Well, today's berry-using capabilities have been thwarted by one Cute-And-Irresistable-Baby-Dude:
Oh, well. I'll go get more this afternoon, or tomorrow morning. I hope he enjoyed them.
Bath time.
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Thursday, July 17, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Disaster Mainly Averted -or- How to Make a Lovely Cup of Mint Tea
Did you ever have a day where you felt bad, so you ate bad? Evil, processed things that shouldn't ever pass your lips... and then they do anyways, just because you went to the grocery store hungry in the morning and it was all downhill from there?
How I will make said tea from above leaves, picked fresh just before sunset:
First, mash it up until it's glisteny and your kitchen smells heavenly.
Then, happen upon a miniature colander because you've lost your tea-ball. Place the mint (yes, that's mint, not anything that may be considerably more happifying and/or illegal, I'm a momma now people) and some dried lavender, also from the garden, into said miniature colander.
Place contraption now containing tea leaves into your birthday teacup on your birthday saucer, with your birthday cookbook just behind as a lovely backdrop.
Pour hot-but-not-boiling water from your birthday teapot over leaves, careful not to overflow and scatter crushed mint leaves inside of your birthday teacup.
Take a quaint picture of all of your birthday food-and-drink related presents of yesteryear and enjoy your lovely spring-green cup of tea (also take in the fact that when you buy mint tea bags from the store, the tea is brown). Add some honey if you'd like. Read your birthday cookbook (which you've recently become obsessed with all over again), or write a blog post about how to make a cup of tea.
I am having one of those days.
Tomorrow, I will start the day off right, bake some bread, make a lovely breakfast, and prepare wonderful, simple foods. And simple usually means healthy. And healthy means beautiful. And beautiful food will mean pictures for my blog. :)
For now, I will go make some tea with the mint from my garden and pray I don't get an awful stomach ache from all of the garbage I just tossed down my system.
How I will make said tea from above leaves, picked fresh just before sunset:
First, mash it up until it's glisteny and your kitchen smells heavenly.
Then, happen upon a miniature colander because you've lost your tea-ball. Place the mint (yes, that's mint, not anything that may be considerably more happifying and/or illegal, I'm a momma now people) and some dried lavender, also from the garden, into said miniature colander.
Place contraption now containing tea leaves into your birthday teacup on your birthday saucer, with your birthday cookbook just behind as a lovely backdrop.
Pour hot-but-not-boiling water from your birthday teapot over leaves, careful not to overflow and scatter crushed mint leaves inside of your birthday teacup.
Take a quaint picture of all of your birthday food-and-drink related presents of yesteryear and enjoy your lovely spring-green cup of tea (also take in the fact that when you buy mint tea bags from the store, the tea is brown). Add some honey if you'd like. Read your birthday cookbook (which you've recently become obsessed with all over again), or write a blog post about how to make a cup of tea.
My stomach feels better already.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Explanation.
So, I'm good with food. Most foods, I can do something pretty good with, if not freaking fantastic. I can bake (although I don't particularly CARE for baking. Too much measuring. But I'll do it for the sake of deliciousness), I can make a mean roast, I can do a whole damn party spread from scratch. And people are always like, You should do this! You could do catering! Why don't you think about that? You should TOTALLY sell the cakes you make... make a portfolio!
Well, the thing is, I'm no chef. I've never taken a cooking class. Not once. I'm a stay at home mother who in addition to cooking sews, crafts, draws, makes lists and concocts laundry detergent.
I wouldn't know how to do anything with food professionally if it would save my life, probably.
So I decided, with some gentle arm-twisting from a friend, to start this food blog, to hash out some ideas, to have an online portfolio of sorts, to talk about my favorite hobby: food.
I think it'll be fun, and hey, if no one else reads it, I'll just use it as a journal.
So, there you have it. Let the games begin!
Well, the thing is, I'm no chef. I've never taken a cooking class. Not once. I'm a stay at home mother who in addition to cooking sews, crafts, draws, makes lists and concocts laundry detergent.
I wouldn't know how to do anything with food professionally if it would save my life, probably.
So I decided, with some gentle arm-twisting from a friend, to start this food blog, to hash out some ideas, to have an online portfolio of sorts, to talk about my favorite hobby: food.
I think it'll be fun, and hey, if no one else reads it, I'll just use it as a journal.
So, there you have it. Let the games begin!
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