- I’m getting dangerous close to the Randomness 50 post…what shall I do to celebrate? Be random? Hehe…I crack myself up. No, it really wasn’t funny, was it? I know you love me anyways. I get my sense of humor from my dad.
- Let’s see, our food adventures lately have been plentiful and fun. My first attempt at wheat bread was, well, forgotten. Literally. I left it in the oven to rise and forgot about for many hours.
- The second attempt at the Honey Wheat Bread was quite yummy! The only downside was that the bread stuck to the pans a good bit – I suppose I didn’t grease them enough? Otherwise, they made great sandwiches – grilled cheese even!
- Yesterday, I made soaked granola – basically, our own granola cereal? Oh, yum! It was quite easy and delicious – except for the little too much salt part. It passed the G test. He liked it.
- What a multi-purpose food – snack, breakfast, yogurt topping – even the ingredients are flexible! Feeling fruity? Chunk some of those dried fruit bad boys in there!
- The recipe I used was here - Soaked Granola. Macie – you could probably make this there, you think? Would you have all the ingredients? Curious minds want to know…
- I just watched last week’s episode of House, M.D. I’m sitting here analyzing it in my head (themes and everything! I know!) as if I were sitting in an English Lit or Drama class or something. Yes, it was that traumatic – but enough to be analyzing the themes as if it were Shakespeare? What is wrong with me??
- My children are eating us out of house and home and they are not even teenagers yet. The food budget is through the roof. Where. do. they. put. it??? I can set a plate full of pancakes on the table (wheat, no less) and before I’m even done with my eggs and two pancakes, they have inhaled at least six. Chris and I just sit there stunned, quite certain little pancakes bits are going to start oozing out their ears.
- Lovely image. You’re welcome. You can go back to your breakfast now.
- Pancakes, anyone?
- I couldn’t resist.
- We visited a couple of farmer’s markets this past weekend as well as an arts market (one farmers market was within the arts market). Very neat, I think. I’m not sure what I expected. I’m really not a forward kind of gal at market-type places so actually talking to someone about their fruits and vegetables feels a little disconcerting. Tips, anyone? How does this farmer’s market culture work?
- G said today, “Don’t be silly, Mom, just sing.” Ok, I’ll work on that. I much prefer the silly part though. Really.
- So, confession time, just how silly do you get behind closed doors when only your small children are watching?
Giggles-n-Gulps
A life of laughter, wonder and surprises!
Silly? Lets just say that my daughter has learned how to “walk like an egyptian”. Thats how silly we are!
I can be pretty silly with my kiddos. I like to dance and make them dance. They LOVE me for this. *snicker*
lets just say i could spend HOURS interpreting shows…whedon is particularly fascinating. nothing is wrong with you.
love homemade granola…so yummy
Well, I don’t know if this is super-silly or not, but it is pretty typical for our house. This morning before work, we had a game of rock-paper-scissors-boulder-giant alien-moose-pizza-giant mouse.
I only play this game with my kids, but that’s because they’re the only ones that know the rules. I still have no idea what moose beats. Certainly not giant alien.
I am of the mind that if I am inspired I go for it, in public or in private (of course within reason…sheesh, DON’T go there!)
I play peek-a-boo with Abby when she is in her car seat and I am running around the car ducked down like a really bad superagent, popping up and making stupid “rawr” sounds.
I will break out into 80′s dance moves with little or no provocation, especially if I am in the mood to make people laugh.
when I am at the zoo…you guessed it. I can’t help it. I really can’t. Bob and Kevin run away and pretend they can’t see me, don’t know me…wha, Who?
I turn into steve erwin. I love to say “crikey”. And “that little fella there”. I am pretty good at improv but my accent is atrocious. I think that is why I end up laughing myself silly. All by myself. While people give me “get to the looney bin” looks.
I am green over your bread. You are inspiring. My oven is fixed now so I may have to give the homemade bread thing a go.
Randomness 50 idea: set your alarm for the 50th minute of each hour and then blog your activity/thought/whatever each hour for your day.