With my recent cooking debacle as depicted in Attack of the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Blob, I wanted to assure my readers that not everything that comes out of my kitchen is a complete disaster. I have, in fact, found the Holy Grail of kitchen time/money hacks: peanut butter. Like marshmallows, my family can put some peanut …
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When Marshmallows Attack
Easily make marshmallows with six ingredients, her recipe says. Pulling off a homemade marshmallow recipe is easier than you think, she boasts. My family puts marshmallows away like they are going out of style. Big ones for the massive amounts of s’mores we consume, little ones floating in hot chocolate, flavored ones just because, marshmallows for …
Meow
It was Easter time, two years ago in the Land of Guam, when I happened upon her. She was beautiful; her pink and white fur gleamed, and her two black eyes were like bits of polished onyx under the fluorescent lighting. Her shirt bore the embroidered message “hug me”. Awwww. She was the most aesthetically …
Mouse Pie
After watching James get awarded his red/brown belt tonight, signifying the start of his third phase in karate, my husband and I thought it only fitting to run through the local ice cream drive thru for a treat. James’ reading skills are greatly improving. Tired of waiting for me to read the Harry Potter series …
Madagascar Bourbon Vanilla Beans
A friend stopped by work today and brought these beauties: Madagascar Bourbon Vanilla Beans! They were wrapped in bundles with cellophane, and secured in a Ziploc bag, but even those measures didn't prevent the scent of them distracting me the rest of the work day. She has no idea how wonderful of a treat this …
You Say Toe-may-toe, I Say Toe-mah-toe
Describing my dad’s garden in Brussel Sprouts That Don’t Taste Like a Cave must have got me in the mood for my garden, because last night, after the kids were in bed and the dinner dishes done, I couldn’t wait to start my seeds for this year’s garden. Armed with a pair of tweezers and …
Chicken Shit and Eggs
We started our chicken adventure in the spring of 2013. We bought six chicks, each member of the family picking out and naming their own. My husband and I tried reasoning with Alaina, the oldest. The scrawny little chick she picked out probably wouldn’t even make the truck ride home, we tried telling her. It …
Brussels Sprouts That Don’t Taste Like a Cave
One of my favorite memories as a little girl was sneaking out to my dad's garden, picking a ripe, sun-warmed tomato, and biting into the juicy red flesh. Sometimes, I would even sneak out a little salt, tied up in a napkin, to season my tomato with. Yum - salted tomatoes are still one of …
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Moths and Screaming Beagles
My eight-year old son has my heart. From the day I found out I was having a little boy, to the first time I laid eyes on his chubby little cherub face, through the past several years of growing pains, and even today when leaving for work: he had to give me an extra hug, "just because Ma!" …
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