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Monthly Archives: January 2016

You’re welcome.

That is, if you were cheering for the Broncos to be in the Super Bowl, you’re welcome.

It’s because of me that they won, you know.

It’s because I insisted to Matty B that I needed to go running before he did so I could be back in time for kick-off.

It’s because I wore my Broncos jersey and my Broncos hat.


 It’s because I made soft pretzels which are the ultimate football food. 

But mostly it’s because I love Peyton Manning and I so desperately want him to end his career on a high note.

The trick is that in two weeks I need to reinact everything about today so that they can win again.


Maybe. Now I just need to stock up on soft pretzel ingredients.


Cinnamon Scones and the ER.

It doesn’t matter that I had planned to go to church this morning.

It doesn’t matter that I had found this delicious lemon buttermilk scone recipe to try afterward.

It doesn’t matter that I made a plan.

Why? Because this dude had a different plan.

Well, in all fairness, it wasn’t his intention to fall onto the stone hearth of the fireplace and gouge a hole into his head. Unfortunately, that’s what happens when you cover your head in a giant white blanket and chase your sister around in some sort of “ghost” game.

After a frantic trip to the ER (and I do mean frantic. Matty B broke at least three traffic laws.) we were relieved to find out that modern medicine suggests tying his hair together and gluing the laceration shut, versus staples or stitches.


Obviously church was out of the question. What about those lemon scones?

“No, no,” begged the fireplace victim, “can’t we have scones that I’ll like?”

Enter the Pioneer Woman’s Sweet Cinnamon Scones.

 They were a hit. But not in a violent way.

Maple Walnut Granola

Sometimes rules are really important.

For instance, I bought some of those Mr. Sketch smelly markers for the kids and in a stroke of genius, told them that they were only for Friday nights (when all Matty B and I want to do is lay in a heap in front of the fire.)

Setting this “rule” for the smelly markers has made them such a special treat that we’re going on 3 Friday night’s worth of fire heaping.

Miss Rae’s fruit basket complete with grapes and a green apple with a hefty stem.

J Man’s “crazy” car with juice dispenser included.

Yay for rules.

However, sometimes rules aren’t that important.

I made this recipe for Maple Pecan Granola. In addition to rolled oats, the recipe called for oat bran, sunflower seeds, almonds, pumpkin seeds, and pecans.

I didn’t have any of those ingredients but I did have sesame seeds, chia seeds, flax, and walnuts.

I’m such a rebel rule-breaker.

The frugal part of my brain loved using ingredients found exclusively in my pantry.

And you couldn’t beat the delicious smells that filled the house.

Almost as delicious as smelly markers.

Thursday Thoughts, XXXX

I’ll bet there’s a different way to do 40 in Roman numerals than XXXX…oh well.

1. I have a pretty great family.

Everyone pitches in to pick up the kids from school once a week. 

Yesterday, my dad took the kids on a French fry tasting field trip:


And then I got this text from Unk C:

Although the comparison between French fries and carrots? I think you know who got the kid points and who got the mom points…

2. I had lunch with a friend at the WW Bread Company.

This was the beet sandwich and it just made me feel good.

3. When we were in Florida over Christmas, J Man caught a gecko.


And then it promptly bit him.


I didn’t get an “after” photo but Miss Rae’s doubtful glare should have given us the warning we needed.

4. I bought Adele’s 25 (well, actually Sha Sha bought me Adele’s 25- thank you!) and I’ve been listening to it while I run.


Not really running music, per se, but I love it.

5. We went up to the snow last weekend.


I hate being cold but we actually had an awesome time.

Ok…so, when’s the first day of spring?

Puff Pastry Pizza Twists

If this recipe was your brainstorm, I’m not trying to plagiarize you.

  I saw this idea somewhere. It might’ve been Pinterest but I wasn’t invested enough to actually pin the recipe. 

It might’ve been Facebook, but for someone who does social media for her job, I’m shockingly incompetent at FB. 

I even googled “puff pastry pizza twists” but couldn’t find anything like I remembered.

So I’m calling this recipe my own. And when you find the link to the original recipe, post it in the comments. Cause only fools plagiarize.

1. Thaw a box of puff pastry and roll both pieces of dough out to approximately the same size.

2. Add your toppings to one piece. My boring family only wants sauce and cheese.

3. Top with the other piece of dough and cut off the square edges so you have somewhat of a circle shape. At this point, move your dough to the pan you’re baking it on. I didn’t do this and I regretted it.

4. Put down a small bowl in the middle and cut out from the edges of the bowl, creating a sunburst.

5. Twist.

6. Carefully. The fillings will want to come out.

7. Bake at 400 for 18-20 minutes.


Five on Friday

1. Did you know that you can make bread in a skillet on the stove? Like, actual yeasty bread, not just pita bread?


It’s true. I used this recipe and was shocked at how easy and delicious it was.

2. My life with Matty B is one big example of “if you can get him to try it once, your life might be changed forever.”

Thanks to a birthday request from last year (and you always have to honor birthday requests), Matty B has changed from a Chinese food hater to a giant PF Chang’s fan. 

I’m so so glad because one can only take so much Olive Garden.

3. By the way, if you were wondering, violin is not going well.

In other news, I’m constantly singing “I’m a little monkey, climbing up the ladder, climbing to the top to eat a pink banana.” Why is the banana pink? No one knows. And the monkey doesn’t seem to motivate cheerful practice.

4. I need these healthy, make-ahead lunches in my life. 

But I also need these slutty super bowl brownies as well. But maybe with a nicer name.

5. Miss Rae as a bride. 

My life is flashing before my eyes.

What I ate, a mile from my house

For my birthday last year, Matty B got me a gift certificate to Dosha, my favorite spa in Portland. Last time I was there, I had this rain shower massage where it’s actually raining on you during the massage and it changed my life. The certificate was a perfect gift, but to my dismay, I haven’t been able to use it because geography has gotten in the way.

A somewhat stressful week + a reinvigorated running schedule + a sore shoulder from when I dislocated it at a birthday party (it’s a long story) made me really really want a trip to Portland and Dosha.

I was kinda pouty. A little belligerent. And then I looked at the photos of my food today.


Egg, cheese, veggie bacon, tomato breakfast sandwich and coffee with a friend at the Express.


1.4 miles away.


Broccoli, carrots, cucumber, and soy apricot chicken from the university cafeteria.


 1.3 miles away.


Spaghetti and salad from Roger’s Bakery.


 1.3 miles away.

Now that’s some geography I can appreciate. I’m blessed to have delicious vegetarian food options within walking distance.

And to confirm that I’m a big whiner, there is a wonderful masseuse on College Ave. Rain shower massage, Amber?


1.6 miles away