I’m a cereal kinda girl. Granola? Love it. Granola bars? Love those, too. Quaker Toasted Oatmeal is darn near perfect. You can stuff cereal into muffins. You can make it into treats that are drenched in pink sprinkles. Chex Mix, anyone? Corn Flakes are smashed and sprinkled over casserole. Chicken is dredged in cereal crumbs and baked …
I like to play in the kitchen. Sometimes I’m inspired by magazine articles or blogs I read. On occasion it’s the weather. Other times it’s my mood. Colors and cravings definitely come into play. And then there are days I am inspired by necessity. There is the desire to use up all the leftovers. Sometimes …
Chocolate solves a lot of problems. It solves little boys forgetting their homework problems. It puts a layer of caramelly candy bar and fresh whipped creamed over wounded pride when you realize you’ve been wearing two different shoes all day. It even pairs nicely with pumpkin to soothe my nerves after a seriously unpleasant encounter with the …
Today is one of those rarest of days that I really don’t have much to say. That never happens, so I’m just gonna tell you to “enjoy!” I’m sure I’ll be rambling on again in an hour or two. Perhaps I should up my caffeine intake… ? For now I’ll let these photos of tender pasta rolled up …
Yesterday, while revealing my new blog about how Trailer Trashtastic my mobile home can be, I also made a promise of yummy pasta all cheesy bacon and eggy. It’s a promise I intend to keep, without even procrastinating! Well maybe I did sleep in a little, but whatever… it’s Saturday.
We all know that weekday rush to put some semblance of nutrition on the dinner table in a reasonable amount of time. Monday through Friday means work, school, traffic, activities, homework, stress. Stress. More Stress. Raise your hand if you wanna stress about what to eat! Anyone? Hullo? Right. Me neither. Pinterest has yielded, yet …
Yesterday was dreary and rainy. To make matters worse, I had a sick(ish) kid at home. It was a day that made me want a hot cup of tea on my sofa with a blanket and a book. But since there was no time for curling up on the couch, I moved on to the …
I come from a family of hard working service professionals. My dad worked as a maitre d’ when he was in his twenties. My mom waited tables at night when we were little so that she could work and still be home with us during the day. She kept that up for more than 20 …
Sometimes when I sit down at my computer, all ready to write and be creative and feel productive… I get stuck. There are days that the words flow from my fingers before I even realized I typed them. There are mornings that stories form in my head while I’m packing school lunches or washing my …
My little guy, Evan likes to leave me notes. He will go through an entire stack of copy paper in a week if you don’t watch him. He sneaks into my room and tapes things to the back of my bedroom door so that when I close the door his letter to me is in my face. …