Friday, May 18, 2012

It just doesn't add up

A pseudo rebus problem.

Q.  How does

A. It's not possible.  I'm not ready!

* I wish I could ask:

Even if she didn't have a good answer, she'd know how to celebrate this birthday.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

This little piggie went really well with mashed potatoes

This little piggie went to market.
The other little piggies stayed home and watched SportsCenter.
This little piggie had pork chops.
The other little piggies had some, too, because I am a nice person and couldn't eat an entire platter of meat and potatoes by myself. 
But then I made them watch Chopped instead.

The End.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

I did it for the books

It was late at night as we left the outskirts of LA, heading back up to school after a road trip.  The long length of Highway 5 stretched before us, and the headlights of a line of massive trucks loomed in our rear view mirror.   In the way of close college girlfriends, we were drinking Big Gulps and talking about everything and nothing at once.  The two of us in the front seat were keeping each other awake, and we thought the rest of the crew was asleep in the back.  Suddenly, we hear a voice from the dark.

"I can't wait to have kids, so we can play games and I can beat them."

After turning around and staring at our friend for a minute, we drove on*.

Needless to say, this is not why I wanted to have kids**.
I did it for the books.

For Winnie the Pooh.
For Goodnight Moon.
For The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
For Curious George.
For The Snowy Day.
For Green Eggs and Ham.
For the Little Mouse and the Red, Ripe Strawberry.
For Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
For The Phantom Tollbooth.
For Narnia.
For the Wild Things.

Night after night, as I sat on the floor, turning pages and making growling noises and jumping the monsters up and down, pretending to be terrified of the ghoul in the dark dark room, doing silly voices, hearing my son yell "QUIET DOWN THERE!" with all his might, or my daughter whisper, "Happy once, happy twice, happy chicken soup with rice" in my ear, these already beloved books became so much more than words and pictures.  They created magic between me and my children, and some of the best moments I've ever had being their mom.

And so, on this Mother's Day, I say thank you, Maurice Sendak.  And all the other magicians out there.
My Wild Thing, on her first Halloween
* She has a couple of toddlers now, so she's probably kicking their asses at Candyland.
** It's just a side benefit.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Cook My Mailbox Weekend II

You may think that all of my hard work on that juice cleanse has gone to waste.   That I have clearly relapsed into my old habits of putting cheese on everything and breaking out the butter at a moment's notice.

But you would be wrong.

I eat fresh fruit or oatmeal for breakfast every day.
I still haven't had a Diet Coke.
And when I went through this month's Bon Appétit magazine, I was immediately drawn to a vegetarian recipe made with yogurt.

So what if it was cake? I still think I should get partial credit*.

Monday, May 7, 2012

The other good part about the whole thing

Free cheese!

The good people at Cabot Creamery Cooperative sent each grilled cheese contestant a practice pack by UPS, along with a small squishy cow.

They must have known I was supposed to bring an appetizer to the Cinco de Mayo party**. 

I used this:

And this:

to make this:

At least you got a free pan. And a sunburn.*

Not to mention a great picture with my son and a fake cow.

But no trophies for us at this year's Grilled Cheese InvitationalAgain.

Not for lack of trying, mind you**.
After much experimentation...

Studiously applying the Scientific Method to Churro Grilled Cheese

Which cheese to use?  Mascarpone won.

The filling contenders: Mexican chocolate, cinnamon almond, clementine caramel

The orange caramel came out on top. 

...we were ready to hit the Rose Bowl.  (Or at least the parking lot next to the Rose Bowl).

At the competition, we wrapped each sandwich with parchment like this, sealed with a sticker listing the ingredientsClearly, we should have sealed it with a lottery ticket or a roll of twenties.