The Garden Store

The local nursery in town had a trivia contest and guess who won?

The question was, “What is a *pysanka?” I googled it and found that it was a fancy batik Easter egg. So, I won a gift certificate to Sun River Gardens Nursery.

What a fabulous incentive to play in the dirt–free plants!

We found strawberry plants, chamomile, raspberry bushes, grape tomatoes, onions, mint, garlic, rhubarb, an Asian Pear tree, and seeds for everything else. Perfect, techicolor day out with the babies…

I think that if ever a mortal heard the voice of God it would be in a garden at the cool of the day.
~F. Frankfort Moore

The Graduate

Looky what we have…

My little daughter–Jillian, graduated from BYU on Friday with a Bachelor’s Degree in Family History.

Congratulations my Dah-ling. We are so proud of you. Now you are clever, all knowing, brilliant, and wise. But the best part is…

You’re FREE!

{ Our True Gifts }

“President Hinckley . . . admonished both men and women to be nurturers. He said, ‘How much more beautiful would be the . . . society in which we live if every father . . . and . . . mother regarded [their] children . . . as gifts from the God of heaven. . . and brought them up with true affection in the wisdom and admonition of the Lord”

Susan W. Tanner

The Bald Kid and the Wheaties Box

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I tell the bald kid that all he needs to do in this life is:

1- Throw shot-put at the Olympics

2- Get his face on a Wheaties box

3- Make a million dollars

4- Buy his mother a house…in Scotland

That’s it. No big deal.

Maybe I’m rushing the list a bit with my Wheaties box. I figured it would be fabulous inspiration. He does look great–doesn’t he?

Now, he’s 1/4 of the way there.

I’ll wait patiently for the rest…

I guess.

The Ancient Art of Omelet

Having “sporty” boys in our house always means—that eggs are on the menu. Anytime. Any way.

Want to strike terror in the heart of one of my sons? Just shout, “We’re out of eggs!”

I’m not kidding.

Many a job in these parts, has been accomplished with the promise of an omelet, fried egg sandwich or a scrambled plate. If someone needs cheering up after a disappointing game–we whip up the Classic Egg Bake.

Beats a LifeSaver any day.

When the whole troop is here we make what the bald kid calls “a full skillet.” No, I don’t eat that sausage–

–but the big boys will fight over it–so I let them.

They are bigger than me.

In truth, I could probably get the house painted in exchange for those Egg Cups–that we save for Easter.

Since omelets are the quickest, I probably make them the most—luckily, they are really easy.

Melt a dab of butter in a small non-stick skillet. That’s probably too much in the picture–I know. So a little less than that.

Whip 1-2 or 3 eggs–depending on the size and hunger level of your audience–in a cup or bowl. I use a glass measuring cup and a fork. Add salt and pepper.

Pour into hot pan.

Gently scoot the edges of the cooking egg toward the middle of the pan–letting the raw egg move to the edges. Do this all the way around the pan…

…until there is hardly any undone egg left. Keep your heat down so that the egg doesn’t cook too much or scorch. I can’t stand brown egg–blaugh!

You may need a larger spatula than I was using to carefully turn the whole egg over. I’ve been really impressive at times and flipped the egg over in the air. I’ve also humiliated myself on numerous occasions by missing the pan entirely and wasting someones breakfast on the floor. So, I’d say–do “air flips” or flops as the case may be–at your own risk.

I use a big spatula.

Add cheese, or bacon bits, or ham or veggies.

Fold egg in half and rest the spatula on top-for a minute or so, to keep the egg from unfolding. Garnish with shredded cheese.

Feed it to the masses.

You’ll be worshiped as a Goddess…

..and life will be complete.

Week #6 Food Storage Prompt is:

1- Bottle of Asprin (500 count)