Allow me to take you back in time several weeks. Hop aboard.
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Tag Archives: baking
Aug19
Because I go to stupid lengths for humor
Like all great stories, this one begins and ends with zucchini.
Here’s what happened.
As planned, I made [read: commissioned Baking Daughter to make] muffins with the zucchini from the Senseis’ bounteous garden. I showed Sensei:
Sensei said, “Want to make a trade??? You need raw materials, I need finished goods.”
Jul19
Yes, I am alive. And, well…
Actually, I am well. I just wanted to use that title.
What’s most occupying me these days is a two-week girls’ self defense camp I’m teaching at my kids’ school. I’m halfway through and loving it. The girls are so attentive and into it. One girl showed up on day one looking the picture of, “I don’t want to be here, but my mom is making me do this.” However, she perked up quickly and was smiling throughout class. Win!
One of my daughters is helping me and is a dynamo. “I really like martial arts,” she said, and it shows.
One day we did Taekwondo kicks. Not in a position to be doing those myself, I spoke, Daughter demonstrated. Then, feeling nostalgic, she stood on one leg and threw kicks of different sorts in all directions. One student said, “Go, Elise!” And we clapped. Whichever girl she partners with I can ignore because I know Elise will help her with the moves as needed, leaving me to watch over the others.
She’s also multi-talented. For July 4th, she made mini cupcakes. Starting with white cake batter, she divided it into three bowls and put red and blue food coloring into each of the two other bowls. So, not only were the cupcakes striped red, white, and blue (and delicious), she used tweezers (washed first!) to painstakingly embellish the frosting with tiny sprinkles.
Sep5
This is beyond ridiculous. Time to unload some pics.
I found this image in my Picture File of Doom, aka that vast netherscape of random pics I’ve dumped into a folder for potential blog usage. I need to put on my flashlight hard hat every now and then and mine that puppy for gems. This one would’ve been perfect for the last post.
Aug28
So this is what it means to be a hot mess
My daughter had a high school retreat. I signed the permission slip and paid the fee. She packed her backpack and grabbed her sleeping bag from the closet.
An hour before we left, I felt very proud of myself for suggesting we double check her items with the packing list–well in advance of leaving, mind you. (Seriously, I was like, Go me!)
Pajamas–check
Shower shoes–check
Socks and hiking shoes–check check
Everything was going great. Then I got to the bottom of the list:
Dec31
Photo Dump, Part 2
Happy New Year’s Eve! Maybe if you’re trying to stay up late tonight, this will help. Orrrrr, it might put you to sleep. In which case, lo siento mucho.
Hubby: Oooh, you doing another photo dump post?
Me: I thought I’d sneak one in before the year was out. Why? You like these?
Hubby: I enjoy the randomness.
He knows my middle name.
Anywho, without further ado, random things that made me think of you. (Move over, Dr. Seuss.)
Dec12
The winner of The Great American Bake Off is… Part 3
(If you missed them, here are parts one and two.)
When you were last with our heroine, I’d just discovered that I had refrozen my pumpkin puree for the pie I was supposed to take to Thanksgiving lunch that day. I had no choice but to grab another bag from the freezer and toss it in a bowl of warm water to hopefully thaw in time.
Recall that I had proudly announced to my husband that there would be no last-minute dash to the grocery store, as I had remembered, for the first time ever, that I needed evaporated milk for this recipe and so had bought it in advance.
While waiting on the puree, I started to make the pumpkin pie crust, by hand this time, when I stopped to put Joe down for a nap. I asked my husband to step in. When I came back, my husband was gone. On the counter was our near-empty tub of Crisco. Read the rest of this entry
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