We need to talk about spaghetti.
Because first, everybody loves spaghetti. Am I right?
And then, because look at this…
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Science with Kidzilla
Before leaving work today, I called Fab Hub and Kidzilla to let them know I was on my way home. Kidzilla got on the phone…
“Uranus, Uranus, Uranus…”
Please, God, let my daughter be talking about a planet and not someone’s butt. Amen.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Springtime Promises
Fab Hub and Kidzilla discovered a new tenant on our street when we returned from church on Sunday afternoon…
Potentially Useful Skills: A Follow-Up
My Mom always says, “Half of being smart is knowing what you’re dumb at.”
How true.
And the older I get, the smarter Mom gets, of course. Maybe it’s just that as we mature, we realize that our parents actually do know what they’re talking about. They do have all that experience they lay claim to and they actually have learned from it. Perhaps it is that as we mature, we realize that we don’t actually know as much as our younger selves believed. Maybe it’s a combination. If what Mom said is true, maybe as we grow, we are smart enough to realize that we simply don’t know it all. Nor should we.
Five Friday Favorites – Comfort Food Edition
How did it get to be Friday? Somehow this week has really sped by me, despite the fact that it has felt eternal. In addition, it’s been mostly cold with some snow and ice this week – real curl up under a blanket and hibernate weather.
And so in homage to the icy depths of winter and the soul-healing properties of good old fashioned comfort food, today’s Friday Favorites are some of our favorite comfort foods, most of which we have enjoyed in the space of the last week.
Perhaps that explains the stern discussion I had to have with my scale this morning.
The Making of the Fruitcake
So, the fruitcake…
Recall, if you will, that this bowl of festivity soaked up its Amaretto goodness in my refrigerator for about two days prior to The Making of the Fruitcake.
The actual Making of the Fruitcake went well. I searched for quite some time until I found the recipe that I thought sounded most like what my Mom fondly remembered her Italian aunts making.
The Food Post That Almost Wasn’t
Despite all evidence to the contrary, I did not fall off the planet and into a black hole.
And despite the fact that I really hate when I hear myself say “I’ve been busy” in response to a question about what I’ve been doing or how I am, the truth is that we really have been busy the last several days.
Mostly, we’ve been busy baking. This is not remarkable, really. Lots of people bake. I, however, do not bake. I’ve always found it a bit tedious. But my daughter loves to bake. And so we bake.
In the last week, we have produced the following:
- Oatmeal white chocolate blueberry cookies for a family Hanukkah gathering
- Marshmallow and chocolate dreidels for same Hanukkah gathering
- Banana cranberry nut quick bread
- The beginnings of a fruitcake (Yes, fruitcake. I know. Just stay with me.)
Mother-Daughter Haircuts
Kidzilla and I took a trip to the salon for haircuts this afternoon. Finally! We were both way overdue and it feels great to have a fresh cut and style.
I always love and hate my hair right after a cut. On the one hand, it feels healthy and smooth and what I call “swingy.” Somehow the stylist always manages to get just the right combination of “stuff,” hair dryer, and brush going to produce a look that – of course – I can never reproduce at home.
Not On A School Night!
I can still hear my Mom’s voice responding to whatever the current request was at the moment…
“Can we watch a TV show that comes on at ten o’clock?”
Not on a school night.
“Can we make brownies?”
Not on a school night.
“Can Susie Bestfriend sleep over?”
Not on a school night.
“Then can I sleep at Bestfriend Kimmy’s house?”
Not on a school night.
“A guy from work asked me to go on a date…”
No dates on a school night. Or with boys who drive cars. Or alone with a boy until you are sixteen.
“I’m twenty-one.”
No. Not on a school night.