Let me introduce you to an amazing Step Mom

I am not usually one to be online on the weekend but this I just have to share!


My beautiful daughter created a blog where she shares her struggles and joyful moments as a step mom.  Her hope is that someone can benefit from what she has learned along the way.  Stepping into the role of Mom that can sometimes be very frustrating but also very satisfying.  I am so very proud of her and  hope you will stop by and read her heartfelt words as she shares her ongoing story.   If you know of anyone who might benefit from this topic of step parenting, I hope you will pass this information along to them.


Her Blog:   TheStrongStepmom.wordpress.com



Spring training at the Tegernsee & the national sport

The national sport of Germany is…?  Anyone?  Soccer or Fußball as we call it here.  That question was even on my Citizenship test, believe it or not.

My husband Leif is an avid sports enthusiast. Soccer, hockey and baseball.  As a child growing up in Germany, they pick a team.  Just like in the United States, Germany is also divided into States.  The young child will pick what team they will support for the rest of their lives.  Leif’s team of choice is Borussia Mönchengladbach.   No, it is not Russian and they just call the team Gladbach for short.  Their stadium is in the North Rhine-Westphalia region or state, just about a half an hours drive to the Netherlands border.  Okay, enough geography.  Basically, we live nowhere near it.  But we do live near the Tegernsee where spring training is happening for the start of the new soccer season.  So what did we do?  As usual, we planned a road trip with friends.

Let me give you an idea of what this town looks like.  It is a lake with a town around it,  set in the middle of what they call the voralpen.  The beginning of the Alps.


Here are a few more photos of the area around the Tegern Lake




And yes, I really did take a photo of a dog stopping his frisbee play to pee.




In this next photo we had a wonderful lunch outside at the local Hofbräuhaus.  I ate the traditional Leber Kase with Kartoffelsalat and Bretze.  Of course we washed that down with the locally brewed beer.  Let me explain in English what we ate.  Leber Kase is basically a warm, thick bologna, it is not liver and cheese and I have no idea what they call it that.  Kartoffelsalat is potato salad.  Bretze is a big pretzel. I guess I don’t have a photo of our meal.


Of course, our little group had to stalk the team at their hotel boarding their bus.  Yep my husband was as excited as a small boy.


Now lets head to the soccer field nestled in the mountains.



In this next photo I wanted to share with you peek at the refugee set up in parts of Germany.  If you can see on the right some blue and white umbrellas and right behind you can just make out a white dome.  That is a temporary refugee camp.  Right next to the soccer field.  There were no problems or and tensions about and they seemed to be enjoying the game too just like everyone else. I think they got in for free though, but thats okay.


It was a beautiful evening and setting for a soccer match and yes, Gladbach won.:-)


Khaleesi Tales (Episode One)

If you haven’t read my about page, you probably don’t know we have a cat named Khalessi.  Yes, we are avid fans of Game of Thrones.  Ironically, the name fits her personality.  She is feisty, beautiful, playful and sometimes serious too.  She understands both English and German… maybe.

This is just one of the strange conversations or experiences that I had with her.

Let me set the scene.   Our kitchen the bottom shelf of our small island, where I store potatoes and onions in a basket.

Me: Khaleesi!  Stop playing with the Potatoes and Onions!  They are not toys!”

Khalessi:  Looks at me, ignores me and continues trying to scoop up a medium-sized onion with her paw.

Me: Katze, was Machts du?!!  (German for what are you doing cat?!)”

Khaleesi:  Stops trying to scoop up an onion and is now attempting to take a potato out of the basket with her mouth. 

I laughed and left the kitchen.  Not even a minute later she had something more interesting to do, like sit on the windowsill and ignore me.




The best peanut butter cookie recipe ever!

007Have you ever been house hunting and walked into an open house only to be greeted with the wonderful smell of cookies?  There is a reason real estate agents will have fresh-baked cookies at an open house.  Of course, they are usually slice and bake, but that’s okay.  Cookies bake up the same and usually the seller does not mind as they want to sell their house.   Either way, it is the smell that can add that homey feeling to a house.

Today, I want to share my favourite cookie recipe, a favourite of my family and friends.  These cookies really do melt in your mouth.  Taste delicious and as a plus makes your house smell like a home.

If you don’t have the time to bake something from scratch, always keep some cookie dough on hand and if company is on their way over, pop some in the oven to bake.  It definitely does say, welcome to our home. 🙂

I hope you’ll give these a try!

My Peanut Butter Cookie Recipe

8 tablespoons (1 stick or 113 grams) butter, softened

¾ cup (180 grams) peanut butter

½ cup (100 grams) sugar

½ cup (90 grams) light brown sugar

1 egg

1 cup flour (125 grams)

½ teaspoon (25 ml) vanilla extract

¾ teaspoon (19.3 grams) baking soda

extra sugar

Directions: In a mixing bowl, cream together butter, peanut butter then add sugar and brown sugar until blended. Add in the egg and vanilla,mix again to a fairly smooth texture.

Next, add flour and baking soda till combined.

Using a spoon, drop onto an ungreased and unlined baking sheet. Take a fork, dip into sugar and make a criss-cross pattern onto each cookie.

Bake at 350° F. or 180°C for approximately 10 – 12 minutes. Let cookies set for a minute or two before transferring them to a cooling rack.

Serving size 2 dozen larger cookies or 1 ½ dozen smaller size.

Note: You can also use a small ice cream scoop for evenly sized cookies.


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