


We arrived in Fairbanks August 23rd.
My brother, Jed, and his family have lived here for a year and were kind enough to take us in while we found an apartment and such.
We had done some research before coming up and were able to sign a lease before the week was over, although we didn’t actually move into our new place for a few days after that since we didn’t have a car yet or anything to sleep, eat, cook with, or sit on.
We mailed almost everything we were bringing with us and it hadn’t arrived yet.
We spent most of our time trying to amass everything necessary for a home as cheaply as possible on Craigslist.
Craigslist is an amazing tool, and we’ve used it quite successfully many times. People here don’t really seem to understand, though, that they’re selling used goods. Here even more than other places, prices for used items are OUTRAGEOUS. We found a loveseat listed for $400. You could see HUGE holes in the material and stuffing poking out in at least two places. The posting stated that they had purchased it for $500 a few years before and that the person’s dog had slightly abused the couch but that it was still comfy. Seriously? We had another run-in with a very nice but slightly moronic man who had posted his mattress set on Craigslist. So I called and made an appointment to come see/buy it. We hitched up Jed’s trailer (more on that below :) ) and were all ready to go when he called and said he couldn’t show us the mattress that night because he was too tired to put up his new one. So we made an appointment for the next night. We drove the 40 minutes to his house the next day. He met us in the driveway and said “Ok, now don’t shoot me, but . . . “ He refused to sell it again (if we had even wanted it). Guess why. He was too tired to set up his new mattress. Seriously? It was only 5:30pm!!! And he had the stupid thing POSTED ON CRAIGSLIST FOR SALE! Why post it if you don’t actually want to sell it?! He said he didn’t have to work the next day and he’d be happy to make an appointment for us to come back and pick it up the following afternoon. I told him he could call us when it was ready (as in not in his bedroom with sheets and blankets still on it) to load and if we were still interested we’d come out. Guess who never called.
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| Nice trailer, huh? |
Anyway, we found pretty much everything we needed on Craigslist and started picking stuff up. My brother, Jed, had a trailer we could use for the larger stuff like the mattresses (from a different seller, of course), table and couch. The trailer, however, was a boat trailer. We considered taking the boat off and just using the trailer, but I thought it would probably work better if the boat was still on it. So we used a boat as our trailer. Even Jed’s true-blue Alaskan neighbors had never seen anything quite like this before!
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| Our apartment is the top level |
The apartment we decided to lease is in a nice, quiet neighborhood. We have the top level of a two-floor building. Half of our apartment is over the garage and the other half is over our downstairs neighbor. Josh decided to christen our apartment our very first night in it. We woke up to him puking his guts out at 4am, poor little guy. (Speaking of puking, Scott, did I tell you I spewed in the desert on the way home from your house just outside of Roswell? Thought you’d like to know.) Of course, most of our boxes still hadn’t arrived yet so we
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| My oven mitts |
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didn’t have any spare sheets or medicine. So I got to do laundry in the middle of the night while Mario went to the store for some drugs for the little man. I was concerned that we had perhaps disturbed our neighbor, who we hadn’t even met yet, doing laundry right over his bedroom at 4am, so I wanted to make some cookies for him the next day. We went to the store for a baking sheet and ingredients. When we got home, I got all of the ingredients out and was ready to begin only to realize I didn’t have a bowl or spoon to mix them with. I considered using the juice pitcher we had just bought as a bowl, but instead we decided to borrow a bowl and spoon from my sister-in-law, Crystal. Everything was going fine until it came time to take the cookies out of the oven, at which point I realized I didn’t have any oven mitts or potholders either. So I used these! (Yes, they were clean.)
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| Parmesan rosemary bread |
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| Rolling pin |
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| Chicken: Aromatics for the cavity and herb butter to rub under skin |
Later that week, we had Jed, Crystal & Co. over for dinner. I made naan with this rolling pin and used my awesome sock oven mitts again. Despite the culinary implement shortage we were experiencing, I did manage to turn out a fairly decent dinner of roasted citrus-stuffed chicken (the love child of Tyler Florence’s Ultimate roasted chicken and Ina Garten’s (who I usually can’t stand) perfect roasted chicken recipes – I can give details to anyone interested) with a white wine reduction pan sauce, herbed potato wedges (also a Tyler Florence recipe and something of a regular side dish around our house), and a lovely lemon cake for dessert.
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| Lemon cake! |
The lemon cake was my usual “cake mix on steroids” (from SIL Suzie’s kitchen – regular cake mix, add a package of dry instant pudding of desired flavor (I used vanilla here, not lemon), substitute softened butter for oil in directions, buttermilk for water, and add one more egg than directed on package) plus the finely-chopped zest and juice of two lemons. While that was baking (in two 8-inch round pans lined with parchment paper and non-stick spray), I made a lemon simple syrup of equal parts water and sugar (about a cup of each) boiled down gently with lemon peel and a spray of lemon juice. I cooked it a little longer than I should have and it turned a beautiful honey-brown color. It was delicious and had almost a caramel taste. I also made a lemon cream cheese frosting (basic cream cheese frosting with lots of lemon juice to taste). When the cakes were done, I put the first one on the serving plate, poked it all over, and poured 1/3 of the lemon simple syrup over. Then I put down a layer of lemon frosting, the next cake, and did the same thing. Finished it all off with frosting and the last of the simple syrup in a simple design on top (pour the syrup down in concentric circles, then use a toothpick or the tip of a knife and drag through syrup layer slightly into frosting layer from the center to the outside over and over). YUM!
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Josh is completely obsessed with fish.
Ever since we took him to Sea World, he has been OBSESSED with fish.
He loves to watch Finding Nemo, but is simultaneously frightened by it so he usually prefers to watch it on fast-forward or muted.
He loves anything with fish, and constantly wants us to draw them for him.
Mario thought it would be fun to get him his own fish he could see every day, and that’s how Pi the Betta came to be in our family!
The name Pi comes from our nightly routine of rough-housing with Josh before bed, which we call the Bedtime Crazies.
He loves to be thrown around, wrestled, tickled, and generally run around like a ranch-on-cowbaby (Foutz slang for crazy kid).
Josh’s way of saying he’d like to get a little nuts is to say “More play!,” which comes out as “mo pie!”
We decided the fish’s name should be something Josh could say, which is an extremely short list, so Pi it is!
Josh loves his fish and especially likes to feed him.
Pi has survived his first month in the Apreotesi family, and hopefully will be around for a long time, and hopefully is the first of many fun family pets!