I never did have a problem with prioritizing…

Don’t judge me just because you’re jealous.

in threeish weeks we are going to the east coast for a couple weeks to bask in culture, history, adventure, and…food. That’s right; you say “DC” and I say, “Amazing selections of ethnic foods!” You say, “Philadelphia” and I say “Philly Cheesesteak sandwiches!” You say “New York” and I say “Cheesecake, Pizza, and hotdogs from a street vendor!” You say, “Boston” and I say “Boston cream pie and Boston baked beans.”

Whew! I get hungry just thinking about it. I have no problem admitting that I dearly love great foods. (Key there being great).

I mentioned earlier this year that we were going to Philly to find out once and for all who was better: Pats or Geno\’s cheese steaks sandwiches. Now we have to add Jim\’s because that’s what the locals have told us. We only have one full day in Philly, so that’s going to mean a lot of cheesesteak in a short amount of time. For those of you who are wondering, it’ll be “wit” please!


Say Wha?

Yes, I actually meant to type “wha” instead of “what”. It’s for dramatic effect. That however, is probably not the reason a local home daycare posted the following sign out by the side of a busy street.


Try as I might, I can see no dramatic effect achieved by eliminating the “N” in “youngsters”. The best part? Someone obviously spent a lot of time and energy making this sign. Seriously, there was a lot of work put into this sign. Sadly, real life doesn’t have a spell-check button.

As I told my sister earlier, sometimes when you’re an adult and you go into the kitchen to make something for dinner and you have hardly anything to choose from, you end up making some pretty weird stuff. Case in point: tonight’s dinner was “Porcupine Hash”. Yes, I just made that name up. Yes, I know it’s brilliant, and yes, it is already copyrighted.

Here’s what I did. (When you have a $150 food budget for the month and you don’t use food banks or anything else, you get creative).

1 can tomato soup

1/2 jar leftover spaghetti sauce

3 cups cooked brown rice (short grain)

about the same amount of raw hamburger meat

a little water to rinse the leftover pasta sauce into the casserole dish

4 or 5 carrots, diced and peeled (but not in that order)

1 can of white great northern beans

Dump everything except the hamburger meat into a casserole dish and mix together. season to taste with salt, pepper, chipotle seasoning, seasoning salts, etc. add hamburger and mix well. cover with foil and bake at 350 for at least an hour.


excerpts from today

Watching Violet eat couscous for dinner, I realized this; when you’re 8 months old, eating is as much about the journey as the destination. That’s why I have a hard time getting annoyed when “food time” is really just a prequel to “mess time.” She would attempt to pick up the little granules of couscous in a tiny fist, and by opening it atop her mouth, would lose the majority down her sleeve and in her lap. Food is fun.

As you probably know, today is April Fool’s Day. This year I kept it simple and merely announced on facebook that I was expecting. Who would believe a pregnancy announcement on april fool’s day? Apparently a lot of my friends. It would be pretty ironic if I was actually pregnant. I’m not, but it would be.

I finished painting the downstairs bathroom today. I should really take a picture and post it. I’m never afraid to take risks with color, and this time I think it paid off. Imagine the color blue you would find on the wallmart sign. Now imagine I painted a bathroom that color. You would be wrong; that would be gross. Actually, imagine a blue/green/teal that you might find on the walls of an aquarium. You would be close.

Problem: Violet discovered that the walls open up to show her a whole new playground of unprecedented wonders. You might scoff at her discovery of my bathroom cupboards, but I shudder. And so it starts; today a baby eating cotton balls, tomorrow flushing a curling iron down the toilet.