|Forgotten cowboy caviar. |
Delicious when fresh,
not so much at this point.
I was in Milwaukee last weekend for 2 back to back Irish dancing competitions. I know, I know. You are jealous. I made an effort to go to the grocery store on Friday morning before my early Sat. departure. I stocked up on staples plus lots of extras. I neglected to buy Tostitos.
Eddie texted me from school Monday morning. 'If you go to the store, can you get some Tostitos Scoops chips? We have some dip left, but no chips.' Well, there you have it. The other members of the family are incapable of running into the local grocery store to secure a bag of chips. I was NOT going to the grocery on Monday. The dips that were left over from my Girls Night Out a week and a half ago got gross waiting around for someone to purchase more chips.
|Lest you thought I was kidding.|
|Removing black tops from the|
under-cooked doughy rolls underneath.
All was not lost. I scraped off the tops of the rolls and spread the icing on the salvaged remains. I think my tone went something like, 'You will still eat them, damn it.' Mini whined that the cinnamon part was gone. I sprinkled cinnamon generously on top. I am a miracle worker, if nothing else.
|A new edible item.|
If you ask Tank,
the phenomenon is
a rarity in our house.
Hardly worth the fuss though.
When Mini was confirmed a few weeks ago, I went all out and made lasagna. My lasagna recipe is an all day affair. I managed to make some other less involved dinners that week and last week, but I hadn't baked anything. People were beginning to feel unloved. Reggie was most verbal about it. I decided to whip up some blueberry oat bread on Monday. I haven't made this recipe in forever - like years. We still had a ton of blueberries in the fridge, so why not.
|Blueberry oat bread. An oldie but goodie. |
Can't keep it around for long.
Tank looked at me confused after he sampled a piece after school. 'Why are you bothering with cookies, pumpkin bread, and Irish soda bread when you can make this? Just make this blueberry bread from now on. Forget that other stuff.' Mr. Appetite has spoken.
I got a lot of grief for only making one loaf. I rarely make one of anything. Yesterday, I caved. I made two loaves of blueberry oat bread. That's 3 loaves in as many days, in case anyone is counting.
|An entire drawer stocked with Hostess |
crumb cakes. How do they
all decide to instantly dislike a food
that they loved (and complained
when we ran low)
a few short weeks ago?
As a mom, I feel it is my duty to continue to keep my family from starving: buy, bake, & burn (although burning is fortunately NOT a typical outcome for me). Of course I cook dinner too, but I couldn't come up with a 'B' word to flow with the other 'B' words. Butcher?
Happy Mother's Day to those of you who find yourself constantly baking, buying, burning (hopefully not), butchering, and all the rest!
|I am so on the ball, I am even sharing the recipe with you.|