Lyla Reagan Fischer

It has been more than six weeks since I last posted. And while andbread has been silent, my life, over these last forty-odd days, has been anything but; a whirlwind of the new and the noisy. Just four days after my last post, my life was changed forever, as my husband and I welcomed a beautiful baby girl into the world. After nine months of anxiously waiting and 17.5 hours of labor, Lyla Reagan Fischer finally decided to make her grand entrance. Lyla was born on June 26th at 11:11 a.m. She weighed 6 pounds 10 ounces and measured 20 inches long.

For the last month-and-a-half, we have been adjusting to life with a newborn and loving every minute of it (well, almost every minute; the 3 A.M. feedings took some getting used to). I do have to admit that with Lyla here, there have been many nights that cooking has been the furthest thing from my mind. I have been able to whip up a few nice, homemade meals during nap time, but on those days when nap time just doesn't happen, I've been forced to find the easiest option which, quite often, has been sandwiches. I am proud to say though that I have yet to serve cereal for dinner (although give it time, I am sure it will happen).

This last weekend though was a very special weekend for our new, little family of three. Lyla was baptized and all of our family traveled great distances to be with us and celebrate as we welcomed Lyla into the Catholic Church.

It was a very special weekend and of course was worthy of a very special homemade meal. Our menu included slow cooked barbecue brisket (prepared by Adam), barbecue pork, roasted potatoes, fruit salad, green salad, broccoli salad, asian salad (yes there were a ton of salads!, but all very delicious), baked beans and vanilla cupcakes (recipe below). It took many hands and many hours to prepare all of this wonderful food, and it was the perfect way to celebrate an oh-so important moment in Lyla's life.

That evening as we all gathered to share the food together and support Lyla on her big day, I looked around the room at our wonderful family and felt my heart swell. This little girl of mine has no idea just how lucky she is; lucky to have a such a loving family that will support her, cheer her on, travel great distances for her and love her unconditionally and indefinitely. At six weeks old, she is already surrounded in love, with team of people standing behind her. 

So, my sweet, little Lyla, on this your baptism weekend, there are three things that I wish for you...

The first is faith. Faith in God that He will lead you and watch over you all of your life and that He will never abandon you. Faith in yourself, that you can accomplish anything and everything you will ever dream of and then some. Faith in your family, that we will always love you, always support you and always be here for you.

My second wish for you is knowledge. That you will have a constant and undying thirst for it. That you will always question and search for truth. And that when you cannot find your answers, that you will turn to God and rely on Him for wisdom.

And my final wish for you is love. That you will learn to love with your whole heart and without hesitation. That you will trust in the never-ending love that your parents have for you and fall on it during hard times. And that you, my baby girl, will one day have a child of your own and learn that there is a whole new level of love that you could have never even imagined existing.

Thank you to all of our family, especially Lyla's Godparents, for making her baptism weekend so wonderful. She truly is the luckiest little girl.

And as promised, the recipe for Lyla's Baptism Cupcakes (recipe from Allysa Torey, owner of Magnolia Bakery).

Vanilla Cupcakes

1 1/2 cups of self-rising flour

1 1/2 cups of all-purpose flour

1 cup of butter, softened

2 cups of sugar

4 eggs

1 cup of milk

1 teaspoon of vanilla extract

Start by creaming the butter until smooth. Then add the sugar and beat together. Add one egg at a time until you have added all 4 and beat the batter between each egg. Add the flours in three parts alternating with the milk and vanilla. Do not over beat the batter.

Bake the cupcakes at 350 degrees for 25 minutes.

Vanilla Buttercream

1 cup of butter, softened

6 cups of confectioners' sugar

1/2 cup of milk

2 teaspoons of vanilla extract

In a large bowl mix together the butter, 4 cups of sugar, the milk and vanilla. Beat until smooth. Gradually add additional sugar as need, but only one cup at a time. Beat until smooth and until the icing has reached the desired consistency.

Note: In this warm weather, the frosting melts very quickly as you can tell by the furthest cupcake on the right. As soon as you have frosted the cupcakes, get them into the refrigerator to avoid melting. I had intended to add pink "L's" to the top of the cupcakes, but with the heat did not want them to turn into big pink blobs. Next time.

A First Father's Day

Although our little princess has yet to arrive, my husband has already been a wonderful father for the past nine months.  Even though we have not had the opportunity to hold her in our arms, in so many ways, my husband has stepped up to the plate and dominated his new role as a Dad. From that moment on October 17th, when I told him I was pregnant, he has done nothing but care and provide for the two of us; both on our good days and on our bad days.

He has watched as his wife has morphed into this entirely different person (two people to be exact!), he has listened to my irrational fears and dealt with a roller coaster of emotions. He has given up his clothes and has accepted that I have claimed some of his favorites as my own, and has told me over and over again that I look amazing, even though I actually look more like a whale than a woman. From day one, he has attended numerous doctors appointments (in three different states!), read through multiple baby books, played the baby name game for weeks on end, come to accept the color pink (even on Steelers and Penguins clothes) and to date has participated in 14+ hours of baby classes.

He has never once complained about our change in menu or the lack of wine at dinner. He has dealt with my aches and pains, provided numerous foot massages and comforted me when I realized that I could no longer run. He has made at least seven round trips to USA Baby, given up multiple Saturdays to pick out cribs and rocking chairs and has helped to assemble an endless number of baby items. I watched his face light up as he felt our little girl kick for the very first time and the million times since then.

He held my hair back as I embarrassingly puked over the side of a boat in front of some 30 strangers and his entire immediate family on a snorkeling trip in Hawaii last January. He convinced his friends to change the location of their boys weekend so that he wouldn't be too far away from me and then drove back early Sunday morning to check on me when I wasn't feeling well. He consoled me in the lobby of his office building as I fell apart after one particularly awful doctor's appointment. He was then my rock and comfort for the next four days, casting aside his own uncertainty, as we restlessly waited for an ultrasound that would confirm or dissipate our worst fears. He promised me over and over again that all would be ok and held my hand until the doctor reassured us that our baby was perfectly healthy.

He has dealt with me waking him up numerous times during the night because I cannot seem to find a comfortable sleeping position, nor stay asleep for very long. In the last week, he has assuaged my anxiety and reassured me that she will come, eventually, and that I will not be pregnant forever. I know he will be my strength and sanity during labor and delivery and he is the only person in the entire world I want by my side during that time.

Although he has not had the opportunity to change any dirty diapers yet, deal with 3 a.m. feedings, or endlessly play peek-a-boo, he has already become an amazing father. So on Sunday, I wanted to try and express my appreciation for all that he has done and dealt with over the last nine months and everything I know he will do in the years to come. So Sunday had to include a gift that every Dad needs: a Weber grill; and a meal that every Dad wants: steaks, potato salad, grilled corn and Blackberry Buttermilk Cake.

After surprising him with his new grill, he was put in charge of the steaks while I worked on the Blackberry cake.

I found the recipe for this cake in Bon Appetit's latest magazine which also happens to be their grilling edition (perfect for Adam's new Father's Day gift!). I started off by preparing a springform pan by lining it with parchment paper that I cut into a circle and greasing and flouring it. I've used this parchment paper technique in the past with other cakes, and it always works well. Afterwards, I lined the bottom of the pan with fresh blackberries and sprinkled them with a layer of sugar.

In a separate bowl, I sifted together 2 1/2 cups of flour, 1/2 teaspoons of baking powder, 3/4 teaspoon of salt, and 1/2 teaspoon of baking soda.

In another bowl, I beat together 3/4 cup of room temperature butter and 1 3/4 cups of sugar. I continued to beat these items together until the mixture became a pale yellow color. I then incorporated 3 eggs, 2 teaspoons of vanilla and the zest of one orange.

After all of these ingredients had been fully mixed together, I alternately added in my flour mixture and 1 cup of buttermilk.

I then poured my batter over the blackberries and cooked the cake for an hour and twenty-five minutes in a 350 degree oven.

Once the cake had completely cooled, I removed it from the pan and dusted it with powdered sugar.

Meanwhile, Adam had been grilling up a storm with the steaks and the corn. I quickly prepared a light potato salad with a dijon and rosemary sauce. We then celebrated both our dads and all the other great dads and dads-to-be out there.

Now we are just waiting for our little princess to arrive. Happy Father's day to all the dads out there. And Adam, I cannot wait to see you with our baby girl. One day to go; I hope!

Stocking the Freezer - 7 days and counting!

Maternity leave is a wonderful thing. It gives you the time you need to make sure you are fully prepared for the soon-to-arrive bundle of joy; to wash every onesie, burp cloth and blanket; to fold them and organize them in their appropriate drawers; to take them back out, fold them a second time, and place them in a very similar, but strangely better spot. (I may or may not have done this several times already.) It allows you to assemble the stroller, hang some wall-hangings, and install the car seat, and that extra seat-base for the second car. Then, it affords the (probably unnecessary) opportunity to go back the next day and do it all over again, just in case. It lets you take your husband back to USA Baby for the umpteenth time, pick up that rocking chair (the last item for the nursery!), put it together and give it a few test rocks - just to make sure it's comfy and rocky and ready for our little bambino.  It is my last chance to do those last few things. And so, I have cleaned our condo from top to bottom, packed my hospital bag, read every baby book I own multiple times, organized the endless pile of diapers (that will somehow only manage to last us a week), set up the nursery and the bassinet, and assembled every swing, play gym and bouncer we own or ever could own. Oh, and I picked out a birth announcement.

But as of today I am 39 weeks pregnant, and I find myself restless and quickly running out of patience (not to mention clothes that fit - my poor husband has had to hand over his Notre Dame lacrosse shorts and multiple, mostly Steelers t-shirts because I refuse to buy any more maternity clothes this late in the game). So despite all of the wonderfulness, my maternity leave has also given me far too much time to sit around and over-analyze each and every slight pain, ache or never-felt-before sensation. With each one, I freeze, hoping that the time has finally come. I stare at the clock begging my body to do it again. Of course, nothing ever happens. My contractions are irregular and for the most part painless (although often times uncomfortable) and I find myself quickly realizing that yes, I will, in fact, be pregnant forever.

So today, one week out from my due date, I knew that I had to find something to keep my hands busy and my mind distracted. With every item on the baby checklist complete, the only thing left to do was stock the freezer. I know that whenever this baby finally decides to grace us with her presence, that we will be overjoyed and madly in love. But I also know that we will quickly become overwhelmed and beyond sleep deprived. (Insanely happy? Of course. Insanely sleepy? Uh, that too). I am sure on most days, the last thing I will have the time or energy to do will be to cook dinner. So in anticipation of the inevitable, and the need to just do absolutely anything before I lose my mind waiting for this sweet (though apparently stubborn) baby girl, I am going to make and freeze several meals over the course of the next week that can be easily reheated on a moment's notice. So for starters, the freezer's menu will include: Chicken and Vegetable Casserole, Minestrone, banana bread and/or muffins (at Adam's request) and today's dish: Spinach and Meat Lasagna.

Start off by boiling a large pot of water. Once the water comes to a rapid boil, add a touch of salt and 12 sheets of lasagna, and then bring back to a boil. Cook for approximately 8 minutes or until noodles are al dente. Meanwhile, brown 1 lb of ground beef over medium heat.

Once the meat is cooked, drain the excess grease and return to the burner. I happened to have leftover spicy Italian sausage from a meal earlier in the week, so I chopped it up and added it to my beef. Next, add a cup or so of homemade or store bought pasta sauce, a bit of pepper, onion powder and basil.

In a large bowl combine 15 ounces of ricotta cheese, 5 oz of shredded parmesan cheese, 2 eggs (beaten), and 10 ounces of chopped spinach.

Once the lasagna noodles are cooked, drain the pot and lay the noodles out so that they do not stick together and end up tearing.

In the bottom of a large lasagna pan (such as the one shown below by Mario Batali!) spread about 1/2 cup of your pasta sauce.

Layer 4 sheets of pasta, slightly over lapping. 

Next spread half of the ricotta and spinach mixture over the noodles until completely covered.

On top of the cheese mixture, spread 1/2 of the meat mixture.

Repeat the last 3 steps. Finally cover the entire dish with the remaining pasta sauce.

Cook for approximately 45 minutes at 375 degrees. Once the lasagna was completely cooled, I covered it and put it in the freezer for an easy to heat up meal once the baby arrives! Before serving, I will obviously be reheating it, but also adding plenty of mozzarella cheese and freshly chopped basil to the top. Cannot wait!

Adam had to have a piece before it went into the freezer.

Oh and just a word to the wise to any doctors out there: if you are going to tell an extremely pregnant woman at her 38 week appointment that her baby will be arriving "soon" you better mean within the next week or so, otherwise, you are just plain mean. Anytime between now and the Fourth of July is not considered to be "soon." Seven days (hopefully!) and counting and cannot wait!

Is it Spring Yet?

When my husband was applying for jobs, I told him that I would go anywhere he wanted as long as it was south of our current location which at that time was South Bend, IN. Somehow he managed to accept a job in one of the only major cities north of South Bend - Milwaukee. He promised me though and stated over and over again, that the weather would be no worse, no colder and if I am not mistaken I believe he said we would experience less snow in Milwaukee than we had in past years in South Bend. I did not believe him.

Today is May 4th. We are a full month and a half into "spring," yet I wore my winter coat to work this morning and it snowed two whole days last week. When I check the forecast each morning, I find myself getting overly excited for temperatures in the 50's and not surprised at all when the high is only 42. I often point out to my husband that South Bend is consistently 10 degrees warmer than Milwaukee. Now don't get me wrong, Milwaukee is a far better city than South Bend. There is much more to do, wonderful restaurants to try out, apparently some great beers (50 more days and I can confirm that for myself!) and not a week goes by that someone doesn't tells me how amazing the summers are here. Yet somehow I find myself constantly asking "is it spring yet?"

Last week as the rain continued to fall and I was still wearing my winter sweaters I decided the only way to encourage spring to come was to start acting like it had already arrived - make a meal worthy of a beautiful spring day: beef tenderloin with mushrooms, fingerling potatoes, and a delicious carrot cake.

Beef Tenderloin:
Beef tenderloin is such a great cut of meat that you really should not have to do too much to it. I simply coated it with a bit of olive oil, and sprinkled it with rosemary, thyme, salt and pepper.

I cooked the meat at 450 degrees until it reached an internal temperature of 140 degrees. I allowed it to rest for 10 minutes before cutting into it.

Before serving the beef, I made a simple mushroom gravy by heating olive oil in a large skillet. Once warmed, I added a bit of thyme and a whole package of mushrooms and allowed the mushrooms to become tender. I then added about 1/2 cup of chicken broth as well as 1/2 cup of white wine. After bringing the gravy to a boil, I simmered the sauce until it began to reduce. From there I added a bit of corn starch mixed with water to work as a thickening agent.

Roasted Fingerling Potatoes:
This is perhaps the easiest way to make potatoes and the results are amazing. It only took 3 simples steps to prepare: drizzle the potatoes with olive oil, season with rosemary, salt and pepper, bake until fully roasted.

Serve along side of the beef with mushroom gravy.

Carrot Cake:
Now as wonderful and as simple to make as that meal was, the true spring item of the night was the carrot cake. Of course, requested by my husband, this cake was moist and light and with each bite brought spring a little bit closer to Milwaukee. Here is out how you make it:

Start by greasing and flouring two round cake pans.

In a large bowl combine 1 1/2 cups of flour, 1 cup of sugar, 1 1/2 teaspoons of baking soda, 1 teaspoon of baking powder, 1 teaspoon of cinnamon, 1/2 teaspoon of ground cloves, 1/2 teaspoon of ground nutmeg, 1/2 teaspoon of allspice and 1/2 teaspoon of salt. Whisk all ingredients together in a large bowl.

Whisk together 3 large eggs at room temperature and 2/3 cup of vegetable oil.

Add the liquid mixture to the flour mixture until just combined.

Next, grate 1 and a 1/2 cups of carrots. For me this took approximately 5 carrots, but depending on the size you could need a few more or less.

Lastly, mix in the shredded carrots and 1/2 cup of crushed pineapple. The crushed pineapple adds a little extra moisture and keeps the cake fresh for longer.

Stir the batter until combined and then scrape even amounts into each cake pan.

Bake at 350 degrees for approximately 25 minutes or until golden brown.

Allow the cakes to cool for awhile before removing from the pans. Otherwise you risk breaking or cracking. While the cakes cool, make a simple cream cheese frosting. Start by beating together 8 ounces of cold cream cheese, 5 tablespoons of softened butter and 2 teaspoons of vanilla in a bowl.

Slowly, and only a little bit at a time, add confectioners' sugar until you have reached your desired consistency. Sprinkle with a bit of cinnamon and stir until combined.

Once your cakes are cooled, you can begin the assembly process. Take your time assembling the cake. Rushing through this process can cause broken pieces of cake in your icing. Simple place your first cake on a cake stand. Slowly spread a portion of the icing outwards. Try not to go back and forth over the same area.

Once the bottom layer is complete, gently place the second cake on top and repeat the icing process. Once the cake is fully covered, coarsely chop about a cup of walnuts and lightly press them along the edge of the cake.

Spring may be a bit delayed this year, but in the meantime we can at least enjoy a meal worthy of a beautiful spring day. Although I will probably continue to ask and wonder if it is spring yet (or if it will ever arrive), I am happy to know that with each passing day we are getting closer and closer to summer. And this summer will bring me the greatest gift of all - Baby Fischer! I hope she likes carrot cake.