Friday, December 23, 2011
On Wednesdays, all the kiddos hang out at AWANA. This means I get to do fun things with my friends. Sometimes we go get iced tea and chat. Other times, we peruse the aisles at Target. Sometimes, we're desperate (the cupboards are empty) and we're forced to grocery shop! But doing the marketing with friends is always more fun. The company is great and we find all sorts of interesting things!
A few weeks ago, Stacy and I discovered this treasure. Candy Cane Jell-O. I do love peppermint. My kiddos do love "candy cans" and we all enjoy pudding so... I took some time to debate the hot pink box and the $.96 price tag. Obviously, I caved to peer pressure. We both agreed to give it a whirl with the younger set, despite the fact that it goes against all that is good & holy in my food-issue-riddled-mind!
I told you the box is hot pink! You'd think that would serve as a deterrent. Nope.
The pudding mixed up a lovely shade of pale pink. I was worried, given the illustration on the box! It was thick and pretty. Alas, no one liked it but Lou and even she only ate a bit. Should have listened to "mommy radar" on this one...
Rhys wasn't keen on the after dinner mints at the Mexican restaurant up the road. Instead, he opted to spend his own quarter on a handful of pistachios from the vending machine. Ummmm.... duh. Well, he was tickled to find a worm in one of the nuts. Well, after finding another worm in the next nut and then the next and then the next... he finally decided he may have wasted his hard earned $.25. Being 14 years old, he did eat several of the pistachios, and no they weren't the first few before he found the worms... They were the ones he cracked and didn't see a noticeable worm. Gee, some things should bother boys.
(For the record: we did go back and tell the restaurant and tell them about their petting zoo in the making. They didn't care. I feel for the poor unsuspecting folks who get a more than they bargained for with their handful of peanut M&Ms next time... Blech!)
Monday, December 19, 2011
Well, it wasn't really a date. And it wasn't really night. I went to a movie yesterday afternoon with Jason & Rhys. Somehow, the three younger ones went home from church with grandma and grandpa (whoo hoo!) and we were left with some unexpected free time! I've had some gift certificates for the local theater waiting for a happenstance such as this...
A quick search with my not-so-smart phone revealed an afternoon showing of Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows. Off we went: the fourteen year old, the mama and the dad.
(Side note: have you been to a movie lately?! I love previews. I make a concerted effort to be there early as not to miss those previews. I should say used to... Yesterday, we were treated to 30 minutes of advertisements with a few previews mixed in. Actual television commercials. Lots of them. Ugh!)
The movie itself was great. All three of us enjoyed it. It was an odd experience to sit, wedged between these two kindred spirits. It's a bit disconcerting to sit between Jason and his younger self. I watched my eldest child laugh at humor that would have so readily gone over his head so recently. He followed the plot with its many twists and turns. In short, sitting there he resembled an (gasp!) adult. It was unnerving, but delightful at the same time. I think we may have to do that again soon!
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
I should have a really good excuse for not blogging for 8 months. I don't. I should "catch up" all the posts. I'm not going to... I'm am just starting where I am. It's all I can handle these days. Frankly, it might be more than I can stand. Stay tuned...
Last night, I made BBQ ribs in trusty crock-pot. As dinner time neared, I realized we needed bread. I'm not a Minnesota native, but having married into a Midwestern family, I have been taught- dinner needs bread. And truly... ribs deserve bread.
A quick survey of the kitchen and a quicker rundown of my baking skills revealed few options for quick bread. However, I did discover two tubes of Simply Pillsbury Rustic French bread in the fridge. I use those for stromboli, which is a favorite throw together meal around here!
Well, I popped those cans, plopped those bad boys on the cookie sheet and hoped that we'd have bread in 23-28 minutes...
Success!!! You wouldn't mistake it for homemade. Then again, you wouldn't have the mess to clue you in that someone made homemade bread either... The kids loved it and having warm bread on the table to sop up BBQ sauce from the ribs was awesome. What's sad is that my kiddos thought it was the "best meal ever..." Really?