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you just can’t shake them. they see me walk in the kitchen and they run in behind me grabbing chairs, dragging them across the floor, slamming them into the cabinets, trying to climb over each other to the top, while screaming, “mine, mine, mine!” those are the conditions i have to work in. then they fight over who dumps the baking soda, who stirs, who get’s the eggs. tufts of hair start flying. someone ends up getting bit. crying ensues.
fortunately for jael, rahab (a.k.a. druzilla) was napping. she was able to give in to her inner baking goddess in peace. everything is lovely when you get your own way.
we made cinnamon rolls with a caramel glaze. they were good, but not enough butter by half.
rabbers woke up just in time for the after party. i like to throw my leftovers to the wolves. and then run.
jael observing rahab’s substandard technique.
showing her how it’s done.
cutest girls ever. can’t wait until we get cinderella in there too, then we will have all three. so much fun.
but i’d start warning your sons now.
you know those talks about strangers and candy? there should also be one about pretty girls and baked goods.
or so it says on a piece of embroidery my friend mackenzie made for me. only i had no cakes. truly. so yesterday we made one. it was zesty.
and involved lemon curd. painstakingly prepared by slaves.
and oranges. daddy even went out of his way to pick up a blood orange for me. the kids were disgusted.
and there she blows. cake.
7 sticks of butter and 7 eggs. i made it for my friend’s lemon themed baby shower last night. i thought, if i don’t make this cake for an actual citrus party, when would i ever make it? that’s right. anyways, now i’m armed and dangerous. i think i’ll make this next.
starting with breakfast. make you some.
literature reading. i gave gideon the wizard of oz when he was done with his bath.
he finished it before his hair was dry.
deflecting all inquiries as to whether he skipped anything. deny, deny, deny. i was eventually forced to conclude that he was just a freak of nature.
jael giving the baby pencils.
she was so thoughtful as to not put the sharp one in her hand so she didn’t poke out her eye. that’s thinking. then she proceeded to write her name with the baby’s toes.
mommy’s new gel manicure. the technician assured me it was going to be hideous. and that’s the way i like it.
how mommy pays for her gel manicures. the hands of a working man.
because he loves me. and i’ve always wanted cake pans. plus tonight i’m making this. which reminds me…it kinda looks like i’m blogging, doesn’t it?
just like martha told him.
i’m always looking for alternative breakfast recipes and this did the trick. what a nice husband. (sorry, i took the picture before i seasoned it. but you get the idea.)
my mother-in-law gave me a bag of the emperor’s rice, and we have been making this at the drop of a hat ever since. it has lots of ginger in it as well. which i think is the trick. anyways, the recipe is here, if you’re ever in a similar predicament.