I did not get a picture of this, but I will try to get pictures of the others.
First let me say that I am a self-taught southern cook. We live in the deep south and I have spent years teaching myself to cook. Trial and error.
Ham pot pie is essentially chicken pot pie just change the meat and the cream style soup flavor and you can any kind of pot pie. We also do turkey, beef and sometimes just veggie.
This is how we are using up our leftover holiday ham.
1 cup cubed ham (cooked)
1 can cream of celery soup
1 can or cup of mixed veggies (frozen makes it a little more soupy) precook fresh
dash salt and pepper
1 refrigerated pie crust
Mix ham, soup and veggies in bowl. Add salt and pepper. Put in deep dish pie plate or round casserole. Cover top with pie crust, cut two slits for steam. Cook 350 until crust is golden brown.
That's it. You could use two crusts one for top and bottom, however that makes it more expensive.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Here is my first ever Menu Plan Monday..
We plan evening meals but not breakfast or lunch - they just happen. I find that it helps to plan out the evening meal because if I wait till 4 in the afternoon to think about it, I will just give in and order pizza or just serve cereal. This gives me direction for the day.
Monday
Ham pot pie with salad and Pistachio pudding
Tuesday
Stuffed Cabbage in the crock pot, cupcakes
Wednesday
New Years Eve Breakfast for dinner
Thursday
Oven fried pork chops, black eye peas, cabbage, cornbread and carrot cake
Friday
Little league beef stew, cornbread and carrot cake
I will be adding the recipes as we go along in the week.
Thanks for visiting.
Click here to visit Organizing Junkie for her Menu plan Monday post.
Christmas Wrap up
We had a great Christmas this year. I had been under the weather but managed to rally myself to enjoy the season.. nothing like a pre-Christmas visit to the ENT.
We managed to have only four family gatherings to attend this year. By the time Saturday rolled around we were tired of the traditional holiday meal. So, when we had our holiday celebration dinner Saturday night with close friends we ordered pizza.
We enjoyed so much about this year. I would say that it might be one of our best. It was nice to catch up with old friends and family that we hadn't seen in awhile. DH was home for 5 whole days and that was awesome.
We managed to have only four family gatherings to attend this year. By the time Saturday rolled around we were tired of the traditional holiday meal. So, when we had our holiday celebration dinner Saturday night with close friends we ordered pizza.
We enjoyed so much about this year. I would say that it might be one of our best. It was nice to catch up with old friends and family that we hadn't seen in awhile. DH was home for 5 whole days and that was awesome.
To round out the weekend, we went to the local drive in
to see Marley and Me. I will warn you right now that soft hearted people and small kids will be terribly upset at the end. We were caught off guard and floored. Everything we had read said it was a "family movie" great for the holidays.... let's just say that I was glad we did not see it on Christmas day, because we needed several tissues and a frank discussion about what happens when an animal is too sick to be saved. Even though, DD said that she still liked it and wanted to own it when it comes out.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Our Story...
My daughter has been diagnosed with moderate to severe dyslexia. This is our story:
We really didn't recognize the signs at first. There was a small speech impediment, but therapy cleared that up in just six months. And we were on our way to preschool. The real problems began in preschool. She never really got the ABC's down, but I thought nothing of it, but when she started writing her name in mirror image, I had an inkling that there might be something there that was wrong.
Kindergarten was a NIGHTMARE.
Long story short, we had a teacher who was GREEN and didn't know much about learning disabilities. It became my job to educate her and educate my child at the same time. I became a fighter, my daughter's best advocate. They hated to see me coming. After several months trying things their way, they decided that all they really needed to do was to hold her back one more year and that would fix it. Of course, I said "Umm, no I don't think that will work." They were flabbergasted that I did not agree. In fact every time I saw the principal she reminded me that it was my choice to retain her, but it was in her best interest. Finally, when it became very obvious that the system was being close minded and would not even consider testing her for THREE years, I said goodbye - we became Kindergarten drop-outs.
Many hours I spent educating myself. Devouring book after book, article after article, searching the internet, talking to doctors, foundations for learning disabilities one thing after another. Finally, a year later I heard about the Scottish Rite Foundation. They test children for Dyslexia for free. I found our local chapter in Birmingham and scheduled a test. I felt I knew what the results would be, but not the severity.
What I felt that day was strangely relief. The rest of my family felt fear. I was relieved. I questioned what I was thinking... How could anyone be relieved that their child has a severe learning disability? What was wrong with me?? Then I realized that the relief came from the fact that I knew what was wrong, it was something that I could attack, something we could work around. It was not the end of the world. Many, many other mothers would gladly trade disabilities with me.
I thanked God for dyslexia.
Yes, I thanked God. Why? Well, because he made me with a purpose and this is my purpose. I am her mother, to be her teacher. I am her mother to be her protector, her advocate, her champion, her cheerleader. God had given me a job. The most important one next to raising her, it was to teach her.
My next obstacle was finding someone to help me teach her. She needed professional help, someone trained to do what I was not and the person who will teach me to teach her. Again, I searched. Asked everyone I knew, the former teacher in Bible study, the friendly lady on a field trip, even going so far as to search out the tutor businesses in the phone book. This process also took a year, we prayed for our tutor/therapist and then we prayed some more. God answered our prayers, we found our teacher, our mentor, the person to lead us down the road.... and while the road is not always straight or even yellow brick, it is a path that many others have trod before us and sadly many more behind us.
I hope to encourage just one person, or help someone find the help they need by telling our story.
And that is why we face each day with Courage, Confidence and Character.
We really didn't recognize the signs at first. There was a small speech impediment, but therapy cleared that up in just six months. And we were on our way to preschool. The real problems began in preschool. She never really got the ABC's down, but I thought nothing of it, but when she started writing her name in mirror image, I had an inkling that there might be something there that was wrong.
Kindergarten was a NIGHTMARE.
Long story short, we had a teacher who was GREEN and didn't know much about learning disabilities. It became my job to educate her and educate my child at the same time. I became a fighter, my daughter's best advocate. They hated to see me coming. After several months trying things their way, they decided that all they really needed to do was to hold her back one more year and that would fix it. Of course, I said "Umm, no I don't think that will work." They were flabbergasted that I did not agree. In fact every time I saw the principal she reminded me that it was my choice to retain her, but it was in her best interest. Finally, when it became very obvious that the system was being close minded and would not even consider testing her for THREE years, I said goodbye - we became Kindergarten drop-outs.
Many hours I spent educating myself. Devouring book after book, article after article, searching the internet, talking to doctors, foundations for learning disabilities one thing after another. Finally, a year later I heard about the Scottish Rite Foundation. They test children for Dyslexia for free. I found our local chapter in Birmingham and scheduled a test. I felt I knew what the results would be, but not the severity.
What I felt that day was strangely relief. The rest of my family felt fear. I was relieved. I questioned what I was thinking... How could anyone be relieved that their child has a severe learning disability? What was wrong with me?? Then I realized that the relief came from the fact that I knew what was wrong, it was something that I could attack, something we could work around. It was not the end of the world. Many, many other mothers would gladly trade disabilities with me.
I thanked God for dyslexia.
Yes, I thanked God. Why? Well, because he made me with a purpose and this is my purpose. I am her mother, to be her teacher. I am her mother to be her protector, her advocate, her champion, her cheerleader. God had given me a job. The most important one next to raising her, it was to teach her.
My next obstacle was finding someone to help me teach her. She needed professional help, someone trained to do what I was not and the person who will teach me to teach her. Again, I searched. Asked everyone I knew, the former teacher in Bible study, the friendly lady on a field trip, even going so far as to search out the tutor businesses in the phone book. This process also took a year, we prayed for our tutor/therapist and then we prayed some more. God answered our prayers, we found our teacher, our mentor, the person to lead us down the road.... and while the road is not always straight or even yellow brick, it is a path that many others have trod before us and sadly many more behind us.
I hope to encourage just one person, or help someone find the help they need by telling our story.
And that is why we face each day with Courage, Confidence and Character.
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