbook. I watched some episodes of Jamie Oliver’s Meals in Minutes on tv a while ago and thought it looked like fun. We bought the cookbook and are enjoying tackling the recipes.

They aren’t really “30 minute meals,” it’s more like 45 minute meals. But we’re pretty excited about the complete dinners we’re getting on the table a couple of times a week. And it’s fun to do together. Since the food is ready quickly, I just wait until Andrew is off work and then we have dinner on the table in under an hour. Makes it easier on everybody. We’ve got a long list of recipes we want to try from it.

I’ll keep you posted on how we do.

So.

Tell me about your puppy days of summer.

How YOU doin’?

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