I love to bake. I’m really good at it, too, when I’m paying attention and not trying to be a vigilante Martha Stewart and guessing amounts using the palm of my hand and counting. Despite being a half-decent baker, I have certain recipes that I stick to over and over again. One is my Cinnful Cinnamon Bread. I make this on all the major food holidays – Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas – and often double the recipe so that I can send a loaf to my oldest boys’ grandmother’s house for them to enjoy as well. I whipped out a couple loafs a few days ago even though I had to improvise on pans since my bread pans went missing in the move. Here are a few pics and the recipe follows: Read more
I’m tired. Deeply, deeply tired. It’s been a rough couple of nights. I know I’m that special kind of tired because while watching a movie with Caden, I commented that the figure in the shadows looked like “an alien with testicles.” He looked at me and burst out laughing. Read more
I was 37 when I carried and gave birth last year to my daughter, Alessandra. It was a relatively easy pregnancy, but I worried the entire time. I take that back. Worried is definitely an understatement. I was frantically obsessed that something “bad” was going to happen. The media had me convinced that because of my age there was a strong possibility I would have complications during labor or that my precious angel could be born with a birth defect. Although I was offered certain prenatal screening tests to check for problems ahead of time, I declined. I was even more petrified that invasive testing would cause complications or worse. After finally having my little girl within reach, I was not going to risk miscarrying or harming her in any way before she was born. Read more
I’m on vacation, which means I’ve been trying to sneak in some baking time. Yesterday, I found a recipe on Pinterest that made my mouth water – Sugar Cookie Bars. They were easy to make and turned out to be absolutely scrumptious!
I love how even at my age I am continually lectured about how I should and shouldn’t raise my daughter (and other kids – including the new one). How could I possibly have let her drink from a sippy cup at only 7-months-old? Why we would ever consider co-sleeping with her? After all, this screws with a child’s independence, right? You know, I like to think of myself as a good mother. I have raised three wonderful boys. They have never been in serious trouble or made devastating choices. They are not racist or judgmental. They are good, well-adjusted kids. I raised them and helped shape who they are today. And I did a damn good job. Read more
Caden’s grandparents are up visiting from Florida and grandma had the opportunity to teach Caden how to make aebleskivers this morning. Aebleskivers are traditional Danish pancakes. Unlike flat pancakes made in a pan or on a grill, aebleskivers are cooked to perfection in a special type of pan producing a round puff-like pastry or popover. Read more
As I was searching for a photo from the public domain to add to a blog post, I came across a handful of random images that are simple breathtaking. I wanted to share these with you. Which one is your favorite? Read more
We all have that one song. You know, the one where no matter how hard we try, we cannot seem to figure out the lyrics. Each time it comes on the radio, is used in a movie or flows through Spotify or Pandora, we put our ear to the speaker just hoping. Hoping the words are suddenly clear and crisp. Yeah right. Read more