Hey! Remember before when I was an obnoxious brat? Well it’s about to get WAY worse because I just received an award!
The Liebster Blog Award is given to people with fewer than 200 followers, by their peers. Yeah, I have peers. And I owe a big, fat thank you to one of my favourite bloggers, Coffee Powered Mom. Check her out. We are officially BMBF (Blogging Mom Best Friends). You’re awesome! Thank you!
So, a few weeks back I mentioned that I had this rash on my face. It sucks. It’s itchy, it burns sometimes, and let’s face it, I look like an awkward teenager again. The awkward teenager look is okay on teenagers, but no one should have to live through it twice. That’s just cruel.
Hot, I know. And this isn’t even close to how it looks at it’s worst!
Anyway, I got this rash and I went to the doctor, and he immediately said, “Do you have a family history of Lupus?” I said no, to which he replied, “Really?!?” Then he asked me about some other symptoms I may be having. He ran through a list of them.
Of course, I answered “yes” to all of the above. As would any mother of three toddlers. Let’s look at that list again, paired with possible causes.
Just looking for investors! Get in on the ground floor.
Lora
There is love…and then there’s the way I feel about bread. If I could fashion a casket from some crusty bread, I may reconsider my fear of death. OMG. I just had an amazing idea for my next craft project. A bread bed. That’s all I’ll say for now.
Anyway…
I think I’ll begin this tale with a little (seemingly unrelated) detour.
So, I had a birthday in March. I didn’t post about it, because, well I don’t know why. (That’s just something lazy people say to explain something away, without explaining anything at all.) My mom had a nice, little party at her house for me. Here’s the short version of what went down:
I almost named this post, Dinner Tonight, because no matter what day you read this on, it’s a pretty safe bet that this would make an excellent choice for just such an occasion.
This soup is hearty, delicious, easy and very inexpensive, thus making it probably my most favourite meal, ever. I haven’t posted this recipe before now, because it is impossible to photograph nicely. Does anyone even say “photograph” any more? Photograph? It sounds so, pre-telephone. This post was actually typed on a typewriter and my notes were written with a feather dipped into an inkwell. Hold on a sec, I have to go answer my telegraph.
I’m back. It was the 1800′s calling. They said, “Stop embarrassing yourself by broadcasting how little you know about us.” Newfangled devices these days…they always have so much attitude.
ANYWAY…
The soup. It’s amazing. And I guarantee you’ll be making it at LEAST twice a week, for the foreseeable future. Here is a picture, but you should know, that it really does this goldmine no favours.
Maybe I should rename it, Sausage and Lentil Stew. It’s very hearty, like I said.
Anyway, it pulls it’s primary flavours from the sausage, lentils, and this little guy who, incidentally, I like to call “my other husband.”
Alleluia!
Okay.
So, I was charged with making cupcakes for my cousin’s baby shower. Intimidating? A little. But to add to it, my cousin and our friend who was also in attendance, are my weight-loss buddies. If you’re going to ask someone who you’re supposed to be supporting, to vacate their diet for ANY reason, it better be a damn delicious reason. So I had to come up with something really good.
I did.
Alright…busted. These are not the ACTUAL cupcakes I made for the shower…but there was a rush, I tell ya, yeah, a real rush, and I was late, and in the kerfuffle I forgot to take a picture. Have you ever taken a picture in a kerfuffle? It’s not easy, so lay off man. I made chocolate cupcakes for the shower, so use your brain and imagine your own damn picture. Hmpf. Continue reading
I was scrambling around like a maniac making lunch and yelling at everyone to stop fighting, stay away from the counter or get in their chairs. The usual lunchtime routine. Anyhow, I finally got all the food on the table and the butts in the chairs, then sat down to eat my lunch.
Ruby was grinning at me, and I couldn’t figure out why, until I saw this:
Then in her quiet little “good girl” voice, she said, “I made a flower for you mom. That’s the vase.”
The BEST.
I love her.
No you cannot have her.
The end.
My birthday is coming up, and since I know you are DYING to know what I’d like for a gift…here it is.
It’s a measuring cup/syringe…for sucking up and measuring peanut butter, butter, whatever! If you buy me this, I will make you the best peanut butter cookies you’ve ever had.
It’s only $9.50 so I guess I could just buy it myself. But to be honest, I’m really a bad gift receiver. I’m totally ungrateful and often mock the gift and giver, so after last year’s birthday fiasco, I vowed I’d never get myself another gift again. Bitch.
You should get me one though! You can order it here.
Thanks!
Lora
If there is one thing I know, it’s banana bread. I have been tweaking this recipe for the past four or so years, and it can be improved no more. It is perfection. With the plethora of monkeys running around this circus we call home, there is also no shortage of bananas to experiment with.
This particular banana bread earned its name from the most common comment I get from anyone who tries it. “Oh, now that’s a bad idea [having that hanging around.]“ And I have to agree, it is.
The base for this banana bread rarely makes it into “bread” form – it disappears too quickly when Chris is allowed to slice his own portions – so it usually ends up as muffins.
My husband, Chris, found this device at Walmart. LOVE IT! In the 10 seconds it took to take it out of it’s packaging, my daughters went from anti-sandwich to sandwich cheerleaders!
It’s a crust-cutter-offer that makes any sandwich into two Getyourkidtoeatasauras dinosaurs.
Look at how cute that is!
Heck, it makes me want to eat it.
