So, I turned forty recently. FORTY. For the most part, I like birthdays and I have no problem getting older. But for some reason, this one is throwing me for a bit of a loop. Maybe it’s because I’m a mom now, and being a mom is making me nostalgic. And being nostalgic means I’m remembering all the fun things I’ve done over the years (many, MANY years) and for the first time feeling like the door is starting to close a little in my life. Continue reading
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I’ve been writing a lot of blog posts in the shower lately. Well, not *literally* writing them . . . showers and computers don’t coexist peacefully, after all. But in my head, in the shower, post after post just comes rolling out. It’s too bad, really. If only I had a shower-proof computer those posts might actually see the light of day. Why the shower? Continue reading
I had a very crafty childhood. Perhaps it was because those were the dark days before internet, Wii games, and DVRs with on-demand kiddie shows. The days when a stay at home mom had to do more than push a button to keep two active kids entertained. Don’t read that as judgement, please – I’m about to become a button pushing mom myself. But something about being pregnant has made me increasingly nostalgic about my own childhood, and my memories of the fun and crazy things my brother and I did, all in the name of daytime entertainment. A lot of what I remember was food related. Or at least kitchen related. I specifically recall getting to do “experiments” – which involved a dish tub and a large number of random ingredients, some edible (flour, spices, etc) and some not so much (dirt, bugs), all mixed up with water into something that can only be described as nasty. I’m sure it was a great way to keep a little one distracted and out of the way – but wow! I can’t believe my mom supported that kind of craziness. And cleaned up after it. Continue reading
Tomorrow’s my birthday, and since I’ll be working and not so much celebrating, I thought I would take a little time today to make myself a treat. As far as I’m concerned, birthdays are just an excuse for eating cake for breakfast! These little cakes are soft and buttery and have a very delicate crumb, thanks to the cake flour and, um, lots of butter. The crumb topping is a little bit crumbly and a little bit crunchy, and really just an excuse for adding more butter and sugar to the cakelet. Call it a coffee cake and no one will be the wiser when you snarf it up for breakfast. Perrrfect.