Egg Toast Cups

In case you’re feeling a bit of a sugar buzz–here is some nice, soothing, protein to balance things out a bit.

Egg Toast Cups

Ingredients:

Bread

Eggs

Cheese

Ham or sausage or bacon or NOT

Whatever else you put in scrambled eggs

Butter

Lightly butter each slice of bread and cut off the crusts.

Hold the bread–as shown–over a muffing tin.

Pinch slightly and press the bread down into the muffing cup.

Toast in the oven at 350 for about 15 minutes–until browned.

Fill with a scoop of scrambled eggs mixed with diced ham and a bit of cheese. The cheese is important because it holds the eggs together so that they don’t spill whenever you take a bite.

Have a good weekend and I promise—no more food for a while. We’re about to burst over here!

Week 4  Food Storage Prompt

100 count Multiple Vitamins

Egg Toast Cups
 
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Ingredients
  • Bread
  • Eggs
  • Cheese
  • Ham or sausage or bacon or NOT
  • Whatever else you put in scrambled eggs
  • Butter
Instructions
  1. Lightly butter each slice of bread and cut off the crusts.
  2. Hold the bread--as shown--over a muffing tin.
  3. Pinch slightly and press the bread down into the muffing cup.
  4. Toast in the oven at 350 for about 15 minutes--until browned.
  5. Fill with a scoop of scrambled eggs mixed with diced ham and a bit of cheese. The cheese is important because it holds the eggs together so that they don't spill whenever you take a bite.

Baby Feet

New Year’s Goal #6– I will pay attention to the tiny feet that may be stepping in my footprints.

Preparing this week for General Conference is an easy way to set a good, happy example for the babies.

Years ago, when the bald kid was about 7, he was in the kitchen looking at the huge wall calendar that we had on the corkboard. He walked his fingers over the holidays, birthdays, sport events and parties that were scattered throughout the month of October. Because it’s such a busy month he kept saying, “cool…cool…cool.”

Then as he got closer to the top of the calendar—he was short back then and had started at the bottom of the page—he shouted, “Yes-yes-YES!! CONFERENCE!” Everybody in the room just busted up laughing. I figured something must be working right.

Over the years, in our quest to help the kids enjoy Conference we would buy inexpensive notebooks–you know the kind you can get at Target for 25 cents at “Back To School” sales–and a new pen of some kind. Saturday morning we would ceremoniously pass them out with the instructions that they could use one page per speaker.

They could take notes,

or draw picture of the topic

or of the speaker themselves–

or a combination of all three.

Now, for our family, it felt important to NEVER give the children the feeling that they had to sit here for 4-2 hour stints and not move or breathe or leave the room.

In fact, we told them outright that they could go play if they wanted to. But the incentive to stay in the room was that every half hour or so, I would pull some kind of surprise out of a secret brown bag–and whoever was here taking notes would get the treat.

Watching Conference in St. George Hotel

It could be muffins, or fruit rolls or Wheat Thins or mandarin oranges. The important thing was that the bag held things we rarely ever bought. So they really wanted to stick around.

Then, at the end of Conference on Sunday afternoon they would count up their number of  speakers and we’d give them a Skittle or M&M for each one. That might not sound like much, but over the two days–there are close to 30 speakers and so there is potential for quite a handful of loot.

One year, I told the kids I would give them $5 if they could tell me the name of each member of the Quorum of the Twelve and the First Presidency–just by looking at their picture. Bribery may seem like a goofy tactic to some, but it made sense that it would be easier to listen to, and respect someone that they recognized–and $5 was a cheap way to help that happen. They all did it and the girls wouldn’t let me pay them. But the best part was later when one of the little boys came running up the stairs breathless, saying, “Hurry, you’ve gotta come downstairs! L. Tom Perry is on TV!”

If you’d like a reward for getting to the end of the longest blog post in history– here is a Conference Packet you can download for your own family.

Conference Packet 2009

Ten Things To Be Happy About

1) Baby secrets

2) Bags to cut up to make more…ahhh…bags.

3) Random things popping out of the ground

4) A box of new bows

5) New hubcaps!

6) An evening cloud burst

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7) Huge, strong, gentle hands

8)  A cute new book to read

9) Our mountains

10) A new daddy

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Your turn—

Let’s add to our “Million Things To Be Happy About” page.

So, what makes YOU happy—right this minute?

Tell me in the “comments” and I’ll add it to the Grateful list AND the quote rotator.

GO!

Freeze Dried Ice Cream

A million years ago, when my kids were littler, I was the refund queen.

No, really–I was. It took a full sized file cabinet to store my UPCs.

Ask around, I’m not lying.

Ok, it was nuts…or I was nuts. Not sure which.

Anyway…way back then, Kelloggs Raisin Bran had a special offer. For every 3 UPCs you sent them, they would send you a package of “Astronaut Ice Cream.”

Sounded intriguing.

So we gathered our codes, mailed them in and happily earned 38 packages of the stuff. I know, overkill. But luckily–it was “magically delicious.”

To say that we became addicted to crunchy ice cream would be putting it lightly. Oh, how we savored that very last package because after all, when it’s gone…

…where can you shop for Astronaut food?

I don’t know how we managed, but somehow we lived without it for many years. In fact, we lost touch completely. Yes, it was a meager existence–I must say.

The years went sadly by and one day, while dinking around in Emergency Essentials I came across this:

It said, “Freeze Dried Neapolitan Ice Cream.” Could it be? Did I dare hope?

I dared, and JOY of JOYS– it turned out to be the exact same stuff that Neil Armstrong took to the moon! WAHOO!

The Andersons and space food—reunited at last!

Just the other day, we tried to share this fabbo treat with some friends and the reception was less than positive. In fact, they looked at us like we’d fed them dried squid.

In a word…it tanked.

So, maybe some people just can’t appreciate wildly exotic childhood luxuries.

It could be that Freeze Dried Ice Cream is a particularly acquired taste.

Or perhaps, not everyone is suited for space travel.

I vote the latter.

Buzz Lightyear

To infinity and beyond…