So the other day I was updating my “Recipes” page on my blog, when I realized it looks like 90% of my diet consists of cookies, brownies, cakes and cupcakes. This, I can assure you, is not the case, but this funny thing always happens at meal time.
How do I describe it best? Let’s see…oh yes. I feel kind of like King Kong, toward the end of the movie…when he’s hanging on to the Empire States Building and the planes are attacking him.
The guy just wants to save his dignity and his damn soul mate…give him some space. Instead, all of these planes start diving at him, trying to shoot him or knock him off or whatever, and what was previously a safe, stable situation, is suddenly death defying. Yeah, that’s how I feel about making dinner.
I’m balancing pots and pans, stirring with both hands and pouring juice with my right foot. And while I’m doing this, toys are flying everywhere, and the kids are running around screaming trying to get me to lay a verdict on who’s doll is who’s. Then, by the time I get everything on the table and sit down to eat, I can’t switch out of that rushy-rushy-hurry-uppy mode, and I scarf all of my food down before I can even look at it, let alone take a picture of it.
That’s why I rarely post the food I make for dinner. You see, there’s never a rush on baking. I guess that’s why I love it so much. I do it at night when the kids are in bed, or in the day while they’re watching a movie or whatever. No one’s hungry, no one’s crazy, no one’s bugging me and there’s plenty of time for a food-o-shoot. Not dinner though.
Well…today that all changes.
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