We took our first overnight trip with our 11 month old daughter to Boston. Luckily we have very close friends who have a great house right in Southie on Thomas Park. It is the place where George Washington himself fought his very first battle.In the cold doldrums of March in the middle of the night he and his troops hauled 40 cannons to the top of this hill and when the British awoke it was good morning Boston! and welcome to a new world
Now Boston is beautiful modern but still Historic. With all of its European charm and deep local neighborhood roots South Boston is a neighborhood like no other
Bringing our daughter to the aquarium was really a great experience. Not having her sleep in her own bed however was not. Like George Washington’s first cold battle driven evening I could only pray for having such resolve. Our little girl was not pleased from the hours of 1 AM to 4:59 . It especially difficult for mommy as we were in Boston for her work. But in the end we learned a lot saw a lot and are now completely exhausted. Just a quick post to share our experiences. Thanks for stopping and as always have fun the daddy adjustment
The time is finally upon us. Time to break out your pressure canner and make good wholesome magic for your family. One of the best things about this ritual is that all winter long you will to enjoy the fresh tastes of summer. Your dishes will pop believe me. A fun addition to feeling like your grandparents is a lower carbon footprint. With all the draught and heat we have had this season you know getting food to your table will cost more. Now more than ever is a wonderful time to take advantage of any local resources you may have in the way of tasty harvest.
Canning isn’t rocket science its really quite easy. However it will require you to have a great deal of patience if nothing else. Oh yeah a mind for paying attention to detail works to ones advantage while preserving food. I can recall not long ago when finding supplies for this lost art was a chore. Now it seems we are seeing more and more of these reappear in hardware and grocery stores. It could arguably be one of the more positive things about losing annual household income. In recent years as the economy tightens so have of our minds keen on getting the most for our family on what we can afford. Canning done right can be an investment in your winter season. I still marvel in the simplicity in pressure canning and how it takes no preservatives what so ever to preserve natures’ perfection
Here is what you will want to do. Sterilize 14-16 quart ball jars. In a separate pot boil water and drop in the lids. I canned corn this time which requires a pressure of 11 at 55 minutes. This applies to those at 2000 feet or lower. You will need to invest in a pressuer canner as hot water bath will only work on fruit and tomatoes. I have been using the same Presto one I bought at our local Hardware store. For the 90 bucks it pays off for sure.
Shuck, Blanch, and then cut corn off cob into a bowl. Then ladle in corn leaving a solid 1-2 inches. Then pour water from the blanching into the jar a cup plus is good here. Be sure to use a knife or something to run the air bubbles out and ensure you have enough water in the jar. Be sure you have covered the goods with water. Not doing so will result in a real bummer come February trust me. No one likes corn the color and taste of dirt. When you tighten the bands on the lids go easy and let the pressure canner do it’s thing. So just a quick snug no need to be He-Man here.
Once you’ve hit you’re the 11 P.S.I. start to back the heat down. After about 45 minutes turn off the heat and watch the pressure drop when the tab drops be careful and lift lid AWAY from you. You need canning tongs (in Pic with cans)to remove jars so be sure to acquire these prior to attempting this. Let sit on a towel over night, they are done. I love the sound of the jars sealing Tknock! Times 7 so sweet a sound!
Next up Tomatoes! Hope you enjoyed the photos from our local farm. Buy local, save farms, eat well and as always Have Fun!
Greetings Team Daddy, I hope the warmth of summer has filled your mind with innocent memories of the good old days when you were small the world was big and during this time in July summer seemed like it could last forever. Remember when the only thing you thought about at the end of the day was how to do it all over again only better? Or spending a few hours on a steamy summer morning picking wild black raspberries, then selling them on the side of the road. Or perhaps that feeling of wonder by investigating if one could actually get full by way of licking honey suckle in the golden afternoon light. I myself get taken back to my youth every morning I step outside and feel the humidity and smell the air. I always say the same thing in my mind. ”it’s going to be a scaucher!”
I guess it’s easy to be nostalgic when you’re a parent. We naturally want to provide a space where our children can experience the magic of life and wonder of nature. We long for a simple time. I am getting a little concerned that simplicity has been drowned out by the ever present wave of technology in most homes across America our home included. Let’s face it, I had all these adventures outside. During a time when TV consisted of 3 stations one of which came in fuzzy. A time when the only thing on TV in the day time was soap operas. Now at our home we have over 500 channels as well as movies galore. Trying to find something to watch can resemble looking for a gift at Wal-Mart. Half way through your exhausted and have found nothing. Back in the day when damning up steams to make a swimming hole with your friends at night somehow we ALL found something to watch or read at night.
Which brings me to another point. I read a great piece Sunday in our local paper on the recent passing of actors like Andy Griffith. Then the other day Ernest Borgnine passed. The writer made a case that I have been thinking about for days now. When we grow up having 3 stations meant everyone who was up watched Johnny Carson. Didn’t matter what side of the isle or which side of town we all watched Johnny late night. It gave us all a place of common ground the next day. I guess you could say TV brought us together back then as a family and a community. Now with all the choices everyone has their own show to watch. These shows express the opinion you want to hear. So in my mind now TV has pulled us apart. We no longer have to watch-listen to anyone who doesn’t share our-your opinion. As a result we are less empathic to others and less connected as a global village.
So why not turn off the glowing orb or at least one of them today and enjoy some simple pleasures with your family. You will be thankful you did. I wish I did but I turned on VH1 the other day and saw Totally 80s. There was Kenny Loggins perferming “I’m all right “. He was in a bold outfit complete with red pleated no ass pants a white belt and white shoes. As he kicked speakers with his Capizio’s I couldn’t help but think…Thank goodness I survived the 80’s. Lucky I was outside having FUN! Thanks for stopping by.
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Greetings Team Daddy,
Thanks for stopping by. It has been a really busy since Fathers’ Day. I have been settling into my new vocation quite well or so I though. I am a doer. Many times people have made fun of my “to do” list. Look I like to have “accomplishments’” every day it works for me. To tell you the truth there is a pure gratification that comes with crossing a chore you’ve done off a list. Ah simple pleasures.
This year due to Baby and the fact that our income has been cut in half, we are Staycationing this summer. Hooray after over a year of pretty much staying home we get to stay home for vacation. An added bonus, we get to do all the yard word and organizing during that time. Man this is going to be great! Ok I’ll stop with the sarcasm, those of you not from New England may not find that at all funny but it was meant as a joke none the less. Having a way with sarcasm around here is something of a common ground. Often comments are considered funny that in other parts of the country you get your face punched in for uttering such an insult. It is an aliquant art form, one that takes a life time to master. But only a moment to relish. Since I am no taking off this year I thought I would share some shots from a trip my wife and I did a few summers ago. We toured the BVI for a couple weeks and can’t wait to bring our daughter there, just beautiful.
I digress, sorry Team Daddy. The summer solstice is finally here and it is bringing on the heat in a major way. It also marks 6 months for our daughter. I can’t believe it has already been 6 months. I am finally starting to realize what everyone has been saying with the ever present sentiment of “enjoy it, it goes by fast” You know what? They were totally right.
It was in that sweltering heat that my daughters’ constant whines and cry’s from a nap missed that I had a personal breakdown. It was strange because it lasted for about 5 seconds and only did minor damage. Not unlike the extremely rare earthquake we had last summer. She had missed her nap because daddy had to go somewhere and was figgin pissed off and no I am not being sarcastic. It was about 3 hours of nonstop whinning when while cleaning the toilet extremely unfavorable toilet water splashed down on my new Nike Airmax sneakers. A brief brilliant flash of bright white light. AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Our entire home shook. It was there and then alone with my own immaturity, or perhaps it was that last bit of the old selfish me. Still holding on waiting for me to reconnect. Like an anxious pal waiting by the lift on a powder day, that spirit only holds so long. I thought ”I can’t ever let this happen again”. What about myself do I have to learn to ensure this?
The answer, yet another adjustment for Daddy. I was forever focused on the chores and accomplishments I was unable to achieve in a day. My wife would come home to childish complaints from Daddy about stuff he didn’t get to do. Not the best way to attract attention from the one who is out there working all day. Now since that moment I have had nothing but delight and gratitude. I focus on all of the positive I created for our world each day. Sometimes that list is short. Something like taking our daughter for a walk to our “meditation spot”, or cooking dinner even cleaning the toilet. All done in the name of appreciation and gratitude.
Raising our children is important work it should to be taken with respect and understanding. I often wonder if teachers made as much as doctors would we have more children reaching for higher goals? Perhaps a result could be there would be more doctors. More value could be given our teachers and anyone who actively enriches his or her community by way of sharing their common wealth of knowledge.
So onward we go where many daddies’ have gone before. A world where small accomplishments make measurable differences in a long life. Letting go to that which now holds me back. Embracing the challenges faced by a new man. One who does for many and is proud of it. This post is dedicated to those few that have and still are sharing their truth with me and allowing me to do the same. Also my grandmother Nonnie who I miss every day. Happy Birthday We love you! Thank you for all your gifts shared.
As always have Fun!
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Hi Team Daddy, it’s only a day away from Father’s Day and I am super excited. However as many of you already know this “adjustment” hasn’t all been entirely easy. Our daughter is just about 6 months old which means I now operate well on 5 hours sleep. If you are just entering fatherhood, don’t worry Bro you will stop hallucinating soon. Just remember you paid pretty good money in your less mature days to feel like that.
So today I want to talk about some of Daddy’s favorite things. Yes an adult post is definitely needed for me. Frankly some good adult time sounds kind of nice. I am NOT talking about the conversations my wife and I have after our girl goes down for the night. They always seem to drift back to the Baby. Look I am not complaining, I love all of this but I am an outdoor action sport enthusiast. The past year has sucked for me in that category. The closest thing I did in the past year is golf. Now I love the sport and yes the adrenaline can pump as your ball gets close to the pin, but really it’s a pretty far cry from throwing myself off a small’ rock cliffs on my skis. Ripping hard through fresh nar and disappearing into the white room. If you haven’t skied lots of Pow you won’t get that last part. In the summer months here we have great white water kayaking after the damn release. Motocross and 4×4 riding is also a wonderful way to get your heart pump fix on.
Unfortunately I no longer have a dirt bike. I didn’t get to ski at all this year. I can feel lost without my centered sense of catharticism that for me is only attainable by risking my life for self-glory. Who I am as an athlete is fading fast. This above all else is what fears me about this new Daddy Adjustment.
I have begun to look for adrenaline in all the wrong places. Taking unnecessary risks when I am by myself in the car. I found myself trying to instigate some road ragging ass into a confrontation. “Whoa daddy you got to get a hold on yourself” So I take solace in my photos and videos from my past. In what few friends I have left, and in cool ass movies such as “Dust to Glory” Straight up the best documentary on the incredible story that is the race the Baja 1000. If you’re a guy and you still have your man hood you will love this movie. If you are a man and you watch it and you feel nothing? Things are worse than I thought. Better watch that sucker again. This time go get a beer and turn up the volume on the TV.
Ok that’s better I think I just herd some Daddy screams of joy. That’s right yell and holler so your old self can hear you. He is lost, beat up and bruised but not broken. Your hollowing’s help him up and back to you safely nestled back in your over inflated ego where he belongs. All of this testosterone talk makes me think of my favorite place on earth LAKE TAHAOE! I don’t care if it’s to the north at Squaw or on the South shore this place is made for people who like life. Everyone you meet who lives there are in love with their surroundings and it is easy to see why. They all possess the spirit I love, the adventure spirit. It’s not just for vacations’ it’s for life.
When someone asks you “what do you want for Father’s day? Think hard about an adrenalin trip to Tahoe or to the Baja in November. I know I will be day dreaming all I can till I feel my heart pump again. Please send me what makes your heart pump.
Thanks for stopping by and HAVE FUN!! Your friend Daddy Adjustment