Wednesday, October 21, 2020
Adding a Closet to an Upstairs Landing
Monday, September 28, 2020
Four Ways to Find Free Firewood
This time of year, as the weather begins to cool off, there are few things that I like more than having a cozy fire in the fireplace on a chilly evening. Yes, I live in Arizona, and our chilly evenings are not the same as the frigid nights that we had when we lived in Chicago, but nonetheless, I like fires. Crackling logs, the fragrant smell of the wood burning, the flickering glow of the flames. It is the perfect background for reading a book, watching a movie, cooking, cleaning, or doing just about anything.But I'm cheap. For years I would buy cords or half cords of perfectly cut and stacked firewood. This wood was usually more than what I wanted to spend on something that would just be burned up in my fireplace. Then I turned into Scrooge, putting as few logs on the fire as possible. Just enough to give me the glow and the smells and the feeling, without actually being a roaring fire. But this didn't satisfy my desire to have regular fires in the fireplace. So I started looking for cheaper ways to enjoy everything that comes with a fireplace fire.
Monday, August 31, 2020
Use Up Leftover Paint with a Little Creativity
I recently converted a space in our house into a closet (full article on that next month). It was another If You Give a Mouse a Cookie project, which started with wanting to paint the upstairs landing and ended with gutting cabinets, framing, and drywalling. As with any house project, go big or stay home!
I was working on using up the grey paint that I used on most of our house, and after 1200 square feet of various shades of grey I started to feel like I was in a Tim Burton movie. Don't get me wrong, I like the colors that we used in our house. But after months of painting with it I was ready for a little splash of color.Tuesday, August 18, 2020
Try These Little Firecrackers: Homemade Jalapeño Poppers

We sat down at his kitchen table with two very large bags of peppers. We donned our rubber gloves (because, after all, with that much jalapeño chopping we didn't want to irritate our skin). About ten minutes into what ended up being a two hour ordeal, the acid from the peppers leached through the gloves and our hands started burning. About 30 minutes in, pepper-infused sweat was pouring down our faces and our eyes were tearing up. So here we were--two grown men at a kitchen table, griping about jalapeños with tears streaming down our faces, and in walked my wife and my sister-in-law. Then, to make matters worse, when we canned the peppers, we ended up with two half-pint jars of mushy paste that we decided to throw away. I have never again attempted to can anything. So the question has plagued me for more than a decade: What does one do with an over abundance of hot peppers?
Here's the solution: Homemade, good for you (okay, how about 'not terrible for you?') jalapeño poppers. These are really simple to make, and even turned my (self-proclaimed) wimpy wife into a jalapeño junky.
Start with the peppers. I have used jalapeño, anaheim, serrano, and whatever hot pepper I can get my hands on (a big thanks to Ed and Shelly for being my constant supply of hot peppers that I don't grow in my yard). Cut the peppers in half and scrape the seeds into your compost pile.
These are a festive appetizer, and frankly, one of my favorite things about them is that the kids don't like them. This means that on jalapeño popper days I will get at least one thing that I can eat without a kid at my elbow saying, "Daddy, can I have a bite?"
Isn't that worth at least a little bit of heartburn?
Tuesday, July 14, 2020
Yardwork with My Tween

It is currently 350°
in Phoenix (no hyperbole or exaggeration here),
and today I had a lot of yardwork to do. With temperatures exceeding most oven
broiler settings, the idea of being outside for more than a fraction of a
second is not as alluring as it is in the fall with the perfect 75°
weather.
But I have a secret
weapon. It's my tween. My tween has been working with me to learn to mow, and
she is now on auto pilot. This means that instead of me having to mow and then move
into the rest of the yardwork, my daughter does the mowing (and trimming) while
I get to tackle the rest of the work. She earns money, I get to spend less time
with my skin baking off my bones, and we both get to commiserate about the heat
together.
So today I had to
tackle trimming my palm tree. This tree is massive, and it has these seed pods
that serve two purposes: to clog up the pool vacuum and to sprout hundreds of
baby palm trees all around the pool deck. Additionally, when the pods are cut
off, they weigh between 25 and 50 pounds, so they are a real treat to haul to
the rubbish pile (heavy sarcasm here).

Normally I don't trim this tree until the seed pods start dropping (after telling myself for weeks to do it before that). And in the past, it has taken me about six hours with a hand saw to trim the fronds and pods. By then I’ve melted into a pool of lava and am too scorched to do anything with the carnage, so I leave all the debris on the ground for a few weeks until I can muster up the energy and willpower to go back out in the heat and deal with the trimmings.
But today I used my
Greenworks pole saw. The reach was perfect, and instead of taking six hours to
trim, I had the tree trimmed in 35 minutes. Then I had another (heat)stroke of
genius and hired my 8-year-old to pile up the fronds for me. I tossed them over
the wall; he dragged them to the driveway and stacked them up. He earned two
bucks, and I earned a free afternoon in the AC.
Two hours, beginning
to end, and the lawn mowing and tree trimming were done. We were able to once
again retreat into the blissful joy of our air conditioning. And while this may
seem like an advertisement for Greenworks tools, it is nothing but glowing
appreciation from somebody who is grateful for as little time in the baking
Arizona summer heat as possible. I got nothing from Greenworks but a pole
trimmer and the joy of spending time with two of my kiddos doing
yardwork.
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