So sorry for the delayed absence on my end – the list of things to write about has grown as big as the state I’m living in, which for the most part is a good thing! The kick-off to summer (though it’s not even officially here yet) has been as busy as it has been hot. And let’s not forget wet – on the eve of Tropical Storm Bill, no less. Here’s just a little of what’s been going on:
PS – Don’t worry, James got there fine and is having a great time in NY! More soon (I hope).
Reader beware: this week’s photos contain graphic material that may be unsuitable for some viewers. I know I was unsettled.
This guy FLEW across the room the other night as I approached him armed with a bottle of Windex and a roll of Viva. He was like “Seriously? That’s all you got?” I am only slightly embarrassed to admit running back down the hall whimpering loudly enough to wake up two children.
The kids had done their research, so as we headed out to get our long-awaited chicks from SeaBreeze Hens there was some bickering about whether Black Australorps or Americuana chicks would be the best, based on the virtues of “being too big for a hawk to eat it” versus “laying blue and green eggs.” We picked up a sack of chicken nuggets to commemorate the occasion (and to prevent hanger) and arrived just in time to feed some baby goats. Did I mention my kids love Seabreeze Hens? Continue reading
Every time I check out of the grocery store with broccoli the cashier asks me, Oh, you’re having a party? We like our broccoli like we like our kids – in abundance. Especially when it’s served like this – here’s the recipe as presented to my 4 year old (minus my commentary, which is in the parentheses): Continue reading
You know those popular and delicious dump cakes where you glop a can of pie filling over a box of cake mix, then pour butter over the whole thing and call it a day? This is not one of those, but the premise is similar in that there is a lot of dumping and very little measuring. Unless you count “2 big glops” as a measurement. My spell-check doesn’t, even though I’ve already used that word twice.
A very sweet woman emailed me after I posted my first RACK recipe to both compliment me and ask where I found the time to come up with my kid-friendly cooking activities. And while my stroked ego wanted to respond, “I spend hours thinking of just the right recipe that works on reading, math and practical life skills,” that wouldn’t be true to the nature of the recipe. Or this blog for that matter, which is definitely glopped out one post at a time. So Diane B., if I am being truthful, I usually find the time to write out a recipe about 5 minutes before Margaret begins cooking, though I admit to planning out our meals a week ahead so I kind of know what I’m going to say.
So now, for the ultra-fancy, super secret Searfoorce family crab cake recipe, as originally presented to my daughter this past Thursday: Continue reading