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It’s been a week…

It’s been a week of dental appointments.  


It’s been a week of fevers and sick days.

(This was post-fever, but before he was allowed back at school. It’s been a loooong 48 hours…)

And a week of “I’m too busy bribing my children with jelly beans in some feeble attempt to get them to willingly swallow amoxicillin” that I’m not planning meals at all so I ate edamame and coffee for lunch.

But luckily, it’s also been a week of Aunt B.

And a week of Patisserie dates:

And J Man just interrupted this blog to come in and tell me that his tongue feels funny and upon further inspection, I think he has thrush.

Make. It. Staaaahp!


Don’t freeze avocados

I came here today to tell you not to freeze avocados.

But since you’re already here, check out my car washing “helpers.” Also, Matty B’s driver side window was unrolled.



I came here today to tell you not to freeze avocados because if you do, they will turn a putrid shade of brown and make your husband audibly gag.

But since you’re already here, check out this pair of muddy pants. I did all the laundry today. All of it. Workout clothes, guest bathroom towels, Rae’s pink fuzzy boots, and every sock in the house. Washed, dried, folded, put away.


And when I came back from the grocery store, this rogue pair of pants was laying in front of the washing machine, mocking me. Cue Home Alone-type scream.

I came here today to tell you not to freeze avocados because if you do, the texture will be weird and chunky no matter how thoroughly you mash.

But since you’re already here, check out my score on this How Well Do You Know Friends? quiz.


12/12. Obviously.

I came here today to tell you not to freeze avocados because if you do, the taste will be off and you’ll wish you hadn’t wasted a perfectly good avocado by sticking it in the freezer.


What can we learn from today?

1. I love Friends.
2. I’ll never be caught up on laundry.
3. Matty B needs a new car.
4. Never freeze avocados.

Hello Fresh!

It was like Christmas this afternoon.


Unfortunately, for Miss Rae, the UPS man didn’t bring her yet another birthday present. This present was for me.

A few weeks ago, Matty B found a coupon for $40 off an order with Hello Fresh.


Hello Fresh is one of those meal delivery services. Their website claims that they deliver delicious and healthy recipes with all the pre-measured ingredients to your door each week.

When we pulled into the driveway this afternoon, I was thrilled to see a big box on the front porch. When we got it in the door, I immediately opened the insulated box to find three different meal bags.


The three meals were mushroom quesadillas, Tuscan kale panzanella and portobello and orecchiette primavera.


I chose to make the mushroom quesadillas. They were really good. And for $19 (regular price is $59) for 6 meals (3 different meals, 2 servings), definitely worth it.


A few thoughts:

1. Everything is pre-measured so it’s pretty convenient. All you need from your own pantry is salt, pepper and butter/olive oil.

2. The quesadillas were supposed to feed 2 people- they could have easily fed 4.

3. The recipe didn’t seem that inspired to me at first, but the lemon zest just made the whole thing sing and forevermore I will put lemon zest in my guacamole.



4. If you have a picky family like I do, this doesn’t necessarily save time because I made them a “normal” dinner and then I made this for myself. Time wasn’t saved, but it did save me from boring burritos (seriously, Matty B? Every Friday night?)


5. Would I place another order? I can’t really answer that until I try the other two recipes. It’s handy having the “what’s for dinner?” decision made. The quesadillas were tasty. But I’m not sure that I’d pay full price without another coupon option.


If nothing else, Hello Fresh is novel and I can see it being awesome for a family with older (less persnickety) children.


Have you ever used a meal delivery service?

Sugar Cookies

I’m married to this random person who is a frequent mystery to me.


It’s also a mystery why I’m wearing two pairs of sunglasses.

Matty B loves old school Christian music and Metallica. Sometimes both on the same day.

Matty B loves picking raspberries but wouldn’t think of actually eating one.

Matty B subscribes to a number of magazines:

Sports Illustrated
This Old House
Better Homes and Gardens


Better Homes and Gardens?

Yes, my football loving, woodworking, manly man husband likes reading Better Homes and Gardens. This dude is so unpredictable.


This is what I ended up with when I tried to take his picture while he was reading BHG in bed.

I’m not judging (I’m absolutely judging) but I think BHG is boring. They do, however, occasionally have good recipes.


Today’s is a good one.

J Man’s school is having a bake sale tomorrow. Because he is his mother’s son, he wants to participate in everything. Everything. Therefore, not only will we purchase something from this bake sale, we will also provide cookies for the bake sale.


Basically, we made cookies so that we could buy them from ourselves. That’s how bake sales work, right?

We made these melt in your mouth sugar cookies from a BHG recipe.

They were delicious.


One way that Matty B is very predictable?

His desire to eat every single one of these cookies.

Unhealthy Fruit Dip

Sometimes, things seem like they should be easy, but they’re not.

For example, my children:



This is just one example out of ten bazillion where it’s impossible to get them to both look at the camera at the same time!

Seriously. How hard can this be? JUST LOOK AT THE CAMERA AND SMILE!

Last year I made some snobby “healthy” fruit dip. In that post I actually call out the recipe I’m about to share with you as “not healthy”.


And it’s not. But it’s good. So so good.


Step 1: buy 8 oz. of cream cheese and a small jar (7 oz.) of marshmallow cream.

Step 2: combine both in your food processor and pulse until smooth and creamy.

Step 3: try not to cut your tongue on the blade of the food processor because you absolutely will lick it off.


This couldn’t be easier. And honestly, I’d rather make fruit dip every day of the week than try to get this girl to smile when she doesn’t want to.


At least she was looking at the camera.



I’m here to tell you that Miss Rae grew an inch in two months.


This isn’t an exaggeration. You know how sometimes I say that I had seven coffees in one day, but I really only had six? Yeah, she really truly grew a full inch in two months.

About two months ago on J Man’s birthday we measured both kids and recorded their heights on a chunk of wall in the laundry room.

A few days ago, when this little button turned four (yes, four) she requested to be measured. We complied, certain that there would be a negligible difference.


A whole inch.

Also, she reads and when I say reads, I mean memorizes books but it’s giving her such confidence when we praise her amazing “reading” skills.


Did I mention that she’s spunky? J Man’s favorite adjective for his sister is sassy, which describes her to a T.



So how do you celebrate a spunky, sassy, tall four year old with an amazing memory?



Food, of course.


Family, naturally. (And this isn’t the best photo of the 15 in attendance, but it is the funniest of Matty B. Is he gagging/choking/singing? No one knows.)




And if you’re four, and if it’s close to Easter, and if Grandma is on hand to follow your every wish and command, you absolutely dye Easter eggs.



And not surprisingly, those eggs turned out just as sassy and spunky as the birthday girl herself.

Happy birthday, Miss Rae!


Green Chili Egg Casserole

I feel like there are a lot of witty things to say about eggs, but other than forms of “egg-cellent” and “egg-citing”, I’m drawing a blank.

No matter, I’m really happy that I’m eating eggs again.


Other than insisting on a firm yolk, I’ll eat them any which way.

My extended family has been trying to talk me into getting chickens. When I was exclusively vegan, chickens absolutely didn’t make sense.


They still don’t make sense for us because I have 14 extra minutes each day and I choose to devote those minutes to showering and not cleaning up chicken…stuff. However, the fellow above may disagree with my line of thinking. Thankfully, Fearless Friend has chickens so we can live vicariously through them.


Grandma Marilyn has chickens too. She gave us some eggs. Can you tell the difference between the store bought eggs and the farm fresh eggs? Absolutely.


Anyway, it’s almost Easter and we have lots of eggs and I love eggs and so we made an egg casserole.


I used this recipe for Green Chili Egg Puff and I haven’t tried it yet, but I’ll let you know what we think.

And I don’t want to put all my eggs in one basket, but I’m guessing this dish will be the star of tomorrow’s family brunch.

I’ll be certain to make my way to the front of the line because, after all, the last one there is a rotten egg.

And now I have egg on my face…