food, crochet, merriment
Take a stack of simple, pretty pancakes…
butter them. Drain 1 can of peach halves and whirl in blender for 20 seconds.
Pour half a cup of the peach puree over the lonesome pancakes.
Give this beauty a shot of whip cream.
Eat. It. All.
Now go call the police.
You know this has to be illegal.
for the most effective use of a Christmas gift card in a 30 minute period. Here’s how it went.
The card was for this cool place–a Toys R Us for grown-ups, called “Orson Gygi’s Culinary Solutions.” Hot dang–did we have a good time spending all that play money. Check out our loot…
A Pastry blender–a sturdy one, not a wimpy one that bends every time you give it a job. We use these for tons of stuff.
Key Lime Oil. The flavor of the Gods…we’re a bit obsessed with Key Lime anything around here.
A teeny, tiny grater. You know, for putting cheese on Barbie’s pizza. ha ha. Or shaving chocolate maybe. Ok, ok. I just thought it was cute.
I’m excited to try this one–a real, authentic tortilla press, for homemade tortillas. Yum! If I get really good at it–maybe I’ll show you.
A small, double ended pastry roller. Yeah, we could have used this with the Fruit Pizza.
A sandwich cutter. This is for the babies so we can cut their sandwiches into dinosaur shapes. Somehow that seems like a pretty important thing to be able to do. I’m just guessing.
Pickle tongs–because after watching a couple of boys fish a pickle out of the jar–with their fingers–well, it tends to make one not so interested in pickles anymore. Yes, I’m determined to teach those cavemen some manners.
A nice, long spatula. This was a surprise for Lyndi because she’s the resident cake decorator in these parts and she likes this sort of thing.
We dropped our last candy thermometer and busted it in a million pieces. THIS time, we opted for a metal one. See? We can be taught.
A veggie steamer. This was the bald kid’s choice because he seems to think that we should steam our vegetables. La de da. And so we shall.
When we rang up all our stuff–the lady said, “You have $14.15 left on your card,” and since THAT’s not acceptable, April flew back and grabbed a measuring spoon set, a donut cutter and 5 spice jars. She scurried home with them before we got a picture. Trust me they’re cool.
All in all–we spent 85 cents and hauled home a bus load of loot.
Just think of all the kitchen adventures that are coming up with all this cool stuff!
Stay tuned…
Week 17 food storage prompt: 2 cans tuna, 4 cans Tomato soup
So they say that you can tell…
a baby is ready for solid food…
when they show a particular interest…
in what you are eating.
I’m thinking–get this girl some Cheetoes. Ha!
Ok, I mean mashed peaches..
organic ones…
in their own juice.
(See me later about the Cheetoes baby Chomp. Grammy will hook you up.)
Cream puffs.
They.
Are.
Everywhere.
There is nothing more to say.
If you need me…I’ll be the one asleep…
…for a week.
Those of you who know me may remember that many moons ago, I used to have a Cream Puff business…yes I did. It was a lovely business, with the amazing recipe all locked away in a top secret vault…so to speak. Well there are still remnants of a few souls who remember that even though I don’t actually have a cream puff business any more–I do still know how and the Top Secret recipe is still tucked away in the same steel trap as always.
So really, there’s just one problem with making cream puffs for my most beloved brother’s youngest son’s wedding…
I’m not a strapping 28 year old any more. Not even close, actually. But I must have forgotten that somehow. So when someone says, “Hey. Can you make cream puffs for the wedding?” and I say, “Of course,” somebody should have popped out from behind a tree to remind me of just how many sunsets this old body has seen–and then poked me hard.
Can anyone say—six hundred cream puffs?Yeeeah.
This very minute I am grateful for:
—a sweet daughter who worked even when I rested and reminded me of how much more fun work can be if you stop whining about it.
—friends who kindly fed us pizza and Chinese while we “puffed.”
—a wedding to go to…to deliver the aforementioned cream puffs.
—ice packs for swollen ankles.
Pictures to come–I swear. But they are all on Jillian’s camera and she’s asleep. So be brave and check back because…
—unless you’ve actually seen 600 cream puffs…well, you haven’t truly lived.
1 bottle 100 count multiple vitamins