I'm not cooking this week.
Life has been a bit over-packed with happenings and stress and so in planning this week's meals, I through out any kind of plan and went to Whole Foods and bought food that someone else had made. Steak, meatloaf, chicken... all looking yummy because someone else had done the prep work and the cooking.
This week it's all about reheating.
Amen.
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Sunday, September 18, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Time Check
I know exactly how long it takes me to run through a bottle of vanilla extract: 2 years.
My sister got married around 2 years ago, and brought me back this yummy bottle o' vanilla from her honeymoon in Mexico. I probably don't bake as much as I did before having kids, but my current pace appears to be 1 bottle = 2 years.
Turbo starts a new school this week, and I wanted to bake some goodies to show my affection and deep appreciation for his wonderful teachers. Turbo has been with his current teacher for an entire year, and we really lucked out. This woman is patient and dear and the perfect match for how long it took Turbo to potty train. We will miss you, Miss Aura!!
Tonight I made a double batch of fudge brownies (from Better Homes and Garden, page 124) and I had exactly 2 teaspoons left, both of which were needed and lovingly dumped into the vat of chocolate-y goo that will soon be cooled and cut into squares for Turbo's teachers and his school staff. We're changing schools now too, since Turbo is going into preschool.
He's going to be smarter than me very, very soon. I can feel it.
My sister got married around 2 years ago, and brought me back this yummy bottle o' vanilla from her honeymoon in Mexico. I probably don't bake as much as I did before having kids, but my current pace appears to be 1 bottle = 2 years.
Turbo starts a new school this week, and I wanted to bake some goodies to show my affection and deep appreciation for his wonderful teachers. Turbo has been with his current teacher for an entire year, and we really lucked out. This woman is patient and dear and the perfect match for how long it took Turbo to potty train. We will miss you, Miss Aura!!
Tonight I made a double batch of fudge brownies (from Better Homes and Garden, page 124) and I had exactly 2 teaspoons left, both of which were needed and lovingly dumped into the vat of chocolate-y goo that will soon be cooled and cut into squares for Turbo's teachers and his school staff. We're changing schools now too, since Turbo is going into preschool.
He's going to be smarter than me very, very soon. I can feel it.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
My Mom is My Google
I'm a Google girl. Not so much Yahoo or Bing, but when I want to find something, I Google it. I love to scour the Internet for an answer to some question that must be located rightthissecond.
But, to be honest, my first instinct for many things, at least when it comes to cooking, is to call my mom.
For example, I realized, much to my embarrassment, that I've never hard boiled an egg.
[pauses to let the laughter die down.]
It's time to give my daughter egg yolks and the best way to feed them to her, with no egg-white contamination, is to hard boil the egg and then separate. Easy, smashy food for a gummy mouth to figure out how to eat.
My mom is currently on vacation, so I'm waiting to call her, and haven't even considered Googling it. For me, I just want to have that knowledge from my mom. I love that something as simple as hard boiling an egg is something that can pass down through generations.
If I Google it, I'll be bombarded with way too many opinions on the method and time involved in this simple skill. I don't want all that. I want to filter out that noise.
I want my mom.
But, to be honest, my first instinct for many things, at least when it comes to cooking, is to call my mom.
For example, I realized, much to my embarrassment, that I've never hard boiled an egg.
[pauses to let the laughter die down.]
It's time to give my daughter egg yolks and the best way to feed them to her, with no egg-white contamination, is to hard boil the egg and then separate. Easy, smashy food for a gummy mouth to figure out how to eat.
My mom is currently on vacation, so I'm waiting to call her, and haven't even considered Googling it. For me, I just want to have that knowledge from my mom. I love that something as simple as hard boiling an egg is something that can pass down through generations.
If I Google it, I'll be bombarded with way too many opinions on the method and time involved in this simple skill. I don't want all that. I want to filter out that noise.
I want my mom.
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