Cheese of the Month: Snofrisk

Okay, so you’re probably wondering why I haven’t done a cheese of the month blog for several months now. Rest assured; we have been trying new cheeses, I just haven’t come across anything blog-worthy. Until now. Gentle Reader, meet Snofrisk.

I know what you’re thinking: “Goat cheese!!?” If you weren’t thinking that, you  probably are now. On the other hand, if you like goat cheese to begin with, I cannot address that issue as it is outside the scope of this blog. Anyway, I’ll be honest–I liked it. I chose it for several reasons,

1. it was on sale

2. the name is neat

3. I was intrigued by the flavor possibilities of goat cheese that is tempered by cow cream. In case you can’t read the case, it’s 80% goat milk and 20% cow cream.

4. it comes from norway, and that’s a long way from here.

5. someday i’d like to go to norway. I’d buy a sweater there, and I’d spend an entire day sitting in a pub listening to locals.

All that being said, this cheese is worth trying. You can still taste the goat cheese flavor, but it’s much milder than most goat cheese and incredibly creamy. Plus, Violet Loves it.

On an entirely different topic, here’s a picture of my beautiful boy for you to admire.



What has three heat settings, separates in two, and makes the eyes of housewives light up? A crockpot. I was at a wedding shower for my brother’s fiance today, and I found it comical when a crockpot came out and everyone’s eyes lit up. Each woman nodding with that look of  “of everyone here, I alone truly know how useful of a gift that is”.

Crockpots are amazing though. I think it’s because it’s that one area in a woman’s life where you can put in a little bit of effort and get a lot of rewards. It’s 9am and you’re heading out the door? Dump the makings for a pot roast in to your crockpot (meat, carrots, onions, potatoes, rosemary, salt), close the lid, turn it on, and come home at 4pm to a house that smells like you’ve been slaving over a hot stove all day.

Now, if you’re a man–you probably have no idea how important it is for a woman to find things that require a little bit of effort to get a lot of rewards. After all, you pee standing up, you fish, your idea of a high maintenance morning is including face lotion into the routine of tooth brushing, face washing, and deodorant, and when you have kids–you get to pat your wife on the back and end up with a squirming bundle to coo over while she stares at the ceiling and tries to think of a happy place.

I have a crockpot. I use it all the time. I think I need a bigger one.



Today was a good day to take family pictures. Why? Because we had oreos to bribe Violet with. Is that bad?

this is us trying to get Violet to make a funny face.

She doesn’t always approve of the things we make her do…

Neither does Henry.

They do however, approve of each other.

This is how she asks for goldfish crackers…

This was supposed to be a quintessential father-son portrait, until Henry started screaming and Violet wouldn’t leave them alone.


Convictions: People who throw garbage out their car window should go to jail.

Okay, so maybe it isn’t really a conviction of mine per se, but throwing garbage out the window of your car is for losers. Please, everyone goes to the gas station, and every gas station has free garbage disposal, and just in case your excuse is that you don’t have a bag to put it in, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that if you’re the kind of person that throws your trash out the window while you’re driving, you’re probably not the kind of person who uses reusable shopping bags at the grocery store.

And then there’s dumping. Don’t even get me started on how I feel about people who save up their garbage and take it out to dump in a heap on the side of the road somewhere after dark. What’s that? It’s too expensive to take a mattress to the dump? It’s going to cost the same whether you take it, or the person who picks up after you does.

arg. It makes me mad.


I accidentally called Henry “Princess” yesterday. AJ wasn’t really okay with that. I’m pretty sure Henry wasn’t really okay with it either. Force of habit people, force of habit.

Also, I get spam comments a lot. Luckily, I can delete them before they get published, but sometimes they are so comical that I just edit out the contact info and publish them anyway. The one I got today said this: hi wats your myspace page? Riiiight, lets be friends.


bits and babies

1. Violet reprimands us when we kiss too much. She came into the kitchen while we were kissing and started slapping AJ’s leg to get his attention while she yelled “No, no Daddy!”

2. Henry has a butt. Yes, I know you’re probably thinking that should be obvious to me after all the diapers I’ve changed so far, but this little boy has a solid amount of gluteus maximus. When Violet was born (don’t forget–she weighed 6 pounds, 6 ounces), she had no butt. Her tiny back morphed into her long legs without any padding in between. Henry, does not have this problem.

3. Henry also has the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen on a baby. I think they’re longer than mine. Seriously.

4. Violet is very protective/possessive of her baby “Hewy”. Yesterday we were out to lunch with some friends, including Violet’s buddy Isla and her family, and Violet made darn sure Isla knew who Henry belonged to.

5. I was at the mall today trying to find a pair of something like these. I didn’t, but I did find the perfect dress for my brother’s wedding until I looked at the price tag and thought of all the other things I’d rather spend $250 on. Ross, here I come.

6. For those of you who like to know how much sleep new parents get so that you can (A) be glad you don’t have any kids that age and thank your lucky stars, or (B) bite your nails as you mentally prepare to face the horror that is a night without sleep when you eventually have your own little cherub; Henry sleeps at night now, and while he doesn’t sleep more than 2-3 hours at a time, he does at least sleep.