Staycation Around the Globe

This weekend we emerged ourselves in nature and culture without even leaving city limits. A pal of mine suggested taking a camping trip this weekend since the cold is creeping in and our camping days are numbered. Sounded like a fine idea to me since she suggested Ceraland, a delightful little place just on the outskirts of Columbus with campsites, mini golf, playgrounds, a little lake and a gun range. What more could a girl want?
Since The Hubs and I were bestowed a giant camper trailer from his benevolent father, we don't really go camping anymore so much as campering. When we were first married we'd take camping trips hundreds of miles into the Smoky Mountains with nothing but our tent, some freeze-dried food and one sleeping bag strapped to the back of our motorcycle. We were regular bad-As. (Although it only took one night of below freezing temperatures to teach us that one sleeping bag is not so much romantic as it is impractical for two grown adults.)
But now with Sweet Potato and BeeBop we just don't have the cajones to rough it like we used to. We need indoor plumbing and a fridge in order to enjoy nature.
The Hubs is in a softball league that plays on Thursday nights at Ceraland anyway, so we decided to start our camping adventure on Thursday. I got mega bonus points for keeping the girls because he had a 9 o'clock game, which meant I was solely responsible for bedtime...with both children...in a camper. Double bonus points were awarded. All I can assume is that a talent scout was there searching for the next middle-aged beer bellied softball star to sweep up to the big leagues, and so I bid The Hubs good luck and bravely faced bed time alone. He stumbled in the camper well after 10:30, and lamented his choice of sliding into third base. I helped doctor his skinned knees and went to bed.
The next day The Hubs got all gussied up and went into work while the girls and I enjoyed a lovely breakfast gazing out over the hazy lake. I have to admit that waking up to the quiet songs of the morning in the woods was a nice change from my cranky alarm clock. Once we were fed and dressed we headed into town for some mundane errands. The Hubs couldn't understand why I wouldn't just stay out at the campground with the girls all day, but library books don't return themselves and I really had ulterior motives.
For those who are unfamiliar, Ethnic Expo is one of the most magical street fairs to ever befall a town. It is two city blocks of food tents represented by nationalities from around the globe. I wasn't about to forage in the woods rifle through the camper pantry for food when there was an international smorgasbord downtown. So I nonchalantly suggested that while I was in town taking care of things, we should hit up the expo.
Oh. My. Lanta.
On a typical weekday, these forgotten roads at the far end of downtown are barren and quiet. On the first day of Ethnic Expo they are electric. Smoke pillars waft above tent after tent of foreign deliciousness. It's meat sticks and fried delicacies galore. There are also some interesting choices, such as the sweaty chicken Vietnam was peddling.

I passed, since I can get spring rolls and sweaty chicken at China Buffet all year. Our personal favorite is always Pakistan. We take the obligatory stroll past all the countries, but our hearts will always belong to Pakistan. When we ordered the Mega Platter, the guy looked up and said "Hey I think I remember you guys from last year." When we requested our samosa smothered in tamarind sauce he confirmed our identities. "You know your Paki food!" he told us and gave us free halva for being such loyal customers.
We sampled other fares. The pirogi from Poland was tasty as were the fried plantains from Ghana.

Sadly our food disappeared down our piggy gullets so fast there was barely time to snap a quick pic of the plantains before they too vanished. But ahhh I'm still drooling over that Pakistani food porn.
We headed back to the camper after lunch, and spent the afternoon fishing on the lake and playing at the playground that had a RAINBOW SLIDE!!! Sweet Potato almost pulled a muscle when she spotted said slide on the way into the campground. Once we got to the playground she barely mustered the courage to slide down the rainbow tunnel once before she decided it wasn't worth the risk of certain death and resigned herself to the Yogi Bear teeter totter.
The next day after a hearty campfire breakfast, we headed back into town for the Ethnic Expo parade. BeeBop had just fallen asleep when we arrived and was less than thrilled to be woken up for such trivial things as parades. But Sweet Potato was pretty jazzed, especially once she found out they throw candy. The entire parade she stood up and waved as sweet treats rained down. She filled her entire camper chair sleeve with loot and shoveled Sweet Tarts and Double Bubble in her mouth faster than we could confiscate it. She saw Brazilian dancers, and Shriners and clowns and even got to snuggle the State Farm Bear.

As we were leaving we asked if she had a good time, and through a mouthful of Laffy Taffy she replied, "Yeah, but that bear didn't even give me any candy." I think we'll be switching insurance providers. If you were really a good neighbor you'd give the kid a pack of mini M&Ms.
After round two of Ethnic Expo we headed back to the campsite to enjoy the great outdoors just a bit more before we packed it up and came back to our city life.
It was a perfect little nature-filled getaway and a welcomed distraction from our everyday routine. We were out on the lake in the middle of the woods, but we were close enough to home that I could grab the jalapeno mustard and hot dog buns I left on the counter. It was almost like sleeping in the guest room of your own home. You're not in your bed, so it's like a vacation. But you can still use your own toilet if you want to. And with two little tykes in tow, getting away without being away is sometimes the best way to vacation.

Insomnia + Overnight Breakfast Recipes = The Beginning of a Blog

Rather than answering all the incessant calls and emails from my adoring fans (a.k.a. my Nana), I've decided to start a blog to let everyone in on the mind-blowing happenings that go on around here.
I'm quite new to this whole blogging on the interwebs bit, but I was quite inspired by my good friend and fellow mom/writer/blogosphere superstar Nicole Wiltrout of Arrows Sent Forth.
Nicole and I met through the local moms club. I would put the official name of the club, but it requires a special "r" circle trademark thingy, and frankly I don't have time for that crap. But let's just call it the Club.
The Club is comprised of mostly stay-at-home-moms, and while we rationalize to ourselves that we meet for playgroups and what not to socialize our children, it's mostly an excuse to have coffee and tour firestations with other adults.
This week we're having our annual baby shower/community service project. Our club had a baby boom last year with almost every single member getting preggers (most of them with different fathers!), and it's extended into this year as well. Since most of us are on our second or third offspring and it ain't exactly our first rodeo, we don't really need any baby gear. But since we can't really resist the excuse to have muffins and play shower games, we decided to throw a party to honor all the preggo mamas anyway. We still get to shop for adorable baby gifts, but we donate all of them to the local Pregnancy Care center. We get brunch, and they get the loot. It's a win-win.
As a writer I am a procrastinator by nature, so naturally I planned way way ahead for this and decided at 10 p.m. that I'd better think of some sort of brunchy snack to contribute for tomorrow's 10 a.m. soiree. Since grocery store runs are virtually impossible at this hour, and the kitchen needs to be relatively quiet so as not to wake the bears, I scoured Pinterest looking for some easy overnight brunch recipes, and here's what I found.
tgipaleo has a lovely recipe for overnight apple breakfast cobbler in the crock-pot. I used her basic recipe, and just made do with what I had on hand. I only had three apples and no coconut milk so I improvised.

My version:
3 apples, cored and sliced
1T coconut oil
3/4 cup golden raisins
1/2 cup apple cider
splash of vanilla
splash of almond extract
1/2 T brown sugar

Coat the bottom of the pot with the coconut oil. Toss the rest of the ingredients together in a bowl then throw it in the crock pot on low overnight. I actually started mine on high because I lack faith in the low settings of crock pots, but after an hour or so of bubbling I decided to kick it down to low and go to bed. I think this would be super stellar served over oatmeal.

Once the apples were going, I decided that my piddly portion of fruit wouldn't be enough in the morning, so I thought I'd try to concoct a savory overnight dish. Do not confuse me for an overachiever. What it really boils down to is that I rarely eat something sweet without wanting a salty chaser. Then I usually want a sweet chaser, followed by a salty chaser. The vicious cycle is why my skinny jeans are on strike.

A few nights ago we had stove top sausage and potatoes, so I wondered if it would work in the crock pot.

I found these amazing little sausages at Aldi that make delish breakfast links. I just threw a pack of those in with four or five red potatoes, a yellow onion, a generous dash of pepper and some Jane's Crazy Mixed up Salt. Put that puppy on high for the first hour or so, and then cranked it down to low and went to bed. I'm sure you could leave it on low the whole time, but again...trust issues with crock pots. It's my own cross to bear. If you are at peace with your crock pot settings, don't let my insecurities hamper your relationship.