Thousands of Hillbillies Can’t Be Wrong
November 30, 2007
As part of his– I am turning three soon and no longer need you except for things like cutting my meat and wiping my butt– Miles now likes to dress himself. To make this easier on both of us I keep only the clothes I actually want him to wear within his reach. I got tired of constantly saying things like, “You can not wear shorts and a thick wool Christmas sweater that fit you two years ago.”
This morning he came down wearing his overalls. I innocently asked, “Where is your shirt, Miles?”
“I not need a shirt. This goes on my shoulders, see? It is a shirt. And it is pants.”
Posted by Chris @ 8:15 pm
Forget About Research, Baking is What is Important
November 28, 2007
See my pink package of corn starch? Up in the corner it says “Bake for the Cure.” Who knew that was what it would take to cure breast cancer? Baking in my own home.
I wonder if cooking on the stovetop counts too. Or is it just baking.
Posted by Chris @ 11:03 pm
Vegan Vanilla Rice Pudding
You will need:
1/3 cup sugar
3 tbsp cornstarch
2 cups rice milk*
1 tsp vanilla*
1/2- 3/4 cup prepared rice
Mix the sugar, cornstarch and salt in a large saucepan. Gradually blend in the rice milk, stirring constantly to avoid lumps. yes this part is important. Ask me how I know. Lumpy pudding anyone?
Cook the mixture over low heat, stirring constantly until thickened. Don’t let it boil. As it thickens up to pudding consistency pull the pot off of the heat and stir in the rice. If your rice is stuck together separate it with your fingertips while dumping it in.
Pour into little bowls and put in the refrigerator to cool. Or eat it straight out of the pot with a spoon. Whatever.
After it is cooled, garnish with cinnamon, dried diced apricots, dried cranberries, or plumped raisins.
* I used vanilla flavored rice milk, and therefore omitted the vanilla. It wasn’t quite vanilla-ey enough for me this way though and next time I will return to the real vanilla.
Posted by Chris @ 8:19 pm
This Little Piggy Became Bacon
So, the pig we bought has been put to rest. (How is that for a euphemism) We received the phone call last night.
Apparently I need to go down to the farm or wherever he is being kept, look at some chart, and decide what cuts I would like.
Completely unnecessary, I plan on just asking for it all in bacon. 200 lbs of bacon.
Posted by Chris @ 7:08 pm
Day After Turkey Soup
Posted by Chris @ 1:25 am
Chocolate Chip Pumpkin Bread
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Posted by Chris @ 1:22 am
So this year in addition to being thankful for my family, my children, my house, the ability to afford oil to heat my house, my food, my relative wealth when compared to people in other countries, my reliable van, the ability to afford gas to put into that van, my cute shoes, and dairy free chocolate, I am forgiving myself and letting go of some of the things that plague me daily.
Over at Parenting, you can read the long, long list of things that I am forgiving myself for this holiday season.
This afternoon we went out for a walk, or in the case of Miles, a drag. He walked so slow I thought I might collapse and die of old age right there 50 ft from my driveway. Perhaps I should also forgive myself for shoving him in the back periodically in an effort to hurry the “walk” along.
Posted by Chris @ 1:15 am
November 26, 2007
Posted by Chris @ 5:26 pm
Conversation with an almost 3 year old
November 25, 2007
“I am just wittle.”
“Yes, you are Miles.”
“I have two wittle hands.”
“Yes, you do Miles.”
“I have two wittle thumbs.”
“Yes, you do.”
“I have two wittle shoulders.”
“Yes, you do.”
“I have two wittle legs.”
“Uh huh, you do.”
“I have two wittle eyes.”
“Yes, Miles. You do.”
“But I can’t see my wittle eyes.”
“But I can see them. They are right there.”
“Can you see my two wittle ears?”
“Yes, I can.”
“I have wots of wittle toes.”
“Yes, you do.”
“I have wittle cimanim buns.”
“Yes you have cinnamon buns.”
“I not hab a wittle peni$.”
“I hab a great big peni$”
“Yes Miles, that is what they all say.”
Posted by Chris @ 10:42 pm