I read through an entire cookbook this week. I tried five of the recipes:
1) Breadsticks. I was holding a fussy Noah as I tried to put these in the oven, and they fell off of the cookie sheet and onto the open oven door. I watched in horror as they started to slide toward the hot coils at the bottom of the oven. I handed Noah to Ryan, who was talking to a friend in the front room and was completely unaware of the disaster that was unfolding in the kitchen, and then I ran back to the oven and, using a spatula, rescued the breadsticks from certain death. Though they were deformed, they actually still tasted pretty good.
2) Corn Chowder. No major mishaps here, but it just didn't taste as good as I'd hoped.
3) Chicken Cordon Bleu. Took me two hours to make this (seriously??), but I think it might have been worth it for how good it tasted. This was one of my proudest moments as a housewife.
4) Brazilian Lemonade. This recipe requires pureeing sugar water and whole limes in the blender. You should've seen the mess I made. I think it took me two hours to clean it up and mop my floors.
5) Mango Avocado Salsa with Coconut Rice. The salsa turned out yummy (I had to read a tutorial on how to cut a mango--this has been a slimy and difficult job in the past--and the tutorial really helped). The problem arose when I went to make the rice. Hard to make coconut rice when you can't find the cans of coconut milk that you purchased. I don't know if I left them at the register at the grocery store or if I "put them away" somewhere in our kitchen and they will resurface in six months. If you know Rachel Westover Nielson, then you know that both of those scenarios are very serious possibilities. I am a bit flaky. Anyway, I was so mad when I couldn't find the coconut milk that I went and pouted in my bed and told Ryan that I want to give up on cooking forever. Dramatic? Yes.
**Re: The Mr.
He is so busy at work--busier than he ever was in dental school. He gets up early and comes home late. When he's home, he loves to spend quality time with Noah:
When they're not snoozing, they like to go on evening walks:
|This hat kills me.|
*Re: The Little Mr.
He has peed on me twice and pooped on me once. He has spit up on me more times than I can count. Yet, I love him to bits, and I have to fight the urge every second to squeeze his precious little face vigorously. He is just that cute. The pics below were taken several weeks ago when he was still itty bitty. I feel like he's getting so big now. Yesterday, I was saying to him, "You're a real boy!" (Pinocchio, anyone?)
|Bath by Grandma|
|He loves this little giraffe that makes "white noise."|
Overall, life as a housewife is quite enjoyable.
On tonight's menu: Sweet and Sour Meatballs. I really am becoming domestic. I wonder how many more days it will last.