Oh, and of course, the..........
FOOD!
Here's wishing a Super-Duper Birthday to my February 3rd gals - two of the most beautiful people on the planet!
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Super Bowl - Pooper Bowl
I'm just in it for the commercials, conversation and cheering.
Oh, and of course, the..........
Oh, and of course, the..........
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Meal Planning???
Ahhh... weekends!
Highly anticipated around the world as a time of rest and relaxation.... who doesn't love em? I do, though they aren't quite what they used to be now that I'm working part-time. Sleeping in? Haven't done much of that since FirstBorn entered the picture. And piles of laundry and assorted messes are usually still waiting when I get home, so outside employment seems a breeze compared to my main occupation of raising the Critters.
No, what I really miss when I have to work on a Saturday morning is food.
There is something intrinsically foreign about the notion of of a leisurely brunch. Not for everyone, mind you. But for this Momster the concept is just that - a concept.
What actually happens is more like "lunchfast" - bolted in stolen moments - usually stone cold - over the course of an hour in between answering the phone, assisting guests, and the myriad other tasks I am responsible for at the little county inn where I work.
I can't eat first thing when I get up. Coffee keeps me going as the morning speeds along. Though I've been awake since early pre-dawn, I've been busy and haven't noticed the gnawing in my gut. But along about 10 - 10:30 I begin to realize, hey! I'm hungry! And lucky for me, there is a very fine breakfast chef who will lovingly prepare my food once the guests are all served.... see previous paragraph.
What would help is a little pre-planning. I do it for the crew at home, plugging in the crock pot, stocking up on fruit and prepackaged, easily accessible snacks. Why not take better care of myself? Actually I do sometimes pack something for myself, but I often forget and leave it in the car, or just get too darn busy.
Anyhow, all of this thinking about food has made me think about the terminology we assign to mealtimes.
I've come up with my own, more appropriate terms:
Morning Coffee = Cup-o-degrump
Coffee Break = Zip Sip
Breakfast = Smell the bacon ('cuz that's all I get to do)
Brunch = Lunchfast
Lunch = Huh?
Mid Afternoon Snack = Need a Nibble
Tea Time = Cuppa (borrowed this, but mine is usually joe)
Dinner = Soup's On
Late Supper = Lupper
Midnight Snack = Zzzzznack
Feel free to use them. Here's hoping both your belly and table are full....
Highly anticipated around the world as a time of rest and relaxation.... who doesn't love em? I do, though they aren't quite what they used to be now that I'm working part-time. Sleeping in? Haven't done much of that since FirstBorn entered the picture. And piles of laundry and assorted messes are usually still waiting when I get home, so outside employment seems a breeze compared to my main occupation of raising the Critters.
No, what I really miss when I have to work on a Saturday morning is food.
There is something intrinsically foreign about the notion of of a leisurely brunch. Not for everyone, mind you. But for this Momster the concept is just that - a concept.
What actually happens is more like "lunchfast" - bolted in stolen moments - usually stone cold - over the course of an hour in between answering the phone, assisting guests, and the myriad other tasks I am responsible for at the little county inn where I work.
I can't eat first thing when I get up. Coffee keeps me going as the morning speeds along. Though I've been awake since early pre-dawn, I've been busy and haven't noticed the gnawing in my gut. But along about 10 - 10:30 I begin to realize, hey! I'm hungry! And lucky for me, there is a very fine breakfast chef who will lovingly prepare my food once the guests are all served.... see previous paragraph.
What would help is a little pre-planning. I do it for the crew at home, plugging in the crock pot, stocking up on fruit and prepackaged, easily accessible snacks. Why not take better care of myself? Actually I do sometimes pack something for myself, but I often forget and leave it in the car, or just get too darn busy.
Anyhow, all of this thinking about food has made me think about the terminology we assign to mealtimes.
I've come up with my own, more appropriate terms:
Morning Coffee = Cup-o-degrump
Coffee Break = Zip Sip
Breakfast = Smell the bacon ('cuz that's all I get to do)
Brunch = Lunchfast
Lunch = Huh?
Mid Afternoon Snack = Need a Nibble
Tea Time = Cuppa (borrowed this, but mine is usually joe)
Dinner = Soup's On
Late Supper = Lupper
Midnight Snack = Zzzzznack
Feel free to use them. Here's hoping both your belly and table are full....
Friday, February 1, 2013
A Daily Dose
This morning I am issuing myself a challenge to post every day this month. It is February after all, the shortest month of the year, and not even a leap year's extra day to contend with - I factored that in before commiting. So... no guarantees that it will be in the morning, but let's see if I get farther with this than I did with the Nanowrimo challenge a few years back.... but hey! I had an emergency appendectomy then, so cut me some slack!
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In The Last Hour or so...
By the time I finish writing this (and making pictures, if you're lucky) it will probably be bedtime, but the title actually refers to how I spent my first waking hours this morning. And no, I am not an excruciatingly slow writer, just a highly distracted one....
6:00 A.M. - Woke the Critters with kisses and attempted to dress a newly-five year old lump (a.k.a. Bonus Baby) who was "too tired for pulling clothes". Settled down to a cup-o-joe (lovingly brewed by caffeine free Hubby) for all of two seconds before jumping up to help with breakfasts, packing lunches, locating stuff, refereeing a mild dispute, and getting them all out the door. Sorry, Sweetie Petite-y, I forgot to write your permission slip.....
7:25 - Vantana is running, and everyone else is outside in the cold vehicle waiting, but Third Child is still sitting here trying to zip her boots. I try unsuccessfully, then Hubby and Only Son venture back in and give it go, but nuthin' doing. So, like Rosie the Riveter, I roll up my sleeves, and with SUPER MOMSTER effort do what no man has done before - I zip those boots! I am woman, yada, yada,yada.... Two hours later, the dent is still in my finger, but hey! Fashion has it's price.
7:30 - Waving goodbye out the window, I turn to see the open breadbox on the counter... and grief for my recently deceased father-in-law washes over me. Weird, you say, but that breadbox was crafted just for me by the man that taught Hubby to be the man he is today.... Now I am a drippy mess, because that makes me think of my own father, and how much I miss them both. May they rest in peace...
8-ish - Combating grief, I turn to the mind numbing comfort of technology, and hop on the computer. First, I take care of business - checking and answering email, thanking TEE for mailing back my lost earring (and including a package of spare earring backs: do they make those for lost trains of thought?), and scanning the morning headlines. Two in particular, posted back to back, strike me:
No joke! But that does make me think I need some nachos to supplement my coffee.....
So, after the serious business of the morning is accomplished, I am faced with a dilemma. Should I go make bread like I promised Hubby I would (and just told several people via email I was about to do), or fritter away time on FACEBOOK?
Hmmmm........
I'm thinking that bread baked later this afternoon would be a nice "fresh from the oven" treat at dinner tonight, don't you agree?
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In The Last Hour or so...
By the time I finish writing this (and making pictures, if you're lucky) it will probably be bedtime, but the title actually refers to how I spent my first waking hours this morning. And no, I am not an excruciatingly slow writer, just a highly distracted one....
6:00 A.M. - Woke the Critters with kisses and attempted to dress a newly-five year old lump (a.k.a. Bonus Baby) who was "too tired for pulling clothes". Settled down to a cup-o-joe (lovingly brewed by caffeine free Hubby) for all of two seconds before jumping up to help with breakfasts, packing lunches, locating stuff, refereeing a mild dispute, and getting them all out the door. Sorry, Sweetie Petite-y, I forgot to write your permission slip.....
7:25 - Vantana is running, and everyone else is outside in the cold vehicle waiting, but Third Child is still sitting here trying to zip her boots. I try unsuccessfully, then Hubby and Only Son venture back in and give it go, but nuthin' doing. So, like Rosie the Riveter, I roll up my sleeves, and with SUPER MOMSTER effort do what no man has done before - I zip those boots! I am woman, yada, yada,yada.... Two hours later, the dent is still in my finger, but hey! Fashion has it's price.
7:30 - Waving goodbye out the window, I turn to see the open breadbox on the counter... and grief for my recently deceased father-in-law washes over me. Weird, you say, but that breadbox was crafted just for me by the man that taught Hubby to be the man he is today.... Now I am a drippy mess, because that makes me think of my own father, and how much I miss them both. May they rest in peace...
8-ish - Combating grief, I turn to the mind numbing comfort of technology, and hop on the computer. First, I take care of business - checking and answering email, thanking TEE for mailing back my lost earring (and including a package of spare earring backs: do they make those for lost trains of thought?), and scanning the morning headlines. Two in particular, posted back to back, strike me:
Why Heart Attacks Increase in the Winter
&
A Football Feast: 100 + Super Bowl Recipes
No joke! But that does make me think I need some nachos to supplement my coffee.....
So, after the serious business of the morning is accomplished, I am faced with a dilemma. Should I go make bread like I promised Hubby I would (and just told several people via email I was about to do), or fritter away time on FACEBOOK?
Hmmmm........
I'm thinking that bread baked later this afternoon would be a nice "fresh from the oven" treat at dinner tonight, don't you agree?
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