
Let me just say I love that these guys were up for anything, even braving the rain. Thanks for teaching me what a “monkey’s wedding” is guys!
Love,
Kristy

Let me just say I love that these guys were up for anything, even braving the rain. Thanks for teaching me what a “monkey’s wedding” is guys!
Love,
Kristy
I realize that this is supposed to be a blog about one big adventure in the middle-of-nowhere-Africa and all that jazz, but I am breaking all of the rules today because I want to show you the most beautiful pregnant woman ever! Dylan and Bonita Cherry were MADE to have a little Cherry all their own. So much so that they bought the little booties pictured while on their honeymoon. These two make me a better person, they make our whole family better, actually. Their enthusiasm for parenthood is a reminder that being a parent is a gift. Their “can do” attitude constantly instills in us that all things are possible, especially the things we think aren’t possible. Have they ever uttered these cheesy words? No, they just live it. Every day. Plus they are two of the most beautiful people you will ever meet. You can find out more about their little Cherry here. Dylan and Bon, it was a honour. To the next chapter! 



aaaaaaaand there’s gonna be a part two, can you believe it?
Luv,
Kristy

Last night we signed papers to sell the house. It is a solid offer, and we”ll know within a few days if the whole thing is going through. I know it will, I can feel it. This is it. In eight weeks we will have the family packed and we will be leaving the place that I have called home for nearly a decade. The home I brought my children home from the hospital to. The home where we’ve had countless parties and numerous family style suppers, to the sound of the African night birds and the sight of twinkling fairy lights. We’ve hosted countless guests from all over the world here. Grandparents. Friends from college. Friends of friends. They have all had a space here. This is our home. Here we have journeyed into the people we have become. We’ve… Become parents here. Laughed here. Cried here. Lost things. Gained things. Failed. Succeeded. Pursued a big dream. Seen it come to life, seen it flourish, seen it move us.
As I was photographing the most beautiful pregnant woman in the world yesterday, I could not help but think… as this baby comes, we will leave. Two births at one time. I feel tied to this baby I have not met, but already love. We are linked, because this baby is our starting marker. We will look back on life with these friends and say, “Don’t you remember, we left for Burundi when she was born.” As that baby grows multitudes every day inside her adoring mom, I am aware that this is urgent. Time is overpoweringly short, and this little baby girl has become my inspiration. She reminds me every day that I have to grow too. If I can not expand my comfort zone every day and embrace this journey every day I know I will fail to meet this amazing year head-on.
Despite the sadness at leaving this house and this life, I am awe struck at the perfect timing of it all. Had we sold the house at any other time, we would have had to rent somewhere else before we left and it would have put our family in an uncomfortable limbo. For this perfect timing, I credit God in all his amazing-timing-ness. I am very grateful, and very sad. Now I have to decide what parts of my life will fit into 6 suitcases and one vehicle that will journey with Ben on an 11 day drive from Durban, up through the heart of Africa, hopefully arriving in one piece in Burundi. He will drive a vehicle that we have not bought yet, and that we have no idea how we will afford, on roads that I am trying desperately not to worry about, through countries that make my totally nervous. Here. We. Go. It’s time to trust.
Luv,
Kristy
me: Make your own bagels.
you: Do what?
me: MAKE YOUR OWN BAGELS!
Really, it’s not that hard. I thought it was, but it’s not! Most of the things that we think are too difficult for us in this world really are not. The hard part is beginning, and then reminding yourself that you’ve “got this.” You can handle this. You, my friend, can make a bagel. Or run a company. Or move to another country. Or raise your kids with gusto. Or make that decision. Or get that job.
For almost a decade here in South Africa we have been living a bagel-less existence because I just assumed, if nobody makes ’em, you can’t have em… and then it hit me, I’m somebody! I can make them! Burundi looks a little bleak at times, dear people, with its scarcity of ingredients (No cinnamon, no oatmeal, no cocoa powder, no dry dog food… the list goes on. Not that I plan on eating dry dog food, but I’m sure my dog does, and it looks like she’s coming with us). Now that I know I can make bagels, my spirits are up because breakfast is saved.
I made a cinnamon sugar version and an oatmeal version, but the opportunities here really are endless. I will warn you that you do have to start the process a day before you plan on chowing down on fresh bagels, and there are a lot of steps, but anyone can do them. Really, give it a try!
I made a walnut honey cream cheese via a very complex process…. uh, ok…. just by combining walnuts and honey with cream cheese to taste. Very yummy.


Bagels
Makes 6 to 8 bagels
3 1/2 cups (1 pound) unbleached flour (bread or all-purpose)
3 teaspoons salt, divided
3/4 teaspoon instant yeast
1 tablespoon honey or barley malt syrup, if you’ve got it
1 cup plus 2 tablespoons water
1 teaspoon baking soda
Poppy or sesame seeds
1. By hand, mix the flour, 2 teaspoons salt, the yeast, honey and the water until the ingredients form a stiff, coarse ball of dough (about 3 minutes). If necessary, add a little more water. Let the dough rest 5 minutes.
2. Knead the dough on a lightly floured surface until the dough feels stiff yet supple, with a satiny, slightly tacky feel, 2 to 3 minutes. If the dough seems too soft or too tacky, sprinkle over just enough flour as needed.
3. Place the dough in a lightly oiled bowl, cover tightly with plastic wrap, and place it in the refrigerator for at least 1 hour and up to several hours. Keep in mind that the bagels must be shaped before proofing overnight.
4. When ready to shape the bagels, line a baking sheet with lightly greased parchment paper or a silicone baking mat.
5. Remove the dough from the refrigerator and divide it into 6 to 8 equal pieces. Form each piece into a loose, round ball by rolling it on a clean, dry work surface with a cupped hand; do not use any flour on the surface. If the dough slides around and won’t ball up, wipe the work surface with a damp paper towel and try again – the slight amount of moisture will provide enough “bite” for the dough to form a ball. When each piece has been formed into a ball, you are ready to shape the bagels.
6. Using your hands and a fair amount of pressure, roll each dough ball into a “rope” 8 to 10 inches long. (Moisten the work surface with a damp paper towel, if necessary, to get the necessary bite or friction). Slightly taper the rope at the ends so that they are thinner than the middle. Place one end of the dough between your thumb and forefinger and wrap it around your hand until the ends overlap in your palm; they should overlap by about 2 inches. Squeeze the overlapping ends together and then press the joined ends into the work surface, rolling them back and forth a few times until they are completely sealed.
7. Remove the dough from your hand and squeeze as necessary to even out the thickness so that there is a 2-inch hole in the center. Place the bagel on the prepared sheet pan. Repeat with the other pieces. Lightly wipe the bagels with oil, cover with plastic wrap and place in the refrigerator overnight.
8. Remove the bagels from the refrigerator 90 minutes before you plan to bake them. Fill a large stockpot with 3 quarts of water (be sure the water is at least 4 inches deep), cover with a lid, and slowly bring the water to a boil. When it comes to a boil, add the remaining teaspoon of salt and 1 teaspoon of baking soda, reduce the heat and simmer with the lid on.
9. Thirty minutes before baking, heat the oven to 500 degrees.
10. Test the bagels by placing one in a bowl of cold water. If it sinks and doesn’t float to the surface, return it to the sheet, wait 15 minutes and then test it again. When one bagel passes the float test, they are ready for the pot.
11. Gently lift each bagel and drop it into the simmering water. Add as many as will comfortably fit in the pot. After 1 minute, use a slotted spoon to flip each bagel over. Poach for an extra 30 seconds. Using the slotted spoon, remove each bagel and return it to the lined baking sheet. Continue until all the bagels have been poached. Generously sprinkle each bagel with a topping.
12. Place the baking sheet in the oven and reduce the heat to 450 degrees. Bake for 8 minutes and then rotate the sheet (if using two sheets, also switch their positions). Check the underside of the bagels. If they are getting too dark, place another sheet under the baking sheet. Bake until the bagels are golden brown, an additional 8 to 12 minutes. Remove from the oven and transfer the bagels to a rack for at least 30 minutes before serving.
I found this recipe a la The Wednesday Chef. She’s got photos of the whole process over on her blog. I would suggest doubling the recipe just so that you don’t have to go through all that effort for 6 bagels. You can always freeze the extras. Happy Bageling!
Luv,
Kristy
p.s. I am now obsessed with making all things that include the ingredient “flour” from scratch. Tonight I made my own tortillas for taco night.
photographs by me, Kristy Joy Carlson.
I should add that I know the fear is coming, cue “dun-dunt dun-dunt dun-dunt” a-la Jaws. I can smell it, it’s not far off. When it does come, I really hope I can feel the fear and do it anyway, and not panic in the water while getting eaten alive. This morning I feel like life is swallowing me up. There are so many changes ahead and I am not sure that I can climb all of the hills on this huge journey. A journey ending and beginning in a simple place where life is hard and I will be forced to learn a new way doing almost everything. I’m a little angry that God would ask so much of me, and I am telling him just that, despite the fact that it sounds really selfish coming out of my mouth.
I still feel the truth of what I wrote yesterday.
We are made for this, meant for this.
Today I don’t want it.
Today it feels like too much.
Today I am getting away.
Time to think, breathe, evaluate, get refreshed, get out of town.
Rediscover a woman with strength.
Remember women who have gone before me.
Rest.
Un-think.
Re-think.
Refresh.
Bye.
Luv,
me


A guy with a whole lotsa fame to his name, Justin Bonello, looked me in the eyes this week and asked, “Aren’t you scared?” I had to think about it for a minute, and then I said “no.” It shocked me that I said no, I didn’t want to say no, and suddenly I got a little scared that I wasn’t scared. I wanted to say, “Getting ready to meet you, Mr. Superstar, had me shakin’ in my boots far more than the thought of moving to Burundi.”
I should be scared, for cryin’ out loud, I’m moving my kids to the middle of nowhere Africa… but I’m not. Maybe I need a slap in the face (please don’t). I don’t think it’s because I am extra brave or anything, but the truth is… I am scared not to go.
What would happen if we didn’t follow our dreams and just stayed in a place that was comfortable for us? I think that we would die a slow death. Risk is worth it, if it’s in pursuit of a dream that makes you “tick”. We were made for this, meant for this, we belong there. It doesn’t scare me, but the honest truth is… it totally overwhelms me. Right now I find myself unable to face the packing, the decisions, the “what to bring” lists, and the uncertainty of the months ahead. I’m tired and right now, it feels like too much for my heart to handle. I just want all the boxes packed, the goodbyes said, and the move finished…
…and I want French to somehow inject itself into my brain and stick there, magically!
Luckily for me I have three men in my life, two of them tiny, that make me follow rule #6 from The Art of Possibility (on my top 10 list for best reads of all time). What’s rule #6 you ask? Well, it’s “Quit taking yourself so damn seriously.” What are the other rules you want to know? There aren’t any.
This afternoon I am hoping to apply rule #6 and have a little fun in “the now” just like we did on the beach last week…















Luv,
me