Thursday, July 10, 2014

my great-grandma knew how to fiesta!

I bet none of you have pictures of your great-grandma hitting a piƱata.  Try not to be toooo jealous.  :)





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"...also a heavy locket that none of them could open;"
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Monday, July 7, 2014

wannabe

Remember how I said my grandparents were models?

I also had an uncle who wished he were.  :)

on the right.  Check out that pose!  Work those hips!
I like to call this pose "Smooooth Stefan."
Okay, okay, I guess he was pretty cute.


And this picture of him does look like it should be in a magazine.


Let's just say, I come from a family of good-lookin' folks.


 I guess my good looks had to come from somewhere!

(not pictured: my dad's family, from which I also inherited half of my good looks.
We just didn't happen to be cleaning out boxes of his old things this summer.)

(Sorry, Stef, I couldn't resist! :)
If any other uncles or aunts would also like to be teased with old pictures of themselves,
feel free to comment!)




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"Ah," said Fudge, who looked thoroughly disconcerted.  "Dumbledore.  Yes.  You - er - got our - er - message that the time and - er - place of the hearing had been changed, then?"
"I must have missed it," said Dumbledore cheerfully.  "However, due to a lucky mistake I arrived at the Ministry three hours early, so no harm done."
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Also, my grandparents were models.

Can all of my daughters look exactly like her please?



This picture was sent to my grandpa. Love.


Gramps's turn!

I mean, come on.

He was 19.




And together!



This is actually one of my favorite pictures in the whole world.
Everyone just looks so genuinely happy!  I love it.
I've looked at it about 100 times today.




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“Severus, please fetch me the strongest Truth Potion you possess, and then go down to the kitchens and bring up the house-elf called Winky.  Minerva, kindly go down to Hagrid’s house, where you will find a large black dog sitting in the pumpkin patch.  Take the dog up to my office, tell him I will be with him shortly, then come back here.”
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Johnson-style Nanaimo Bars

Yesterday was Canada Day, so Joel and I celebrated like we always do - poutine for dinner, Nanaimo Bars for dessert, and watching a show that teases about the differences between Canadians and Americans.  To my dismay, however, I learned that most of my friends had never tried a Nanaimo Bar and / or didn't know what they were!  So here, friends, is the recipe I use.  I've never tried an authentic Nanaimo Bar, but I've made so many substitutions, I'm sure they no longer taste authentic.  :)  They do taste delicious, though.  

This is a refrigerated no-bake bar-style cookie... kind of.  The actual prep time for each layer is very short, but there's about an hour and a half of setting time.  The tiny parenthetical asides are my personal notes, learned in the process of making these. :)

Start with a pan (I use 9" round) lined with foil or plastic wrap.  It's much easier to cut and serve these if you can remove the whole thing from the pan.

Please don't judge me.  I am NOT a food photographer.
Bottom layer:
1/2 c. unsalted butter, room temperature (Salted butter works, too.  Also, since you're melting it, it doesn't need to be room temp.)
1/4 c. sugar
5 T cocoa powder
1 egg, beaten
1 1/4 cup graham cracker crumbs (about 10 crackers or most of a store-bought graham cracker crust:) (For gluten-free, I'd sub in quick oats. This ingredient is mostly for texture anyway.)
1/2 c. finely chopped almonds (If your almonds have freezer burn, finely chopped pecans are also delicious.)
1 c. coconut (We don't like coconut, so we use quick oats instead.)

Melt butter, sugar, and cocoa powder together.  Slowly add to beaten egg.  Stir in the rest of the ingredients.  (I do that step with a spatula in the pan I'm going to use.)  Press firmly into ungreased pan.  (Eat a forkful.)  Refrigerate.  

Hm.  It looks like I snuck some Heath bars into the bottom layer last year.  Yum!
Middle layer:
1/2 cup unsalted butter, room temperature (Again, salted is fine.)
3 T whipping cream (I couldn't tell any difference when I used milk.)
2 T custard powder (or vanilla pudding powder)
2 c. powdered sugar

Cream all ingredients together and spread onto the bottom layer.  Refrigerate 30-60 minutes (so it stays separate from the top layer.)


I cover it with plastic wrap during setting time so it doesn't absorb any funky fridge odors.
Top layer:
4 oz semi-sweet chocolate (2/3 c. semi-sweet chocolate chips) (REALLY USE SEMI-SWEET, even if you're a slave to milk chocolate when baking.)
2 T unsalted butter (Salted is good.)

Melt together.  When cool but still liquid, pour over other two layers.  Refrigerate at least one hour.



Enjoy!  Really - I think it's impossible not to.

(I told you I made a lot of substitutions:)

Monday, June 30, 2014

My mom's cuter than your mom.


on the left

on the right


on the right


Toldja.




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“You are blinded,” said Dumbledore, his voice rising now, the aura of power around him palpable, his eyes blazing once more, “by the love of the office you hold, Cornelius!  …You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!  …I tell you now - take the steps I have suggested and you will be remembered, in office or out, as one of the bravest and greatest Ministers of Magic we have ever known.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Matched, by Ally Condie

Okay, I have to talk about this book.  I'm missing book club this month and this is one of the main times I actually want to talk about the book I read!  So you, lucky readers, get to hear what I think.

SPOILER ALERT


Ok.
I know we're supposed to love Ky for Cassia, but I don't.
I'm totally rooting for Xander.
I just don't think she actually loves Ky!
She never even noticed him before they were "matched."  She's just wondering what would've happened and has become obsessed.  She's intrigued and horrified by his history, so of course she wants to know more.  She's fascinated by the skills he can teach her, like writing.  Her whole opinion of life in the society is changing because of her grandpa.  But because she's found someone who knows some bad things the government's done, she thinks they're supposed to be together...?
I'm sorry, but I don't buy it.
She's intrigued by him, which eventually causes some sort of infatuation, but it's not love.
She ends one chapter with this question: 
“Is falling in love with someone’s story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?”

The answer is no.  I love some people's stories, some couples' stories, some families' stories.  Does that mean I'm in love with all those people?  I hope not... That's a lot of people to be in love with.  I'm in love with Cinderella's story, but I am not in love with her.  

And besides, Cassia, you're not in love with Ky's story.  You're horrified by it.  You're curious about it.   You love that he trusts you with it.   It has made you question some of your previously not-thought-about beliefs, which has caused some soul searching.  But nothing in the book makes it sound like you're in love with it.  In fact, when I read that question, I thought, "What?  She's falling in love with his story?  First of all, what does that even mean?  Second of all, his story is terrible and sad!"

Cassia.  Get over it.  YOU HAVE A MATCH WHO IS AWESOME.  Stop trying to find someone else.  Your love story with Ky is not believable.  I'm open to changing my mind in the sequel, but you're going to have to be reaaaaaally convincing.

P.S. Xander, I don't think you're going to win, but I'm cheering for you.






Phew.  Thanks.  I needed to get that out there.





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“Okay…how’s this for a theory,” said Ron excitedly.  “Krum attacked Crouch - 
no, wait for it - and then Stunned himself!”
“And Mr. Crouch evaporated, did he?” said Hermione coldly.”
“Oh yeah…”
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Monday, May 19, 2014

LISTEN UP, WORLD.

This week is the last week of school.
For my older kids, the last class with me means English day.  They get to ask me whatever they want, and I get to impart some wisdom to them. :)  
Lately I've been having a lot of 5th-6th grade girls say things to me like, "Sra Johnson, you're so fun!  Sra Johnson, you're so pretty!  Sra Johnson, I love your clothes!"  So, as part of my wisdom passing this year, I wanted them to know that they can become anything they want to be and change anything they don't like about themselves.  That age is a hard time for most kids, and I hoped it would encourage them to know that I, the teacher who they look up to for her dressing and crowd-speaking skills, used to be like them.

So I told them about the middle school me.
I was soooooo shy.
I was often embarrassed.
Getting asked to stand up and do something in class made me feel sick.
I didn't dress like other girls.  I wore t-shirts and boy shorts, and for a long time my favorite thing to wear were long-sleeve button-up plaid shirts.  The boy kind, not the cute girl kind.  I thought it looked good.  WHY??
I didn't wear makeup or carry a purse or shave my legs until years after other girls did, partly because I was embarrassed of the idea of growing up.

Until I decided I didn't like being that way.
I didn't like feeling shy and embarrassed, so in seventh grade I started the process of changing that about myself.  I now make a living talking in front of groups of people.  
I didn't like feeling self-conscious about my clothes and hair, so I watched "What Not To Wear" and paid attention, and now I usually feel (and look) pretty good.  

Listen up, world, because this is important.
If there's something you don't love about yourself, YOU CAN CHANGE IT.

I told that to my classes today, and I hope one of those kids took it to heart because I love them and it is TRUE.
I also said, as I was looking directly into the eyes of the people I wanted most to hear me, "I want you to know that you are about 100,000% cooler than you think you are."


Do you know how heart-breaking it is to say that and then see a shy girl shake her head "no"?


It's devastating.


So I corrected myself.
"I don't mean cool popular.  Most of you probably have an accurate idea of how popular you are or are not.  When I was in middle school, I had friends, but I was not popular.  I also didn't think I was very cool.  Now, I think I'm awesome! and I'm not that different than when I was in middle school.  I was cooler then than I knew.
I mean cool awesome.
And let me tell you this - 
YOU ARE LIKABLE.
Just because there are people around you who don't like you, doesn't mean you're not likable.
You are."



Listen up, world, because this is true.
You are more awesome than you sometimes think you are.
You are likable.  You are lovable.  
You may not be popular.  There may be people around you in this part of your life who don't like you. That doesn't make you unlikable.

Do you know how encouraging it was to hear girls say, "You're like me!"?  It made me hope they remember today.
The last question came from a girl.  She doesn't wear makeup, she doesn't do much to her hair, she's not friends with many girls, and she dresses kind of like a boy.  Some of her boy friends (not boyfriends:) were teasing her as I was describing my middle school self because she's similar in many ways.

"When you were growing up, did you hang out with boys?"
"M, I hung out with boys until I got married."
And then she smiled.





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Harry told Hermione exactly what had happened after he had left the Gryffindor table the night before.  To his immense relief, Hermione accepted his story without question.  "Well, of course I knew you hadn’t entered yourself," she said when he’d finished telling her about the scene in the chamber off the Hall.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire