They are 1) cake and 2) burgers. I have such a visceral reaction to both, and am very opinionated on them. For cake, none of this sheet cake nonsense. It needs to be at least 2 thick layers, and it needs to be from scratch, and the frosting better be butter-based. As far as burgers, Luke bemoans the fact that I had to have a burger and fry palate cleanser during our two and a half weeks in Italy ($26 from the fancy hotel that caters to wealthy Americans!) I had the best to-date from Provo's hip Communal restaurant a week ago. For our Christmas present, Luke and I were going to go out to a nice dinner, but it just hadn't happened. We finally made it out this month and targeted this locally-sourced, often organic restaurant. Their burger was on the lunch menu, but of course the babysitter was coming at dinnertime. I called ahead, and on behalf of my pregnant self, basically begged for a burger at dinner time. It was delicious! Like many places, they grind their own chuck, but the addition of bacon into the mix really ups the ante. I told Luke that when the baby comes, I'm going to need one as part of my post-labor replenishment diet!
There is a point to this mini-essay. I was talking about jello with a friend on Sunday, and shared with her that when I was ill when I was 10, turning 11, and on a liquid diet for months, my birthday cake was orange jello with candles in it. Sad. Thank you, Mom, as it was the only thing I could eat, and she did make me a proper birthday cake when my doctor cleared me for solids again, but wow! During this same liquid diet stage I had a dream about burgers and fries. I basically strong-armed my mom into taking me to Hardees after my doc said I could have solids. I told my friend this story, and then thought - hey, that must be where my food loves come from. Try being 10 and 11 and being deprived of normal food - and apparently my subconscious knew that cake and burgers were the epitome of normal food. ????
How's that for some epicurean pop psychology?
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Some of my favorite memories as a child are when Opa would take me to the feed store in Georgia to see the baby chicks in the spring. Our family has already been twice this month to visit the babies at the Spanish Fork farm store. The kids love it!
I'm not in love with our front door, but it is pretty. But I was desperate for something more colorful - after all, a house built in 1974 can be a bit dowdy; paint helps energize it. Don't mind the blue painters tape on the back; I hadn't finished painting the back white yet.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
I have my friend Allison to thank for turning frantic mornings with a tired mommy into a trip to the park. Now, the night before, I fill up my 2 quart crock pot with steel cut oats, cinnamon, vanilla, water, plug it into the appliance timer, and dish out my whole grains in the morning - this has completely been my morning lifesaver! The kids love it, and usually I'll scoop it into bowls on top of some frozen berries, which will defrost while the oatmeal is cooling. I particularly like to stir in crunchy peanut butter - and a drizzle of agave syrup, please!
Sunday, March 11, 2012
We were having dinner with Luke's family on Sunday, so we spread out his presents over the weekend. I made my favorite carrot cake with caramel icing. I subbed coconut oil for vegetable oil and really enjoyed the slight texture change.
Dean loved these dinosaurs - about 5 minutes after opening this present, he had his toy saw in hand, attempting to eviscerate the T Rex. A postmortem discovery as to why the species is extinct, maybe?
And that is Luke's Saturday look - we pulled him away from the yard for just a few moments...
I thought maybe a bowl of the Valentine's Ms in their pink, white, and red glory. But nope, this is even better!
This makes my mouth water - like an oasis in the desert of roasted chicken. I love roasted chicken - it's so simple to prepare - a little olive oil or butter, some salt and pepper, maybe thyme or rosemary, and it's great. But it gets predictable. When I saw this recipe in a recent Martha Stewart magazine, I had to try it. It is now my Holy Grail. I wisely chose to roast 2 chickens at once so I'd have lots of leftovers! The sauce is divine - makes a great topping for a chicken sandwich later on!
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
Lately Dean has taken to corralling all toys in the house with wheels. Sometimes they are lined up in a row; sometimes they play monster truck and climb over each other. Such a boy!
Laurel loves scripture study/FHE lessons - anything involving the Gospel Art Book. The best money I ever spent at Deseret Book!