Saturday, November 21, 2009

At The Bookstore

I got to take Bron to a grand opening book store, Dragons and Fairy Tales, in Eagle Mountain, Utah. He did a good job, because people flocked to his table even after I quit refilling the treat plates. (Kids were taking cookies by the handful!) So we know it wasn't the treats, it was his glowing personality! ;0)

Friday, November 13, 2009

The Whoppers are following me...

I don't understand it. My son got a bag full of small sized packs of Whopper malted milk candies. He ate some, and left the rest on the floor. So I cleaned them up, and, yes, I ate some. Over time, I ate some more until there were no packs left.
I thought.
When we cleaned the room, and I found more packs.
I ate them.
Then I cleaned out my sewing basket, and found more packs.
This was becoming a strain on my waistband.
Then I found some on my desk.
Yes, I like Whoppers.
No, I don't want to eat found packs for the rest of my life. I don't have the strength.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Saving Squashed Bread

I don't know how it happened... the loaf of bread was fine when I left the store, but it reached my house DOA. (Dead on Arrival.) It looked like a Great Pumpkin had sat on it.
Well, I usually give such cuisine to my dog, but I was feeling frugal, so I broke the smashed slices into chunks and put them in a bowl. Croutons swirled through my head, but we had no salad, so they swirled back out. Then thoughts of bread pudding teased my brain. I remembered bread pudding as a simple fare when I was young. After a few days (yes, the bread was good and hard) I called up a recipe from the Internet, put on my apron, and made bread pudding.
DANG, it was good! It was a lot sweeter than I remembered, especially with whipped cream slathered on top.
Even my boys liked it, but not enough to help me eat it all. Of course, I don't want to waste food. So instead, I'm waisting it!