The Boy: A Future Food Network Star?

The Boy: A Future Food Network Star?

The Boy’s been writing a cookbook lately.

It’s precious.

Every night after I’ve said lights out he works on it {I don’t fight it}, and every morning, after I’ve sent him off to school, I head up to his desk to see what he’s done.

From the looks of this—his Author’s Note—he’s just about finished.

Personally, I love trying to decode his kid-spelling. I love to see how his mind works, and how he’s sounding things out. I’ll give you a minute to try.

Go on. It’s so flippin’ sweet.

Give up?

Okay, it’s “Know why I like this book? Because I like to bake, and every time you bake it’s a celebration.”Resident Evil: Vendetta 2017 live streaming film

Oh, the cuteness.

The funny part is, I’m really not much of a baker, but I guess when I do whip out a cookie sheet he really takes it to heart.

When he’s finished, he told me, he and his bud will be selling copies. Each book will cost $5, unless you buy a $12 membership {I have no idea what the membership’s to}, in which case it’s $4.

I think someone will have to look at his business plan, but I gotta say,

I love his enthusiasm.

Have you entered the giveaway yet? Have you shared with friends?! C’mon … this one’s such a great treat from the gorgeous line of Stella & Dot: hop to it!

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Whatchoo-Wish-You-Were-Wearin’ {If You Were 6 And Headin’ Out To The Movies With Mom} Wednesday

Whatchoo-Wish-You-Were-Wearin’ {If You Were 6 And Headin’ Out To The Movies With Mom} Wednesday

This weekend, The Boy and I are making our way to the theater for a movie date.Sleepless 2017 live streaming movie

Given my love for old films, you might think we were off to see White Christmas or It’s A Wonderful Life or Shop Around The Corner.

Love ’em all, but that’s not where we’re going.

Nope.

A local theater is showing classic films at 10 am the next few Saturdays, and this weekend’s feature is a film that I think every young boy should see in the month of December {with his mother by his side, of course, ready to giggle-at-while-simultaneously-poo-poo-ing any poor behavior}: A Christmas Story.

Trust me, I’m doing all that I can to ensure that The Boy knows the real reason for this glorious season, but this movie—in my book—is a right of passage for any kid almost old enough to hold

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Mom/The Boy Movie Date

 

 What are your favorite holiday movies?

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Brownies v. House Fires

Brownies v. House Fires

This is a story about how two six-year-old boys can overlook just about anything when their goal is to wolf down a brownie for lunch.

The day before Thanksgiving, I was prepping the two things I’d been put in charge of for the next day’s family dinner:

kid-friendly desserts and the holiday cocktail.

The desserts were—for the most part—fun and simple to prepare: two pans of brownies and a gaggle of angry, protesting turkey cupcakes. {Almost a Pinterest fail, until I added the picket signs}.

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The cocktail—a Ginger Rogers—was easy as well, but included preparing a ginger simple syrup ahead of time.

I followed the recipe, and thinly sliced 2 oz. of ginger, added it to a small{ish} sauce pan along with water and sugar and some peppercorn. Brought it all to a nice boil then reduced the heat to medium for a sweet simmer. According to the recipe, it would take about 35-40 minutes for the syrup to thicken. Excellent! Plenty of time to walk to the corner and get The Boy off the bus, which is what I did.

Fast forward 10 minutes. The Boy and his buddies get off the bus.

Fast forward another 2. The Boy and one of his buds run directly to my house to play, while I take a few moments to enjoy some conversation with my friend, Bud’s mom.

Fast forward another 17 seconds, which is just about what it took The Boy and Bud to notice that there were two pans of brownies on my kitchen counter, which they’d both decided would be appropriate for lunch.

Fast forward another 2 seconds, when Boy and Bud began repeatedly coming to the front door, hollering across the street to me

Could we have some brownies for lunch?

Mom, we’d like some brownies!

Mom? Mom! Moooooooooooooooom!

After a few more rounds of that and a total of about 23 minutes had passed since I’d last looked at my sauce pan {which, let me reiterate, was at a beautiful gentle simmer when I left the house}, I said goodbye to my friend and walked back across the street to make two young men some lunch so that they could enjoy a brownie each afterwards.

They waited happily for me at the door.

Amidst smoke.

Yup, smoke.

Lots of it, hanging just about a foot above their heads, thick and wavy and curling throughout the house, from the kitchen, to my family room, through the dining and living rooms,which neither boy seemed to notice in the least as they jumped and giggled and danced at the prospect of post-ham sandwich chocolatey delight.

I ran, grabbed the pan off the stove {which by now looked like a ginger graveyard … each thinly sliced piece was sticking out of the brown, dark, and sticky ground that was once a simple syrup}, opened all the windows on my first floor, and asked them,

GUYS?! Didn’t you notice the smoke in the house!??!

Their answer?

We thought something smelled funny, but we were talking about brownies.

The moral of this particular story:

1. Don’t use a small{ish} sauce pan to make a simple syrup. Use a SMALL saucepan, doofus.

2. Don’t leave something simmering on your stove when you leave to grab your kid off the school bus. That should’ve been obvious.

3. Don’t chat it up with your friend after said pick up, no matter how much time you think you have left on the timer.

and

4. Don’t trust men to use their best judgement when brownies are on your kitchen counter.

Amen.

 

 

 

 

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