To Lavender, with Love

Welcome to the world of lavender beverages! I’m about to introduce you to a beautiful recipe. It’s really just a basic latte, but my purpose of this entire blog post is to introduce you to a new and unexpected flavor in your coffee or tea.


I cheated a little on this picture. See the vivid color in the background? Do you feel the warmth? It’s reminiscent of a time in the summer when I used to frolic barefoot in majestic green grassy meadows. I had the foresight to photograph my brand new gorgeous bottle of transparent violet-colored lavender syrup in this warm, lush setting back in June.

As opposed to this…


I’m just kidding. I’m actually loving winter. And on the plus side, there are no mosquitoes in the second picture.

I bought my lavender syrup online, and now that I have it, I add it to hot black tea with a touch of milk, hot or iced tea lattes, iced coffees… One day a stroke of genius hit me and I added a scoop of Blue Bell vanilla ice cream to my lavender iced coffee and stirred it up until it was the texture of a hand-stirred milkshake. Sweet rapture! Opera music played in my head when I tasted it.  If you don’t live in a state that sells Blue Bell ice cream… my sympathies.

I could go on and on with the recipe possibilities and have a lavender Bubba Gump moment- lavender oatmeal, pound cake with lavender glaze, lavender martini…

But, I should focus and get back to the coffee conversation. I’m going to back up to the moment I had my first taste of lavender in a hot beverage.

One of my absolute best friends in the world, Sharon, was visiting from Israel. We walked from her parents’ house in Altadena, California, around the corner to a little coffee house called Lavender & Honey. I ordered a lavender breve and I fell in love with the lovely, florally flavor that works beautifully with coffee.

I drank my lavender breve in the company of my sweet friend that lives halfway around the world. Every subsequent visit by myself to Lavender & Honey resulted in a photo texted to Sharoni so she would know I was at our spot and I was thinking about her. Lavender & Honey quickly became my favorite coffee house. (Their honey bee latte is delicious, too.)

Now that I live in Oklahoma and my trips to Lavender & Honey will be limited to a few times a year, I’ve had to learn how to fend for myself.  Deep breaths. My Nespresso machine and I will get through this together.

This is how I make the lavender breve.

I brew a shot or two of espresso. I adore my Nespresso machine. It’s so easy to use and so is the clean-up.

I add a conservative splash or a liberal pour of that special lavender syrup. You can add it before or after the milk. I don’t think it matters, but I like to stir it in so it doesn’t just sink to the bottom.

Wait, you don’t have dried flowers laying on the counter when you’re making coffee? You’re weird.

I steam some milk in my milk frother. A breve uses half & half, so that’s what I’m using here, but you can use any kind of milk.

Pour the milk in and spoon some of the luscious foam on top.

And, voila, it’s gorgeous. I really think you’ll love this.

Look! I’m using the mug from Lavender & Honey that I bought myself as a little farewell present when I was moving away from L.A.

Would it be obnoxious for me to mention a book that goes great with a cup of coffee… or tea…?

So, order your lavender syrup and begin your love affair with floral beverages. Rose syrup is lovely, too, but that’s a whole other story!



Winter Weekend

Oklahoma weather is crazy. It totally fluctuates. Two days ago, it was sixty-six degrees and I went for a nice morning lake walk. It was breezy, yet very mild, and I actually thought about how fun it will be to get in that lake again! Meanwhile, mist hung over Skiatook Lake to the west and dark clouds loomed in the distance to the south.

By lunchtime, it was pouring rain.

The doorbell rang, and look who was hoping to come in for a visit.

Just kidding, we don’t even have a doorbell. But I did open my garage door so my neighbor’s chickens could take refuge in there.

When John, the kids and I woke up the next day, it was turning into a winter wonderland.

To Isabel and Brady’s pure delight, we played in the snow…

We also had fun off-roading around in it…

I had a blast walking around looking for beautiful shots.

The chickens weren’t so sure about the snow.

In fact, Isabel successfully removed one of the chickens who was hiding in the wheel well of John’s truck without getting flogged or clawed.

Friday morning I had gone to Walmart and filled my cart up with provisions like a blizzard was coming (not just one day of snow), including a storm radio as encouraged by my mom. Thank you, national news stations, for sufficiently worrying my mother in California every time we’re about to embark on some kind of extreme weather in Oklahoma.

Anticipating a wintery weekend nestled in our cottage in the woods, I knew I wanted to make a giant pot of something cozy and hot. Even when we lived in California, our Womack rainy day go-to recipe has always been chili and cornbread, but to my husband’s suggestion, and I always do what my husband suggests (that’s a joke), I made hamburger soup.

I didn’t take photos of the cooking process. I just spontaneously thought to add this recipe to my already spontaneous blog post. But, here is the recipe. It’s hearty, yet healthy. The broth is silky, rich and flavorful, and the soup is chockful of meat and vegetables. It’s a meal in itself, however, John, Isabel, and Brady enjoyed it with a wedge of cornbread. I sprinkled my soup with a bit of grated cheddar cheese.

When I take the time to make soup or chili I like to make a humongous batch (there was barely room in the pot to stir it once I finished adding everything!), and freeze half of it for a busy weekday when I go searching in the freezer for a fast meal. Make sure you let the soup cool before putting it in a plastic container and into the freezer. You can store soups in the freezer for three months and broths for six months. I like to write on the label the date that we need to eat it by.

Here is the recipe. All of these measurements are just suggestions.


1/2 onion, diced

a few cloves of garlic, minced

3 stalks celery, sliced

1 lb. ground turkey

1 lb. extra-lean ground beef

a few tablespoons tomato paste

10 oz. can crushed tomatoes

10 oz. can Rotel tomatoes (or just use another can of crushed tomatoes, but the Rotel has green chilies in it and it adds nice flavor)

a teaspoon or so of Italian seasoning

salt and pepper

2 32 oz. containers beef broth (I like using the low-sodium kind)

6 carrots, sliced

2 large potatoes, diced (I like a large dice so they don’t get too soft and they hold their form)

1 package frozen green beans

1 package frozen corn


1. Sweat the onions and celery in a little bit of olive oil. Season with salt and pepper.

2. Add the garlic and cook for about a minute. Remove the onion mixture from the pan and put to the side for now.

3. Brown the ground turkey and ground beef, breaking into pieces with your spoon. I season this layer with salt and pepper, as well.

4. Add tomato paste, crushed tomatoes and rotel, italian seasoning, beef broth, potatoes, and carrots. Stir.

5. Bring to a boil, and then lower to a simmer until the carrots are the desired tenderness.

6. Add frozen green beans and corn, as well as the onion mixture. They frozen vegetables will need just need a few minutes to heat through.

Cozy up and enjoy! And no, I didn’t eat this outside. It was too cold! That’s totally staged. But, doesn’t it look picturesque?

My winter weekend story isn’t completely over yet. Today, our beautiful winter wonderland gradually melted away.

By this afternoon, there was no more snow on the logs…

Or on the rocks…

The only evidence of snow is the puddles and mud that it left behind.

To Isabel and Brady’s dismay, they’ll have to wait until next time to take a snow day from school!


Autumn Sangria

The leaves in Oklahoma are brilliant hues of mustard, caramel, tangerine, and lime.

It’s time for fires in the fireplace and scarves around our necks.

As the landscape and temperature change, so does my palate. Isn’t it funny how the changing of the season imparts an inherent desire for certain flavors? For me, fall conjures up images of spicy cinnamon and nutmeg,  crisp, cidery apples and beautiful ruby red pomegranate jewels!

Last week I went to my friend Amy’s house for “TV Night”.  This summer a handful of us lovely and rambunctious ladies met once a week to watch Bachelor in Paradise.  Since ABC is torturing us until January to air another season of the Bachelor franchise, we’ve decided to meet anyway because we can’t wait that long for an excuse to indulge in wine, cheese platters, and girl talk. We watched Bridesmaids. I had forgotten how hilarious that movie is! I took a big ‘ol batch of my autumn sangria.

I love a good cocktail that you can make a big batch of that guests can easily pour for themselves. Several Halloweens ago, I decided to take a classic crowd-pleaser and enhance it with the festive flavors of fall, and thus, my autumn sangria was born!!! It began very simply with red wine, apple cider and an apple slice in each glass and has evolved from there. So, take this recipe and keep it simple or embellish it!

Here’s how I made it this time…

A bottle of red wine. I used merlot.

Huh. Well, that doesn’t seem like nearly enough wine. Looks a little lame in this giant jar. We need another bottle.

Look. Even the wine opener is happy about this decision. It’s saying Hooray!

That’s better. I definitely recommend doubling the recipe if you’re making it for a crowd. Now for the apple cider. My absolute favorite is the spiced cider from Trader Joe’s. It’s already loaded with holiday flavor.

This measurement is really according to personal taste. I like my autumn sangria really appley, so I use at least a 1:2 ratio of apple cider to wine. Be cognizant of how sweet you want it.

In a pinch, you could stop there and be very happy.  But if you have the initiative, dice some apples.

A moment of keeping it real. Pouring wine and apple cider with one hand while operating a camera with the other is messy work.

Alright, dice those apples and let’s turn this into sangria!

If you have a few extra minutes for this next step, it’s a fun addition.  I just adore pomegranates. They are my favorite fall/winter fruit.

There are many different techniques for getting those beautiful little jewels out of the flesh- cutting it in half and whacking the peel with a wooden spoon, setting it in a bowl of water and allowing the arils to float to the surface… I, myself, like to put my fine motor skills to work here. I cut the pomegranate in half, score it with a knife in four places…

loosen those sections…

and gently separate the arils from the white membrane.

I find it oddly satisfying, like popping plastic packing bubbles. Add the apples and pomegranate to the sangria.

Beauteous. A note for later when you’re serving the sangria- the apples will stay afloat while the pomegranate arils will sink to the bottom. Do what you have to do for a perfectly balanced glass of fruited sangria!

Add a generous (or conservative) sprinkle of ground cinnamon, nutmeg (a little goes a long way) and ginger.

Stir, chill, and ladle yourself a glass! Not necessarily in that order.  Sometimes I like to add a splash of club soda upon serving for a little effervescence.

Doesn’t that just embody fall? Perfect for Halloween, Thanksgiving or a Tuesday afternoon. I mean evening.

I could leave well enough alone, but I’m honest to a fault. When I was leaving for Amy’s house and went to grab the sangria out of the fridge, I happened to notice the pears that Brady enjoys in his school lunch sitting on the shelf above the sangria.

I spontaneously grabbed two little containers and added them, juice and all, to the sangria. It got me thinking about all the ingredients I could add next time- diced fresh pears would be lovely. Pear or apple brandy, pomegranate juice, cinnamon sticks… This autumn sangria can be as simple or elaborate as desired and different every time you make it!


1 bottle red wine

2 cups apple cider

1 apple, diced

1 cup pomegranate arils

a sprinkle of ground cinnamon

a sprinkle of ground nutmeg

a sprinkle of ground ginger

Other Optional Ingredients

1 pear, diced

1/2 cup pear or apple brandy

1 cup pomegranate juice (if you use pomegranate juice, you may want to decrease the amount of apple cider so the sangria isn’t too sweet)

club soda

cinnamon sticks


Simply mix the ingredients and chill.  Cheers!

Now, enjoy a sexy video about drinking sangria by one of Oklahoma’s own, Blake Shelton. Woo! If that’s what happens when you drink sangria, pour me a glass!

Sangria by Blake Shelton

Friday Night Lights

We’re well into football season and I’m about to make a big confession. It’s not going to be popular. In fact, living in a small midwestern town and saying something so absolutely preposterous and offensive could possibly get me stoned to death. The townspeople will soon be at my doorstep with torches and pitchforks, but I can’t keep this truth locked inside me for another moment!

I. Don’t. Like. Football.

(Pause for reaction.)

I’ve never been interested. It bores me to death. I’d rather…do anything else. I told you it would be a controversial admission.

In high school, I attended the football games merely to socialize in the stands. I chose a college that didn’t have a football team (I heart LMU). I love a good Super Bowl party, but again only for the social aspect and the festive food and drink. I even fell for a hunky All-American linebacker, a Texan no less, and he married me despite my complete lack of interest in the sport that so heavily influenced his life.

Hubba hubba.

John loooooves football. If you ask him, which season he likes best, he will not say fall or summer, he will answer, “football season.” And, at least once a month, he dreams that he’s a high school football player and he’s forgotten his helmet or Coach won’t put him in the game.

In the early days of our relationship, John would watch games all Saturday and Sunday (including the highlights before bedtime)(oy vey, that’s a lot of football), and I would lounge next to him reading book after book after book. When the kids were born… that ended for me.

One of those children turned out to be a sports obsessed son. Thank you, Lord, for blessing John with a sports obsessed son.

There have been fleeting moments when I’ve attempted to pay attention to games and at some point realized that my eyes were glazed over, my mouth was hanging open, and my mind had wandered elsewhere. I admit that I only even halfway understand the game, and half the time, I don’t know where the ball is. If the offense fakes out the defense, they have fooled me, as well.

But, now that we live in a state where people religiously fly their OU or OSU flags, and furthermore, in a small-town where the Friday night main event takes place at the high school football field, I feel I should conform.

This is Valentine praying to the football gods. The game baffles us. Help us to understand!

So…This is me committing to the quest of football fandom. Okay, let’s be real. This is me committing to going to the games with my family and trying to like it a little. And, I will happily put out yummy snacks and watch a little bit of football on tv as to interact with my husband a little during the long football season.

In the name of research and motivation, I have assigned myself some homework…

Look, I hunted down a heart-shaped hallow of a tree to show my devotion.

I have also purchased my Skiatook Bulldogs t-shirt from Walmart to wear to the games.

I’m well on my way!

If you see me in the stands, don’t judge me for being an imposter. Give me a thumbs up for my effort.

Go Bulldogs!!!

Watch this video, “The Boys of Fall” by Kenny Chesney. It actually gets me a little verklempt about football!

The Boys of Fall

Clean Chocolate Chip Banana Muffins

With the school year in full swing, I wanted to make a healthy breakfast item that Isabel and Brady could enjoy before school for days to come. Since I was out of my usual boxed banana bread mix, which let’s face it, is glorified cake, I found a retro banana bread recipe from my beloved school recipe book, circa 1990, and gave it a healthy makeover.

I replaced the white flour with a combination of whole wheat flour and almond flour. I swapped out vegetable oil for apple sauce, which in addition to the mashed banana, makes the muffins so moist, I wonder why anyone would ever add oil! With a few added touches of nutritious ground flaxseed and irresistable chocolate chips, this recipe is the perfect balance of healthy and indulgent, and my kids love it! If you don’t happen to have the ground flaxseed, leave it out, but it adds a nice boost of nutrition. This is how I made the muffins.

I started by preheating the oven to 350 degrees.

Truth be told, this photo was an opportunity to show off my new kitchen towels gifted to me by my friend, Amy. Thank you, Amy, for seeing the potential in me to be a Real Housewife of Oklahoma. I am truly flattered! She also knows about my newfound love of cows.

Next, measure out the dry ingredients into a large bowl.

Whisk to combine.

In a small bowl, measure out the chocolate chips. In my world, that means don’t measure them and just pour a whole bunch of chocolate chips into the bowl. Eat a small handful.

Put a tablespoon of the dry mix into the bowl and stir. This will help prevent all of the chocolate chips from sinking to the bottom of the muffin tin while baking.

Time for the wet ingredients. Mash the ripe bananas.

Add the applesauce, brown sugar, eggs, milk, vanilla extract and cinnamon. True, brown sugar and cinnamon are not technically wet ingredients, but I like to mix them with the wet ingredients. The brown sugar melts into the wet ingredients and the cinnamon permeates through the mixture.

I’d like to point out the beautiful, sturdy Pyrex mixing bowls that I’m using. They were my Grandma Margie’s. Coincidentally, my Grandma Isabel had the exact same ones. I love that I think of them both when I’m using them.

I also feel like I should address the elephant in the room. My lighting is horrible in this post. Maybe there wasn’t enough ambient light outside today. Maybe I need to take a lighting class. Maybe I need to invest in some other lights. You would never know it, but I had every window shade open and every light on, yet it looks like I’m cooking in a cave.  I borrowed Isabel’s desk lamp to supplement all the other lights in the room, but to no avail.

Lighting has never been my forte. Back in my LMU film school days, Diana Cracknell, Brian Horn and Seamus Smith, to name a few, used to help me with my lighting on my student films. Do you think they’d fly out to Skiatook, Oklahoma for a zero budget blog?

Such is life. Back to the muffins.

Add the wet ingredients to the bowl of dry ingredients, and stir to combine.

Now, mix in the chocolate chips.

Spray two muffin tins with cooking spray, as well as a 1/4 cup measuring cup.  Distribute the batter easily using the measuring cup.

Bake for 15-20 minutes. Do the toothpick test to make sure they’re baked through.

While still warm, run a knife around the muffins to loosen and remove. Allow to cool on a cooling rack.

After a  few days in a tupperware, I like to move them to the refrigerator to ensure freshness.


1 cup whole wheat flour

1 cup almond flour

¼ ground flaxseed

1 tsp. baking soda

1 tsp. baking powder

½ tsp. salt

Chocolate chips

2 mashed ripe bananas

¼ cup applesauce

1 tablespoon stevia brown sugar (or ¼ cup regular brown sugar)

2 eggs, beaten

2/3 cup milk

1 tsp. vanilla extract

1 tsp. cinnamon


  1. Preheat the oven to 350 degree.
  2. Mix the dry ingredients.
  3. In a small bowl, mix the chocolate chips with 1 tablespoon of the dry ingredient mixture.
  4. In a separate bowl, mix the rest of the ingredients, starting with the mashed banana. Add to the dry ingredients.
  5. Add the chocolate chips and mix well.
  6. Spray a muffin tin with cooking spray. Lightly spray a 1/3 measuring cup with cooking spray. Add 1/3 cup batter to each well.
  7. Bake for 15-20 minutes.

Iced Peach Sweet Tea Latte

After telling the tale of mine and Brady’s adventure to the Porter Peach Festival, I had a hankering for something peachy. So I went into the pantry to see what I could conjure up spontaneously.

Behold! I discovered that my bottle of peach syrup had survived the move to Oklahoma. In the last panicked hours of move-out day, John had taken on the job of cleaning out the pantry. He’s one of those people that is ruthless when going through things (I, on the other hand, like to keep everything),  so this bottle of random flavored syrup in my new home was a happy surprise, indeed.

So, I had my main ingredient. A very quick and easy drink vision filled my mind. Packed with ripe summer peach flavor… southern sweet tea…an Iced Peach Sweet Tea Latte! So simple, I can hardly call this a recipe.

I began by brewing some black tea (I used English Breakfast) in hot water. You can use two tea bags if you’d like the tea to be stronger.

Next, I frothed some milk. I love, love, love my Nespresso milk frother. You can either froth cold milk for cold drinks or steam milk for hot drinks. The blue light indicates that there’s cold milk a’frothing!

Ooh, professional! If you don’t have a milk frother, you can just use cold milk.

Add ice in a tall glass. Aren’t mason jars adorable?

Fill it about 2/3 up with tea…

…add a little or big splash of peach syrup and stir. Maybe since it’s sugar-free peach syrup, it will offset all of the Bluebell icecream I’ve been eating all summer.

Top with frothed milk and spoon on some of the thick frothiness.

I garnished my tea latte with some fresh mint from my California-grown mint plant from our previous and beloved front porch. A souvenir from my past life.

Seriously, this photo go could in a museum. Dutch Impressionism? I’m proud of my amateur photography skills.

"Still Life with Fruit, 1871-72" by Gustave Courbet Painting Print on Canvas Trademark Fine Art Size: 18" H x 24" W x 2" D

“Still Life with Fruit, 1871-72” by Gustave.

I’m just saying, there’s some resemblance.

Add some nice weather and a great book and you’ve got yourself a lovely afternoon. I couldn’t help it, Tea with Isabel looks so pretty in this photo. Peach Tea with Isabel… come on. It’s perfect.


1 or 2 black tea bags (depending on desired tea flavor and caffeine)

Approximately 1 cup hot water

1 cup milk

Splash of peach syrup (to taste)

Mint for garnish (optional)


  1. Brew tea bags in about a cup of hot water.
  2. Froth some cold milk in a milk frother. Use the cold milk setting. (If you don’t have a milk frother, you can skip this step.)
  3. Fill a glass with ice.
  4. Fill about 2/3 with tea.
  5. Add desired amount of peach syrup.
  6. Top with cold milk and stir. Top with froth.
  7. Garnish with mint.


The Porter Peach Festival

Now that Isabel and Brady have started school, and days of sleeping in and lounging around lazily and unproductively are a thing of the past, I am recommitting to being a more motivated and diligent blogger. With that said, I’d like to take a moment to reflect on an adventure Brady and I experienced over summer vacation.

When we lived in  California, I would see on the KTLA news (I miss you, KTLA news) announcements of upcoming festivals such as the Oxnard Strawberry Festival, the Long Beach Greek Festival, and the Orange County Fair, to name a few. I would always think, “That sounds like fun! We should go!” But, because of other plans or hesitance of spending a Saturday driving in traffic, we never did.

So, being in Oklahoma without kids’ sporting events to work around (yet) or weekend traffic to fear, I heard news of the Porter Peach Festival and I got excited. Brady shared in my interest, John and Isabel did not, so Brady and I drove for an hour southeast through Tulsa and beautiful countryside to the tiny town of Porter.

In 2017, the U.S. Census Bureau reported that Porter had a population of 606.

I learned some interesting facts about the town of Porter from the festival program. Ben Marshall planted the the first commercial peach orchard in Porter in 1890. In 1904, he took his peaches and apples to the Louisiana Purchase Exposition in St. Louis which caused the orchard to gain national attention.  Porter peaches were shipped by railroad to supply grocery stores in the early 1900’s. As a result of this history, Porter began promoting itself as “The Peach Capital of the World” in 1983.

I parked our car on the grassy side of the road, and Brady and I hopped onto this John Deere tractor shuttle which transported us to the festival down the street.

We really felt anticipation of doing something totally new in our new home of Oklahoma. The first thing we did was  get our faces painted. Brady chose a Minecraft Creeper and I chose a peach!

As we were in the face painting booth, I noticed a line gathering behind the booth. There were free peaches and ice cream at the fire station!!! The concept of a full serving of dessert free to the masses was astounding to me. So, that’s where we headed.

I haven’t yet mentioned how crazy hot it was outside. I’m guessing it was 100 degrees, throw in the element of humidity, and this California girl was wilting like a peach bud! So, with many other festival-goers, we hunkered down in the shade of the firehouse garage and ate our Porter peaches and vanilla ice cream. The combination of the two was so sweet, peachy and creamy. It was the best thing we ate all day.

Next, Brady and I bought some ride tickets and went down the slide together. It was faster than I thought it would be!

Then we saw it. (Cue the ominous music.)

I don’t remember the name of this ride. I think I’ve blocked it from my memory. It started out very fun as we swung around in a circle and spun occassionally. Weeeee!

It picked up speed and my giggles and wees became fun screams. My LMU baseball cap flew off and landed on the ground somewhere. As the little car whipped us around and flung us into the air, our limbs dangling and the tumultuous sound of rickety metal parts holding our fate, my screams of joy morphed into screams of… discontent? Terror? Brady started shouting, “No, I don’t want to!” and I was recalling previous stories on the news  about freak carnival ride accidents. While a new concern grew that I was going to throw up my free peaches and ice cream, Brady was next to me yelling, “This is not how I die!” As we whirled passed the man working the ride, I shouted in a voice that I forced to sound pleasant, “Okay, I think we’re done!” After a few more bloodcurdling revolutions, the ride slowed and stopped. When the man helped us off the ride, I attempted calmly, “I underestimated this ride.” He replied, “Most people do.”

Normally, I am a total daredevil. I will excitedly brave the craziest rollercoaster at any amusement park, but I think sketchy carnival rides might be a thing of my past. Brady and I agreed that we would only repeat the slide.

Brady threw darts at balloons and won a stuffed owl which he named “Porter”. Notice Brady’s peachy outfit. We both dressed festively in shades of orange.

It was hoooot. And humid. There would be bands playing later that evening right underneath the quaint and very Americana setting of the Porter water towers, but after a snow cone,  our purchase of Porter peaches to support the cause and some kettle corn to take back to Isabel and John, we were ready to take the John Deere tractor shuttle back to our air-conditioned car and make the drive back to Skiatook.

It was a sweet advenuture that Brady and I shared together. Until the next festival!

Listen to Good Directions by Billy Currington.  In my mind, the story of this charming song occurs in a little town just like Porter!

Livin’ on Skiatook Time

Since the Womack family has arrived in the Skiatook area of Oklahoma, we have gotten exactly what we were seeking- a slower pace.

This is how we’ve been filling our days.

We’ve been riding the ranger on trails to find isolated views…

…to start Isabel and Brady’s driving lessons…

… and to get to and from the Lake.

Ahhh, the beauty of Skiatook Lake.

We’ve been having fun swimming…

…and tubing.

The scenery in the area certainly encourages solace.

Until a few days ago, we didn’t have wifi, and that was actually kind of nice. It was an excuse to not work on my laptop and an easy way to say, “Oh sorry, kids. You can’t play on your ipads, there’s no internet. You’ll just have to use your imagination like kids did in my day.” As a result, we were doing things a little backwards. We were reading on our patio and going to the library to work on our laptops and play on our ipads. I was kind of embarrassed and felt the need to explain that to the librarian.

Even our drive into town to the library or the grocery store is a relaxing venture.

We start by crossing the dam which is, in my opinion, one of the coolest places to be in Skiatook.

On one side stretches dark blue waters…

…and on the other stretches bushy green treetops for as far as the eye can see.

And then we head down into a beautiful, lush valley.

Look! Bales of hay! One of my favorite scenes. It looks like they’ve been artistically placed to decorate this field. And this type of scene is found all over Skiatook, all over Oklahoma. I love it.

We enjoy rolling down the windows and saying hello to our new bovine friends. Hi, cows! Mooooo!

They stare at us like we’re crazy city folk.

We pass scenic ponds…

… and majestic horses nibbling on grass. On this note, if you see a crazy girl taking pictures of your animals, don’t be alarmed. It’s just me.

More hay. This shot I pulled over and got out of the car for. A man driving by in his pick-up truck gave me a curious look. I imagine hay isn’t as exciting to the locals. Isabel and Brady told me I was embarrassing them and to stop being a tourist. I like being a tourist! It means that I’m appreciating and embracing what makes Skiatook special!

More cows…

…and a beautiful shady grove of trees.


We saw a turtle crossing the road and we decided to help it cross faster so it wouldn’t get hit by a car.

Ironically, I wrote a very similar scene in Tea with Isabel when Nina rescued a turtle from Highway 20. Here we were just about two miles from that very spot. A very strange form of deja vu for me.

And that’s our drive into town! I turn a reasonably short drive into a long one by pulling over so many times to take photos. Isabel and Brady have been extremely patient with me.

I’ve been waking up early before John and the kids wake to go for a nice morning walk or jog. It’s so peaceful to walk down this gravel road and not see another soul.

The lighting is gorgeous, a bright warm tangerine hue, as the sun rises into the periwinkle sky.

Sweet solitude. It’s just me and the birds.


I make my way across Lake Road and head into a neighborhood with big grassy, tree-filled yards.

Most often, the scenery warms me up with the cozy glow of sunrise…

…but occasionally the morning is a misty one.

I always, always, always make sure I can see Skiatook Lake on part of my walk.

It is so addictive.

Are you kidding me? That’s incredible. The water is like glass.

I’ve got a thing for the marina, too.

The sun is still rising!

So many opportunities for artistic photos. Honestly, I don’t get my heart rate very high stopping to take all of these photos! Oh, well. Maybe these walks and jogs are more for my soul than anything else.

Why did the tarantula cross the road?

Well, duh.

The turtle got help. The tarantula is on its own.

At some point, I check the time and realize I better get back down that gravel road before John has to leave for work.

We are loving it here. Stay tuned!

Tulsa Time by Don Williams


Take Me Home, Country Roads

(Admittedly, this block post is almost two weeks overdue! I am already accustomed to the slower pace of life! For the moment, my sense of urgency has left me. I’ve also been in the midst of unpacking boxes, riding around on a boat on Skiatook Lake and on a four-wheeler around gravel roads, and watching 4th of July Fireworks in friends’ backyards. And I don’t have wifi yet! But here it is, the last leg of the road trip…)

When we woke up in Amarillo, we felt so excited. Today would be the day.

I couldn’t help but have George Strait’s “Amarillo by Morning” running through my head as we packed up our suitcases to the view of the Amarillo skyline and headed to the car. I’ve attached the music video below. It would be practically unamerican to not mention George Strait in a blog that takes place in Texas!

Today’s drive had a completely different feeling. Just by looking at the scenery, we could sense that we were close.

During this nice long road trip, I had planned on finishing reading the book Next Year in Havana which hooked me in Palm Desert. I had a tote bag at my feet with Pioneer Woman magazines, a book about decorating country houses (thank you, Romina), and my kindle was loaded with Where the Crawdads Sing. I managed to flip through some of the decorating book, but that’s about it.

For the last few days, I have been perched in the front seat with my camera poised and ready, shooting photos of beautiful scenery as John pressed the speed limit. Please make note of my beautiful photography, some taken through dirty windows, and some taken in a hurry as I quickly rolled down the window with the desert and countryside whizzing by. That boy doesn’t stop the car for anything. I didn’t want to miss a thing. I have felt in my heart that this has been an adventure. The miles we have driven have been symbolic. We’ve been driving to the next chapter of our life.

I knew we were on the right track when I started to see fields with rolled bales of hay.

Last summer when we were visiting Skiatook, I was obsessed with taking the perfect photo of this scene. I must’ve taken thirty shots in various places. I even managed to get John to pull the car over a few times for me (a nearly impossible feat) so I could hop out and snap some photos. John, Isabel and Brady were getting tired of me saying, “Look! There’s an even better one!” Well, ironically, I took this shot running eighty miles an hour on the highway. I guess I’ve got it out of my system now! Or do I?

As we drove through Oklahoma City, I cracked up when I saw this street exit.

Gotta love it.

Is it me, or is the sky just neverending out here?

When we approached the Tulsa skyline, we knew our road trip had almost come to an end. In thirty minutes we would reach our destination.

We headed north out of Tulsa and exited the highway taking the back roads to Skiatook Lake.

Past lovely homesteads with lots of land.

Past the beautiful yet normal daily activites around here.

Past horses and cows.

To be honest, I didn’t do this stretch of land justice with my photography. It was all happening so fast at this point, we were just so anxious to get there. At one point, John scolded me as I snapped my camera all over the place. He told me to just enjoy it. Probably right.

We drove up rolling hills and around turns.

Get ready…

We’re almost there…

This is where it really gets exciting….

We’re home.

“Amarillo By Morning” by George Strait

“Take Me Home, Country Roads” by John Denver


The Road to Oklahoma

Last week, for the first time ever, from Palm Desert we drove east. We didn’t drive back to La Canada or straight to Legoland in Carlsbad like we’ve done in previous years. We drove east.

We watched as the landscape changed. From windmills and sand…

To low bushes and cacti…

To plateaus…

…to bigger mountains.

After about 6 hours of driving, the surroundings changed again and we drove into a mountainous town with pine trees!

We arrived in Flagstaff, Arizona, a beautiful place where I, myself, had never been. I felt like I could breathe easier with all of those trees arround. The next day we drove through the foresty terrain.

Eventually, the trees became more sparse and we drove to…

…one of the seven wonders of the world…

The great Grand Canyon! This was another first for Isabel, Brady and I. John had been once before in 1994 when he was in the army, driving to his duty station of Fort Irwin, California. An unexpected perk was getting into the park for free since Isabel is still technically a 4th grader until August. All fourth graders and their families get into National Parks free!

We loaded up our backpacks with snacks and three big bottles of water and headed down the Bright Angel Trail along the south rim.

It was a pleasant seventy degrees with a breeze. The hike was tough enough, I can’t imagine doing it with one hundred degree weather. As we were headed down the path, hikers were passing us with backpacks loaded with camping gear, some of them having spent the night down somewhere along the way.

I loved hearing various accents hike by me. They were a reminder that this is a destination for people from all over the world.  I met a guy in his twenties from Germany, a family from Sweden, and a couple from…wait for it…Oklahoma! Their road trip was taking them to L.A. The irony.

I have a theory that everyone loves a good view. This little squirrel is no exception.

He was so deep in thought he didn’t even notice me.

John, Isabel and I drank every drop of water we carried and enjoyed snacks of Cheez-its, pita chips and walnuts. The salt tasted so good and the protein kept us going. When we were almost out of water, Brady and I shared a juicy apple as we hiked back up and agreed that it was a saving grace that quenched our thirst.

I feel like when I’m holding a camera I really notice beautiful moments, large and small. Maybe I’m looking for them. As a result, I was constantly dilly-dallying behind Isabel, John and Brady. They got tired of waiting for me!

We only hiked for about 2 ½ hours, which was enough for us this time. Our friend Phill has hiked from one rim to the other, spending the night in the valley in between. Our friend Luke, a backpacking rockstar, once hiked rim to rim to rim in 18 hours!!! Both, very admirable…and not necessarily something I need to do in my lifetime. Haha!

What a fun family activity for us to experience together. When we reached the top of the trail, we felt like we deserved souvenirs from the gift shop and ice cream cones to enjoy with one exceptional view!

Gazing out at the Grand Canyon sure reminds you how small you are in the grand scheme of things!

The next day, we continued to move east. We drove to Meteor Crater outside of Winslow, Arizona.

50,000 years ago, a meteor crashed into the earth at this spot at a rate of almost 26,000 miles an hour. We watched a short film and spent some time in the small museum learning a lot of really interesting facts about this particular meteor crater as well as other meteors in history. The depth of the crater is 560 feet. You could fit 20 football fields on the bottom of this crater and fill the sides with 2 million spectators!

With Brady learning about rocks this year in second grade, he was fascinated by both the Grand Canyon and the meteor crater! He is always pointing out sedimentary, metamorphic and igneous rocks. Thank you, Mrs. Gaska!

As we zipped along the historic Route 66 just out of Gallop, New Mexico, John said in true dad form, “Look! That looks like Radiator Springs.”

We all agreed that he was right.

It’s hard to drive along this route of jagged red rocks and tumbleweeds, and not imagine a time when cowboys and Indians roamed this stretch of earth. I couldn’t help but envision  an old Native American on horseback sitting on top of this bluff. This is where stories of the Wild West took place.

Wait! Is that John Bon Jovi up on that plateau at a drive-in movie watching “Young Guns 2” while he dramatically plays his guitar? He’s wearing tight leather pants and cowboy boots, he’s shirtless with a black vest and a native-type necklace, and his hair is waving in the wind! The movie screen has burst into flames! Calm down, I was only hallucinating. For hours driving through this setting,  I couldn’t get “Blaze of Glory” out of my head. Damn, that’s a good song. Don’t you just miss the 90’s sometimes? For that reason,  I’ve attached the music video below. Watch it. It’s so good.

Speaking of music, with the kids plugged into their ipads and headphones, John and I listened to the “Remember the Titans” soundtrack. With songs by Cat Stevens, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell to name a few, we agreed that it is a great roadtrip cd. We followed it with Tim McGraw “A Place in the Sun”. On this note, John and I agree- we still love putting in a cd and listening to the entire thing. Together we still own hundreds of cd’s and we’ll probably never get rid of them. There are some things we don’t feel the need to evolve from. (Our entire roadtrip music lineup is below.)

We stopped in Santa Rosa, New Mexico to gas up and eat dinner. We were lucky to stumble upon Chico’s Tortas y Pinas Lokas Mexican Food.

Trust me. If you’re passing through Santa Rosa, you should eat here.

When you first walk in, you’re greeted by a real life iguana. Bienvenidos! Order the beef tacos.

I was so excited by the counter decorated with colorful jugs of aguafrescas, jars of fresh honey and packets of tamarindo candy. I settled on a giant glass of sweet and creamy horchata. I can never pass up horchata.

Meanwhile, a crew of ladies and gentlemen in the kitchen were hard at work making homemade tortillas and the like, and the few that looked up from their work and caught my eye, greeted me with a smile.

We started with chips and salsa. And, boy, merely calling them chips and salsa is an understatement.

Fresh salsa verde and fresh, homemade tortilla chips. I don’t even know how to describe the red one. Smoked chiles with a truly spicy kick!

They both paired beautifully with the beef tacos and chicken burrito filled with rice and beans.

Thank goodness I had my generous portion of cold, milky horchata to cool off my tastebuds!

Chico’s Tortas y Pinas Lokas is so unassuming yet with such straightforward, simple yet done right, authentic Mexican fare, and the price is right. Delicioso!

As we continued to drive with our end goal for the day being Amarillo, we passed the time by answering questions in the book, If… (Questions for the Game of Life) by Evelyn McFarlane & James Saywell. It has hundreds of questions like, “If you could have a superpower, what would it be? If you and the people you are with could go anywhere in the world right now, where would it be? If you could suddenly play an instrument that you don’t already play, what would it be?” This sparked so much interesting conversation for the four of us. We definitely had our trends of answers. John’s answers were usually practical and mine were a little more… I don’t know, exciting? For instance, if you could have dinner with anyone from history, Isabel and Brady said their best friends, John answered Abraham Lincoln, and I answered Adam Levine wearing a tuxedo. If you had to spend the rest of your life on a deserted island with someone platonic (that takes Adam Levine out of the equation for this one), who would it be? Again, Isabel and Brady answered their best friends, John answered Bear Grylls so he’d know how to survive, and I answered, one of my very best friend’s Sharon, who lives in Israel and I don’t see her very often. We always have so much to talk about and, well, she’s just fun! Isabel and Brady had us “playing the If game” until I was tired of playing the If game. But, it kept them off the ipads… for a while!

Later, when we crossed over the stateline of New Mexico into Texas, Alan Jackson welcomed us with his lyrics, “Where I come from, it’s cornbread and chicken, where I come from, a lot of front porch sittin’…”

That right there is a big sky.

More of the telltale signs that we were in Texas started to appear.

We started to see big rigs representing familiar stores and restaurants- Braum’s, Hobby Lobby, Walmart… And more and more truck trailers transporting horses.

The stars at night are big and bright, (clap clap clap clap) deep in the heart of Texas!

Without warning, John pulled off the highway.

The legendary Cadillac Ranch!

There were piles of cans of spray paint on the ground encouraging us to participate in this ever-changing expression of art. Isabel and Brady loved it.

This is our consecutive list of roadtrip music- Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band (Greatest Hits), John Mellencamp (The best that I Could Do 1978-1988), Tom Petty (Greatest Hits), Restless Heart (Greatest Hits), The Best of Hootie & the Blowfish 1993-2003, Jason Aldean (My Kinda Party), Remember the Titans Soundtrack, Tim McGraw (A Place in the Sun), Matchbox 20 (Yourself or Someone Like You), The Essential Billy Joel (Disc 1), Alan Jackson (Greatest Hits, Volume 2).

Blaze of Glory