Kurt saw it online once. So we did it. Or rather, he did it. I documented it.
First, he cooked the bacon in the smart oven…
…while making pancake batter.
Once the bacon was all lovely, he laid it down in the pan and poured pancake batter over it.
I started the hot water pitcher so I could have peppermint chocolate tea and he could have hot chocolate.
The pancakes cooked perfectly. Okay, he burned them a little.
And that is what they looked like done. The bacon is lovingly embedded in the pancake. Nothing has been over or undercooked, but man, do you need a tall glass of water to wash this down. I couldn’t finish mine in one sitting. Luckily, when we made these, I had the day off, so I had the time to eat the rest of my pancake later.
Oh and there’s our chocolate and tea. On nom nom.
Would you try bacon pancakes?
This is what I wore to Thanksgiving dinner today. Kurt said I looked like a well-dressed Jedi, so I’m posing like I’m using the Force or something. The belt ended up being too tight, so I left it in the car and just wore the scarf like a normal person would wear a scarf. I probably got the scarf at a Goodwill for $4, and the dress underneath it for $10. It’s a sweater dress with short sleeves and a big floppy collar. But this post isn’t about the clothes.
This year, Kurt and I had planned to fly to Missouri for Thanksgiving. His parents bought the tickets before Kurt knew for certain whether he’d have to work or not. He had just started a new job at Fred Meyer, and by the time he asked for the time off, it was already too late. He was scheduled to work all week. And having only Thanksgiving day off, we decided it would cost too much to go down to Cowiche to see my family if we were going to go down there for Christmas anyway, so we ended up having dinner with Kurt’s great-uncle Charles and great-aunt Bobbie in Shoreline, a 25-minute drive north-west of Kirkland. Charles has eight kids. Only three of them were there, but it was still a full house. All three are married, and there are five kids between two of the couples. One family had also brought two exchange students with them. We had already met about half of the party at previous visits to Charles and Bobbie’s house.
Dinner was delicious. Typical turkey dinner with mashed potatoes and all of the traditional Thanksgiving fixings. After everyone had finished, we discovered that this family was Jewish, for they all recited a short prayer in Hebrew while Charles lit the menorah for the first night of Hanukkah. Apparently, the last time Hanukkah started on Thanksgiving was in the year 1888, and the next time will be in the year 81056. Special indeed! And Bobbie had planned gifts for everyone who came! She took such care finding the right book for each person, as she buys books for Hanukkah every year, with each recipient in mind specifically. Kurt got “Beloved” by Toni Morrison and I got “The Handmaid’s Tale” by Margaret Atwood. How did she know that my favorite genre of literature (besides murder mysteries) is futuristic dystopia? When all the books were distributed, we dug into the pumpkin and apple pie and chocolate chip cookies.
When we were all full, most of the adults sat down to a game of Taboo. My team won. Charles’ son Dans (?) told me afterward that I was really good at the game, to which I replied, “I grew up playing a lot of Catchphrase with my family, just to pass the time. You get really good at clues. When my brother and I first played it with our college friends, they thought we were telepathic.” Which is true. We had a good time laughing at the little girls running around and being generally silly, sharing about our jobs and how we met, and just listening to a big happy family interact. It was a good Thanksgiving. I’m glad we had somewhere to go even though our original plan fell through. It all worked out. It really is a blessing that Kurt has some family here, with his parents and cousins being off in Missouri or Colorado and all of his friends being all over the country. He misses them all the time. I’m thankful this year that we still had someone to break bread with when we couldn’t see either of our immediate families. It was a good night.
Road workers were only trying to widen a highway running through the city of Beit Semesh, Israel, when they stumbled upon the anthropological find of a lifetime. That’s where the archaeologists jumped in. After much digging, they discovered the ruins of a 10,000-year-old house and possible evidence of a “cultic” temple. Amir Golani of the Israel Antiquities Authority (IAA) says, “The large excavation affords us a broad picture of the progression and development of the society in the settlement throughout the ages”. Naturally, buildings thousands of years old have been unearthed before in this area, but the house dug up this week is the very oldest found Judean Shephelah, the west plains of Jerusalem. Near the house were found flint and limestone axes, a sign that it was one of the first forms of permanent housing humanity has developed. The ruins mark the transition from a nomadic hunter/gatherer society to a farming society.
Nearby, a structure is thought to be a cultic temple, more than 6,000 years old. The clue that pointed toward it being such a temple and not just any building was a standing stone, 4 feet tall with 6 smoothed-down sides and pointing, like an arrow, due east. Officials of IAA are very excited about these findings because the artifacts and fossils they have dug up (and will continue to dig up) will illustrate just at which point in history humans began to start forming modern civilization as we know it, growing from simple wandering hunters to traders, farmers, and merchants who can advance society and ideas much more than anyone could before. I wish I could have been there. It’s crazy to think that in America, our cities are only a couple of hundred years old, if that, but in other parts of the world, you can unearth pieces of history that completely change your perspective on not just your town, but all of humanity. It’s a beautiful thing. One day, when I can afford it, I’ll visit the middle east and see places like this, but for now, I guess I can settle for reading stories in the news.
John and Ann Betar of Bridgeport, Connecticut celebrated their wedding anniversary today. At 81 years together, they currently have the longest-lasting marriage in America. They married on this day in 1932, after running away together to New York. Ann’s father wanted her to marry a man who was 20 years older than her, presumably for the money and social status, but Ann, 17, had other ideas. She was already in love with John, 21, the boy across the street. Today, they are 98 and 102, respectively, and they say their marriage has remained strong because of the family they have built together. They have 5 children, 14 grandchildren, and 16 great-grandchildren.
Their secrets to their long-lasting and successful marriage seem like no-brainers, but are so easily forgotten by so many couples today. John says, “Don’t hold a grudge. Forgive each other. Live accordingly.” Ann says, “We are very fortunate. It is unconditional love and understanding. We have had that. We consider it a blessing.”
Who is the longest-married couple you know? What do you think is the secret to a successful marriage?
I just have a lot of things to think about and remember. Life is super busy and stressful right now. I don’t want to talk about it. We’ll see if Kurt ever does a guest post for me while I’m gone…