24 Şubat 2013 Pazar

Rovali's in Ogden Offering Express Lunch

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Rovali's new express menu boards

Rovali's on Ogden's Historic 25th Street is now offering an express lunch menu with quick-serve items such as pizza by the slice, calzones, salads, lunch combos, awesome sandwiches including our brand new pizza sub, take-out and curb side pickup.Rovali’s Ristorante Express Lunch idea was created to give downtown business people another option when they have only 30 minutes or less for lunch.  And for the budget conscious; we have our pizza by the slice for as little as $2.75 or lunch combo that includes a half sandwich, bag of chips, soft drink, cup of soup or side salad all for $9.99!  We also have our call-ahead ordering if you want to dine in.  If you haven’t tried our espresso bar or homemade desserts; you are in for a real treat! Our Express Lunch is offered Monday through Friday from 11 a.m. to 4 p.m.  Rovali’s Ristorante Italiano is located at 174 25th Street Ogden, Utah (online at rovalis.com)."We think this will be a great option for people who don't really have much of a lunch break, but still want to have  a quality meal, " said owner Alex Montanez . "We say, why settle for fast food when you can have great homemade food fast?" Rovali's Ristorante, located at 174 25th Street, is a family-owned and operated restaurant that has been in business for nearly 7 years and on 25th Street for three years. 

Filling in The Gaps: What Really Happens in Other People's Homes

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I've written before that it can be so easy to feel like magic and wonder happens nonstop in our friend's houses, or others whom we admire, while life at our own home can be so lackadaisical. We imagine (or hear about) happy picnics, creative crafts, and loving interactions; meanwhile, we're buried in laundry, dishes, and undone chores, while our children squabble with each other, whine, complain, and fail to respond cheerfully, quickly, and obediently at times (many times). Reading whimsical status updates on Facebook or inspiring blog posts only serves to makes us feel more discouraged about real life in our very real home.

For example, awhile back, I read about a good friend's homeschool day. Her sons reenacted Jamestown by building forts out of Lincoln Logs (my boys just throw Lincoln Logs every which way and have yet to build any kind of structure). She shared that her sons went outside to "build wattle and daub [mud] walls just as the colonists did for their homes and buildings inside the fort." They "drove stakes (small sticks) into the ground, intertwined vines...in between the stakes and formed mud around the structure to dry and harden."

Doesn't that sound highly creative and tremendously impressive? The sting of comparison began; I wished we could have a day like that, where the boys were that creative with their play and got along well enough and long enough to work together on projects like that.

And yet...

My friend was honest enough to "fill in the gaps." With her permission, I'll share what really happened (from her post):
"Today was honestly a very frustrating day...I felt that nothing was getting done to the level that I had expected it to. My plan for sitting and reading turned into a disaster as books were falling off the couch, Hannah was all over, drooling over everything and screeching. Austen kept zoning out, Moriah was being a complete 'Ramona' and Jay was fine.

When we were outside building our walls, Austen kept asking me over and over if there were ants outside, and if they were going to climb up their wall (to see my son's opinion of ants see this post nature walk turns deadly.) Then, when the boys went upstairs they kept coming down over and over because "so-and-so was not helping, they weren't sure how to do it....". I had imagined them upstairs for hours playing and creating this fort. Darn you expectations. THEN, our Lincoln Logs kept falling over, Hannah again, crept upstairs and tried to be the jolly green giant and overtake the poor Indians and Colonists. Then, after it was all over, Moriah destroyed the entire fort. The icing on the cake.

To say that I felt quite defeated today was for sure. It was just a frustrating day. I want every day to move seamless and smooth and that is an unrealistic expectation, I want Moriah to be a "big helper" everyday and that is unrealistic. Finally, tonight, the kids were told to go upstairs to brush teeth.....we hear run, laugh, run, laugh, scream.....run upstairs and Austen caught a corner with his forehead, huge bump, huge gash that by God's grace did not break open and averting a trip to the Urgent Care and huge screams. Ok, breathe, God give me grace right now because more than anything I feel angry for their disobedience. Needless to say, I am thankful they are in bed...

Anyone else ever have days like mine? More than anything I want to down an iced mocha with whip....more than anything....but since we have no coffee and I am too tired to go out , I"ll settle for crackers and iced water instead. Here's to a new day tomorrow."
 ---What I love about Amanda's post is--it's real. And it made me feel better about my own situation. (Ha ha). I love the crackers and ice water part, too. It's just real life.

We can live our lives comparing ourselves to a standard that doesn't exist, because we are all imperfect people. Or we can embrace the days that we have been given and live them out fully, to the best of our ability. With heaping spoonfuls of God's grace, we can aim to make magic within our own walls. But when we hit reality, as everyone does (even though you won't hear about it on Facebook), know that you're not the only one. Most people simply fail to fill in the gaps.


(P.S. I really recommend Amanda's blog, Spilled Milk and Wet Kisses. Especially for homeschool moms, I think it will inspire and encourage you, as it points you closer to the Lord. Take a look around; you'll be glad you did)

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Replacing "I Can't" with "I Can"

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"Mommy, will you build a castle tower with me?" asked my little three-year old buddy.

"I can't right now," I was about to say, but I stopped myself. Why couldn't I? What was I about to do? Putz around the house and look for stuff to pick up? Load dishes into the dishwasher? Throw laundry in the wash? Important tasks, yes, when it comes to keeping our home running smoothly, but so important that I couldn't sit on the floor and build a castle tower with my son?  

On the heels of my friend's post about playing with our kids, I resolved to say, "I can't" less and "I can" more.

We sat on the floor with the instruction booklet, and we built the castle out of blocks. It really didn't take that long (maybe 15 minutes), and it was actually quite fun. The laundry didn't mind waiting. My son treasured his little castle that he built with Mom (until baby sister crawled over and knocked it down).

Yesterday, after the boys woke their baby sister up from her nap too soon, I was rather frustrated. "Will you read me this story, Mommy?" one asked. Feeling a little grouchy, I was about to respond, "I can't right now; let's go downstairs." But I stopped myself and tried the "I can" challenge.

We all curled up on the bed with pillows piled all around, cuddled up together, laid with heads touching and read Can't You Sleep, Little Bear?


I realized then that it will be the "I can" moments that reward us with the sweetest memories of motherhood. We can so easily miss out on them with two seemingly simple words, "I can't." Yet, they'll rob us of the joy we could experience in everyday moments at home if we resolved to say "I can" more often.

"I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me." (Phil. 4:13).
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What's On My Floors Could Be the Death of My Daughter

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My three sons have learned a new phrase in the past few weeks:

Choking hazard.

A curious, crawling eight-month old baby loves to find things and put them into her mouth--things that I might miss, that the boys lazily leave lying around. Things like candy wrappers, coins, band-aid peels. Things that could easily cause a baby to choke.

We've had a few incidents.

The first involved the peel from the back of a band-aid. I didn't know one of the boys had gotten a band-aid, unwrapped it, and left the wrappers on the floor. Little Lauren was crawling around the kitchen, and suddenly, I heard her gagging. Nothing puts more panic in the heart of a momma than to see her baby's face turning red as she's gagging and struggling to get air.

I turned her over my leg, thumped on her back several times, and prayed. Fortunately, a few days before, I had asked my husband what you're supposed to do if an infant is choking on something, if turning them over and thumping them on the back doesn't help. He reminded me that you're supposed to look in the mouth and finger sweep the item out if you can see it or feel it.

That's when I could see the band-aid peel stuck far back on the roof of her mouth, going down her esophagus.  I prayed that I could quickly get it out, without pushing it down further.

Doing this on a frantic baby is about as easy as it would be on a cat. It was sight unseen, but it worked. The wrapper came out.

It took all day for my nerves to calm down.

Since then, we've had another scare with another kind of wrapper or piece of construction paper(I can't remember what it was; I only remember the gagging and turning red). Just today, I had to fish a Hershey's kiss foil wrapper out of her mouth.

While extremely scary, these ordeals have been a great kick in the pants for the boys to learn better habits. They cannot be so lazy, for lack of a better word, to just peel something and let the wrapper drop and lay. They cannot take coins out of their piggy banks and leave them on the floor. Everyone must pay super close attention to what is on the floor and remove anything that could be a choking hazard.

As for me, I need to diligently sweep the kitchen and vacuum other rooms, watching closely for little items that may not be a big deal normally but are a huge deal with a baby. 

Looking on the bright side, having a baby can be a huge motivator to step up one's home management.

Religion (Faith) IS For Children: A Response to an Athiest Who Doesn't Want Her Child Invited to Church

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I realize that I am preaching to the choir here, for my regular readers. This post is my response to a post I read called “Stop Inviting My Kid to Church: Religionis Not for Children.” I hope that sharing my thoughts will help us become more confident in shining as a light in an increasingly relativistic culture.
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The vibrant hues of sunsets and sunrises, the intricatebeauty of flowers like irises, lilies and orchids, the melody of birds chirping, thecomplex structure of a cell and the total failure of brilliant scientists tocreate “even the most basic chemicals used as building blocks for the largerchemicals of living cells” all attest that nothing is here by accident, butrather by the work of a brilliant and benevolent Creator.  [1]
As I sat outside, reading with my children, and marveling atthe sheer glory of the early summer day, it all evidenced to me, as philosopherBlaise Pascal has written, that one has only to look outside in nature tobelieve there must be a Creator.  Consideringthe wonder of all living things and how everything fits together so perfectly, itseems absolutely absurd to believe—as many do—that this is all the result offreak of nature, a big bang.
Even my seven-year old son sees holes in evolutionary logic.“What caused a big bang?”, and “How do people get their ideas to make and buildstuff? And how are there ants and bumblebees and hornets and flies?” 
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This conversation commenced after I told him about anarticle I read this weekend, called “Stop Inviting My Kid to Church: Religion is Not for Children.” In it, the author—Ms Joy FG, an atheist—expresses herangst for people who invite her children to church. She believes that children areeasily impressionable and will believe whatever they are taught, so she aims tostay neutral (or so she says) on the “big beliefs” and not steer her childrentoward any belief, but rather let them arrive at their own beliefs.
She writes: “There are a lot of things I believe in. Love.Family. Honesty. Gravity. Kindness. Nature. Science.”
But where do virtues like love, honesty, and kindnessoriginate? Where does one’s conscience come from? The big bang?
She goes on,
“I understand why these children feel it is imperative to invite Miss N tochurch. It is a fun place where they sing songs, eat a snack and talk about theunderlying fear of what happens after you die. These children love Miss N andeven though they can't quite articulate it in this way, they think we'refailing Miss N and her brother by not taking them to church.
This part will be touchy for people who do not believe the same as we do andI respect that; I'll raise my kids and you can raise yours. I do notthink religion is for children. I think that they should be exposed tothe beliefs of all people, and while I will tell my children "this is whatMommy and Daddy believe," I do not expect her to believe the same thing…
Ms JoyFG is sadly mistaken, in my opinion.

“Religion” (although I wouldprefer to use the term faith, as it involvesthe mind and the heart, rather than a weekly ritual) is absolutely forchildren. Here’s why.

If we were made, not by a chance explosion (which just happened to be themost brilliant accident ever) but bya Creator, then wouldn’t it make sense to introduce the children the Creatorhas made to their Creator at an early age? Wouldn’t you want to teach themabout the Creator who created them? Yes, going to church (“religion”) is partof that process, but there’s so much more. And it doesn’t involve a treat-bag“bribe,” as Ms Joy FG states. (But isn’tshe for acts of kindness?).

It’s like this: If I was invited to a famous movie-star’s house for dinner,one of whom I was, and I could invite a friend, I would want you to go with me.Simply because you’re my friend. I care about you, and I want you to meet him,too. I want you in on the experience.

Ms Joy FG writes that there are many “right ways in the world”, but whathappens if my right way clashes with your right way? Whose is wrong? The flawin this logic can be seen in something as simple as streets. In America, theright way to drive is on the right side of the road. In England, you drive onthe left. If you both try to follow your right way in the other’s country, youwill have a head-on collision). People cannot always be right, at the sametime. Absolutes are necessary (although they’re getting much harder to find inculture today).

I am unapologetically a Christian, just as Ms Joy FG is unapologetically anatheist. My right way is Jesus, and yes, I believe there is enough proof fromboth history and written texts to make that an absolute. But I also understandthat many do not believe the same. We can debate ideas, while respecting peopleand treating them kindly.

No matter what we believe, I think we can all agree that Jesus was an actualhistorical figure. And he was quoted as saying, “Let the little children cometo me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such asthese.” (Matthew 19:14).

That’s what we’re doing when we’re taking our children to church, andinviting other children to church. We’re extending an invitation for them tomeet the one we believe created all that is seen and unseen. We want to get toknow Him better and follow His ways. And yes, sadly, not all churches orChristians are great examples. But we don’t throw the baby out with thebathwater.

While Ms Joy FG defends her view that religion is off-limits for childrenbecause we shouldn’t talk with them in absolutes, does her absolutes-are-out-of-styleapproach to child-rearing extend to other beliefs, such as what foods they eatat meals and snacks, what kind of shows they watch, what kinds of behaviors herchildren engage in? Or are setting, and sticking to, absolutes there as parentsok?

 Despite her efforts to keep herdaughter from any sort of religion (because she’s too impressionable), she has indeed done what she set out not todo: gained a follower in her atheism, which is—ironically--a religion. “I amvery proud of Miss N,” she writes, “that she tells her friends that she has herown beliefs and their church is not the place for her -- it's like school forpeople who believe in their god, it's not really our place.”

Ms Joy FG says she doesn’t judge us and asks us not to judge her, but yet,her statement about church—“It is a fun place where they sing songs, eat asnack and talk about the underlying fear of what happens after you die”—soundspretty judgemental to me.

What if Ms Joy FG is wrong in her assessment that the invitations aremotivated by fear?

Could it all be motivated by love (and truth)? Everything. The creation we see—nature,like trees, flowers, stars, and people—our beautiful children, friends, family,neighbors; and the things we do, like learning about God, and even, invitingothers to church.

As you go to church, read your Bible, and learn about Jesus, you realize thereis no fear of what happens after death. We’ll all come to know the absolutetruth of what he said in the end. In the meantime, I’m taking my kids tochurch, and we might even invite some kids to come with us…
 
Although I would not normally quote the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU), our state's ACLU director was quoted as saying (paraphrased): when we disagree on issues, we don't silent discussion. We have more discussion. That's what I'm aiming to do with this post.
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[1]Institute of Creation Research (http://www.icr.org/creation-cells/)

23 Şubat 2013 Cumartesi

Shabu Launches A Gluten-Free Menu

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Shabu, a locally owned Asian fusion restaurant in Park City, has formally announced its new winter gluten-free menu.  
Already well known for sushi, Shabu Shabu hot pots, and creative sake-tinis, chef Bob Valaika sought to create a full range of gluten-free items. 
 “We wanted every item on our gluten-free menu to be so fantastic and unique that anyone — not just gluten-free diners — would want to order from it,” explained Valaika. 
So he crafted a variety of innovative small plates, large plates and sides.The chef recommends his Miso-Glazed Black Cod with buckwheat egg foo yong, Samurai Scallops, and Chilled Thai Melon Soup. 
The full gluten-free menu can be seen online at http://shabuparkcity.com/menu/gluten-free/Shabu is located at 442 Main Street in Park City. 

Ogden's 25th Street Raising Its Sundance Profile

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Alex Montanez hopes to attract Sundance film goers to Ogden's 25th Street.   
   Park City usually steals most of the thunder during Sundance Film Festival, and some people may not even realize that Ogden's Peery Egyptian Theater is one of the festival's film venues.
   But some Ogden business  owners hope to change that, including Alex Montanez. He's the owner of Rovali's Ristorante, and chairman of the Historic 25th Street Asssociation.
   Interestingly enough, Montanez told me he grew up hating 25th Street.
   Last week I interviewed Montanez for my column in today's Standard-Examiner.
He told me his dad worked for the railroad, and spent a lot of his time on 25th Street back in the day when it was known for seedy hotels, bars and other vices. "At nights, I would go from bar to bar looking for him," he recalled.
   But now, he's become one of the street's biggest cheerleaders, as chairman of the Historic 25th Street Association.  He and his family first opened their restaurant in a Layton strip mall near a Wal-Mart. But they found that 25th Street was a better location.
  Of course, 25th Street has changed a lot from its heyday, when Union Station was a major railroad junction. Known as "Two-Bit Street " due to rampant prostitution, it was also home to bars, gambling, and narcotics. During Prohibition, from 1920-1933, a number of "speakeasies" sold illegal alcohol. In 1999, I interviewed Chris Pappas, whose grandfather George Pappas owned what was known as The Club and the Roosevelt Hotel. He showed me a small buzzer that was still under a windowof The Club. When the "Feds" were coming, someone would hit the buzzer to alert everyone to stash the booze downstairs. The basements in the buildings were all connected with hidden doors, and the alcohol could be shuffled from one place to the next. Chris also took me downstairs to see those old basement and doors.  
  But that was then. In the '80s, a renaissance began. While still retaining the historic flavor, 25th Street has cleaned up its act, attracting art galleries, shops and locally owned eateries such as Rooster's, Union Grill, Rovali's, Jasoh, La Ferrovia, Karen's Cafe, Great Harvest Bread, Bistro 258, Brewskis, MacCool's Public House, Tona Sushi Bar, Lighthouse Sports Bar, Two Bit Street Cafe, and Lucky Slice Pizza.     As someone who has braved blizzard conditions driving Parley's Canyon to cover Sundance events in Park City, I can tell you it's a lot less hazardous driving to Ogden on I-15. And if you take the FrontRunner rail, you can get off at Union Station and walk a few blocks to the theater.  You probably won't have the excitement of catching a glimpse of Paris Hilton or Brittney Spears, but you also won't have the crowds to deal with as you do in Park City.
Chef Rogelio Nevarez of Rovali's shows off the Tour of Rovali's, a trio of lasagna, fettuccine Alfredo, and cheese ravioli, as a Sundance "dinner and a movie" option. credit: Valerie Phillips
  The Historic 25th Street Association is hoping you will make it "dinner and a movie," by stopping at one of the restaurants. Some of them (including Rovali's) are offering 15 percent off your total bill if you show your Sundance tickets.
    I think it's a good idea for the restaurants to also offer grab-and-go items, so people who don't have time to sit down to a full meal can still get something to eat and make it on time to their film. Montanez told me Rovali's is going to do this with an  "express" station to sell pizza by the slice and calzones.

   I'd also like to see some restaurants serving a nightly "Sundance" entree with a guarantee that if you order it, you can be served and on your way within 45 minutes or an hour.    Sometimes people are wary about trying out an unfamiliar restaurant if they're not sure how long it will take.  My husband and I learned the hard way when we had Utah Symphony tickets and tried out a new restaurant. We ended up missing the first half of the program (although I don't think my husband minded too much!).