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at the playground

Posted on November 5, 2006 by wrekehavoc

we took a jaunt to a new playground this evening, BC, jools, BS, and BC’s pal, Alison. the kids all started to create a restaurant with some sandy mud and various sticks and acorns. so jools comes toddling over with a bucket first, filled with sand, and announces, “do you want some hamburgers and creme brulee?”

BS and i didn’t know he had ever heard of creme brulee. the fanciest we get is vanilla pudding.

a few minutes later, Alison comes over to collect some more sand near us. another mom is neaby with her little one, who is looking on wistfully, waiting to join in the restaurant biz. “what are you making?” i ask Al.

“Julian says he wants us to bring him a six-pack next.” jools learned this term from the adventures of zak and cody, where the heroes ask for a six-pack of soda. but it’s too long to explain that.

the other mother looks at us. we shrug. we wait for her to pick up her cell and call the authorities. fortunately, she just takes her son and walks over to the kids.

for anyone concerned, my kids seldom drink soda. and that’s about the hardest stuff they’ll get around here.

lord save me from smart children

Posted on October 30, 2006 by wrekehavoc

…so before she falls asleep tonight, BC smells my breath. “mama,” she asks, “what did you just eat?”

“i ate an M&M.” mea culpa.

“i want an M&M now!” she protested, sounding a mite too close to veruca salt for comfort.

“you’ll be getting boatloads of candy tomorrow, don’t worry about it,” i countered. “i won’t get any from trick-or-treating.” gotcha there, sistah.

“yeah, but you’ll be taking candy from me afterwards.”

::doh::

she continued. “you know, mama, you’ve been taking my candy for seven years now. why don’t you leave mine alone and take from julian this year?”

damn. she actually noticed. this child of mine, who doesn’t notice that she’s wearing stripes with polkadots, who wouldn’t notice if an alien dropped from the sky whistling “dixie”, yeah, she notices anything to do with sweets.

lesson learned: mess with my chocolate and die.

apple challah season

Posted on October 22, 2006 by wrekehavoc

when the going gets tough, the tough…bake. and tonight, i have outdone myself. i have baked an apple-filled challah that kicks serious tuchas.

whenever we go to club med, i could care less about the food. french night? feh. seafood night? does nothing for me. but what is the big payoff for me? the bread. the people who bake the bread there are people to be worshipped. every morning, there is fresh bread — challah stuffed with chocolate (i opt for dark – there’s also white, but why waste your time with white chocolate when life is short?), bread stuffed with bananas, lovely whole wheat, bread with cheese in it, croissants, etc. i don’t really need to eat anything else at breakfast — give me a nice hunk of bread and a cup of tea and i am thrilled beyond belief.

i’ve always vowed to bake something as good. it has taken me awhile to get it right. but tonight, i have mastered the challah that has some fresh apple filling (made from a few of the 45 pounds of apples we picked last weekend out in purcellville) i made.

tomorrow may not be a stellar diet day 😉

the mad tea party

Posted on June 17, 2006 by wrekehavoc

we’ve been reading the american girls felicity series, BC and i; and in the last one we read, felicity learns how to serve tea. (or something like that.) rather than picking up on the message that little girls in 1774 weren’t allowed to go to school, BC grabbed hold of the idea that it would be lovely to learn how to serve tea.

so much for feminism 😉

anyway, jools, BC and i went to the farmer’s market this morning. besides the temper tantrums, the need to find a bathroom where there wasn’t one in a 2 mile radius (unless you purchased food, which i ultimately did at what turned out to be a very nice little coffee shop), and the “mama, it’s hot, i want to go home”s, we ended up with some lovely basil, some chocolate mint, fresh tomatoes, apples, mozzarella, and beef.

if i were one of those bloggers who obsesses about photographing food, then i would show a picture of the lovely tea i brewed with the mint and some honey. but i’m not. i’m one of those bloggers who chooses, instead, to obsess over my kids.

so there.

and there.

and you musn’t forget that, too.

once we broke out of our diabetic comas (thanks to all that sugar that jools poured into tea already sweetened with honey), we decided it was a lot of fun. and BC loved cleaning her little tea pot and accoutrements.

okay, okay. so feminism took one for the team. tomorrow, i’ll teach her how to burn bras, despite the fact that she doesn’t wear one. yet.

one more sign that i'm a working mother

Posted on May 16, 2006 by wrekehavoc

thanks to my never-ending juggling act (at which i apparently suck), there are many casualties in my refrigerator. exhibit a: several different reusable tubs (actually, reused takeaway containers) of leftovers which have seen better days. there are carrots returning to the earth. there is even a jar of mango chutney which i think has been around longer than Hellboy, who will turn three the end of this month.

but here’s my biggest contribution to food science:

drum roll, please…

i’ve found two unopened containers of breakstone sour cream. both expired about two months ago. now, if sour cream already starts out sour, what happens when it goes past it’s expiration date? does it get sour-er?

[Note to self: no one will ever confuse you with a domestic goddess.]

there she goes again…

Posted on July 29, 2004 by wrekehavoc

BC somehow managed to attract every mosquito within a 1 mile radius between the time she walked from our front door to the moment she closed the car door. by that time, she had at least 10 angry mosquito bites, and they looked itchy as hell. the four of us then started our daily drive in to work/camp/day care, and this lovely little chat, worthy of one of those Reader’s Digest columns, took place.

BC: mama, why do i get so many mosquito bites?

Me: because, honey, you are so very sweet!

BC thinks a little.

BC: mama, how come they don’t bite dada?

Me: because he isn’t so sweet.

(BS grimaces.)

BC thinks some more.

BC: mama, how come they bite you?

Me: because i am so sweet, too!

BC pauses.

BC: you know, maybe we should stop eating so much junk food?

happiness

Posted on September 5, 2003 by wrekehavoc

i just got a falafel sandwich from lebanese taverna. they are the best. i ate them throughout my pregnancy. i have not had one since marnie brough me one in the hospital.

if only life were so easily calmed ::sigh::