Mistake #3 – rolled out with the marble roller instead of the wooden one. (The wooden one has been sacrificed to kool-aid colored playdough)
The bubbles that help make my biscuits light and fluffy never had a chance. Poor bubbles
To make up for that, I made an apple pancake for breakfast Sunday morning. The children hooted it down absolutely: “It’s too SWEET to eat for breakfast Mama!” (even though it was served with a side of bacon and scrambled eggs). Okay boys, dessert for the next few days is already ready already.
Although I might be persuaded to make some vanilla ice cream to go with it. Or ginger….. Hmmm. Ginger ice cream.
2 Granny Smith or other tart apple (peeled, cored and thinly sliced)
3/4 cups light brown sugar (firmly packed)
3 tablespoons butter (melted, divided 2/1)
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon (ground)
1/2 teaspoon ginger (ground (the holiday baking spice, not the fresh peppery stuff. Although that would be mightytasty))
1/2 cup old-fashioned oats
1 1/2 cup all purpose flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 1/2 cup milk
Add the spices to the batter for a different flavor.
Put the apples in a bowl with the brown sugar and spices. Stir to combine, then set aside.
Melt 2 tbs butter in your cast iron frying pan.
Combine dry ingredients in a mixing bowl, then pour in the eggs and butter. Pour in 1 cup of milk, then stir a bit. Add the remaining milk a splash at a time, as needed. You want a creamy, yet pourable batter.
Pour apple mixture into the butter in your cast iron frying pan. Spread 'em out evenly. Or not.... whatever thrills your soul.
Meal fatigue has set in. I don’t have a plan, I’m tired of dealing with “I don’t like this/that/the other”, and I cannot stomach takeout every night.
Okay, I can stomach it. I cannot AFFORD it.
I had a plan once upon a time. It was an OK plan, but well… Honestly I don’t know what happened. I think we had a few too many days/weeks/months where I had ingredients, but not meals. And a few days where everyone had a tummy bug.
SO I’m going back to plotting and planning. Making lists. At least if there’s a list, I can ignore it, right? But there needs to be a list to ignore to begin with.
I want to be organized. I want to cook, to save money (freezer cooking? crock pottery?)
(you know my kids don’t eat soups, right? >.<)
and I want dinner on the table or close to it when I get home from work.
I know you’re hamstrung. People want their storage space AND they have those pathetic little postage-stamp-sized lawns leaving absolutely zero space for proper design.
And it’s clear they aren’t thinking about the fact that the honkin’ big garage door overshadows every single bit of architectural prettiness you could manage to sneak into the design. I kinda like how the twin peaks of the roofline mimic mountains. I wish I could see what kind of detail you designed into the front door and the support posts holding up the front porch….thing.
This is not the way I want to welcome guests to my home. The garage is NOT the most important entryway.
And I’m having a really difficult time finding a home because of this.
I’ve seen your posts here and there, vowing to spend less time plugged in.
I get it, I promise I do. You want to spend more time playing board games with your kids, getting stuff done.
I get a lot of stuff done when I restrict my internet use too.
But here’s the thing.
You’ve moved away. I’ve moved away. We met on a message board and have never met face to face. Our schedules don’t sync up enough for us to hang together even though we live less than ten miles from each other. You live on the other side of the PLANET.
When you unplug, you’re taking yourself even further away from me.