Sunday, February 26, 2012

I Don't Do Windows

I've been staring at my computer for what feelings like 5 whole minutes, but what is probably only 15 seconds, and I've been trying to come up with something witty and interesting to say to you.  I've got this weird mental block today.  Maybe it's all the fumes from the cleaning products I used earlier.

There's bread in the oven, though.  That should pique your interest, right?  It sure smells like something you'd like.  

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Saturday, February 11, 2012


There's a big old year full of great things ahead of me.  Also, a large amount of things I need to get in order.  And quite a few things I need to bake.  There's always that, isn't there?

My biggest issue is the actual doing.  I'm good on the dreaming bit.  I dream big, think grandly, and always want to make it a huge deal.  But when it comes right down to the doing, I falter a bit.  I'm thinking it's because I'm scared out of my gourd of failure.  Isn't failing to do the things you say you will still... failure?  Yes.  It is indeed.

This is me telling myself to push.  Push hard for the things that scare me and I'll get done the things that thrill me.

Cookies to soothe the soul and make you feel all warm and cozy inside is where we can start.  Among the thousands of recipes out there, I found my favorite crispy cookie recipe.  I offer it to you now to munch on while you plan the rest of your year.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Rollin' with my homies

Getting bearings in the new kitchen - HELLO COUNTER SPACE!

Moving is a pain in the butt.

It takes organization, preparation, and a lot of caffeine.  I had two of those three.  Okay... maybe one and a half.

Sometimes you gotta' do the thing that's hard.  It builds your emotional muscle (and sometimes you're physical muscle).  It makes you grown.

At what point do we become adults?  When we buy our first replacement toothbrush?  When we get under the sink to figure out how exactly our garbage disposal works (and why it's clogged and making those godawful noises?)?  These things happen to adults.  We are becoming those adults in these sort of situations.  Whoa...  that's crazy.

This morning, my adult self set out to make my grandmother's morning specialty, Pannekeoken with stroop.  That may read like some strange disease, but in actuality, it's a thin pancake with a syrup like you wouldn't believe.  There isn't really a true recipe to follow, but rather one built upon from memory.  I remember watching my Oma in the kitchen making a stack of these that was bigger than my head.  My cousins, brother and I would all talk up how many we were going to eat, when in actuality we'd only have two.  Maybe three, if we'd starved ourselves the night before.  As we got older and our stomachs stretched out, we put away more.  Barely.

The recipe for my favorite breakfast food reads more like a paragraph.  You have to work at it.  Watch someone you love make it.  Try it over and over again.  And then teach it to someone else you love.

Can't wait to make this again, once all my moving is done.  Hope you're worlds are well.