Blue Plate Special
http://www.grubreport.com/blueplatespecial/pizza.html
I have been on a serious cooking spree lately, by which I mean, I really really WANT to cook tasty, gourmet stuff, and I read the recipes, and make shopping lists, and then, I just don't. Our dinners the last few days have consisted of:
chicken soup with bread dumplings
chicken stew with biscuit dumplings
pot roast
spaghetti and meatballs
leftovers
and tonight, another freezer meal, chili.
But the site above, combined with my trusty Culinary Institute cookbook (which does me the double brain buster favor of not only setting out recipes in batches of 30 servings but also does it using the metric system), has motivated me. Sometime this week, I will make at least one of the following: pizza dough, bread dough, or homemade pasta. Maybe it's just another part of the nesting phase.
You know you're a mail junky when...
...you have to literally crawl down your front stairs to get to the mailbox, because you back hurts just that badly. All that for some bills and fliers. But you never know when that fun letter or million dollar check will be waiting, right?
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I read the other day on another blog, one parent's observation that "Little Einsteins" was like crack for the two year old had me laughing for an hour or so. If any of you out there have little ones, and you need to get a few chores done like, oh...painting the house? Building a new garage? Put this show on a loop.
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Halloween for us was awesome. Maia was the cutest ladybug ever seen around these bug infested parts, and she took her Trick or Treat duties very seriously. What a difference from last year, when she really didn't care about anything but grabbing some candy and running away.
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Maiapropism of the day: "Mom, I have beetles in my toes."
Translation: "Mom, I have pins and needles in my toes."
I Ate At Lynne's And All I Got Was This Crappy Gallbladder
Heh...okay, inside joke. Last time Greg and I ate at my friend Lynne's house, he ended up in an ambulance at 1:00 am and subsequently had his gall bladder removed. Though the two incidents are truly mutally exclusive, teasing Lynne about her cooking never gets old. Well, never gets old
to me. And for the record, she and her husband are excellent cooks.
So I went there last night with our friend Andrea, who is due with her third girl one month before me. We ate take-out pizza (which explains why neither Andrea nor I went into labor - Ha! OK, I'll stop now) and abandoned counting WW points and just got caught up with our lives. Lynne's a newlywed, Andrea's got her hands full with her girls, things here are hectic, and we don't usually get together enough to keep caught up. The nights are too short, particularly when two of us are pregnant.
But...there is really something magical about hanging out with women who not all that long ago were just your best friends from college, who saw you at your best and your worst. From sharing beds on spring break to sharing clothes to not sharing shampoo while sharing an apartment. Through wanting boyfriends, cheating on boyfriends, stealing
each others boyfriends. And now, participating in each others weddings and family funerals and child rearing.
Well, anyhow. That's enough of that.
The joys of parenting...
...a three year old include being told that you're a drama queen. Yes, because I asked her to pay attention to putting her pants on, I got, "you always such a drama queen, Mom."
That may be true, but still, I don't think I was being
that dramatic about my request.
And try explaining why a "black sheep" is not an animal that you should use to describe a classmate, even if there was, in fact, a black sheep at the farm you visited.
