In preparation for the big game tomorrow, YKW bought the bug a brand spankin new Tigers hoodie. In case any of you don't have plans tomorrow at 1:05 you can do some cheering for the Tigers as they kick Kansas City's ass.
*PS, it must be noted in this post that mommy is a Braves fan, but she is still supportive of daddy's (mostly) delusional hope that Finn will play for the Tigers one day.
*PPS, This post is dedicated to my husband's crush, DentaLori and her mad love for the Tigers.
Oh and a little note: Don't forget to go through myPoints for all of these lovely birthday gifts.
And so, what else is there to do besides recruit YKW to take part in my blind taste test?
At first, he couldn't taste the difference in the two, but upon further tasting he said the Mexican Coke was more "bitey," well whatever that means. Apparently YKW is no Chris Kimball. He won't be working at America's Test Kitchen anytime soon.
Bottomline, they do taste differently, but there isn't a huge difference. The US Coke is sweeter. And if nothing else, pick up a bottle of Mexican Coke in the international food aisle and try it out for yourself. It makes for a rather amusing Wednesday night activity.
If you haven't tried roasted cauliflower, get thee to the nearest store and pick up a head. Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Cut all of the florets from the head. Rinse. Put on a cookie sheet. Drizzle with olive oil, then season liberally (remember cauliflower doesn't have a whole host of taste on its own), don't forget the salt. Roast for 25-35 minutes and enjoy.
If you haven't read it, go check it out here at amazon.com.
If you're married, you can check out Smart Couples Finish Rich, also by David Bach. I recommend reading it BEFORE you get married so you start off on the same financial foot. It is also a great vehicle for having "that" discussion.
According to his blog on mySpace (now set to private)...
Not in the new Alltel commercials
I've had a lot of people write and ask me about this, so I thought it'd be easiest to just write a blog. I hate that word, I don't know if I've ever typed the word blog before. it even looks dumb. Anyway. I'm no longer 'The Sprint Guy' in the Alltel commercials. Basically, Alltel wanted to sign me (and the rest of the guys) through the end of 2008. Everyone else signed on except me. I didn't want to be known as that guy at the expense of other things I'd rather do, like TV and movies. It may not have hurt, but who knows. Also, Alltel was unable to offer a contract that addressed specific concerns my representation had with it. So, we decided it would be best to move on. I think that's about it. Thanks for the messages from friends and strangers, glad you found me entertaining in those commercials, or at least recognized my presence and consequent lack thereof in said commercials.
And did you know he was from Mentor, OH? Check out this article from The Plain Dealer. And here is an article about Chad's Circle from Buzz about all of the original guys.
And so my dear readers, as all good things must come to an end... let's hope they don't replace me with someone with a bad (read fake) afro. It's the poor man's Sprint guy for us from now on, but you're still getting the REAL THING here at So Wonderful, So Marvelous.
Here is the recipe I've developed after much trial and error. It is adapted from this one from Williams-Sonoma.
I use a prepared (frozen) deep-dish crust.
half a package of breakfast sausage
8 oz of fontina, gruyere, or swiss cheese
3 eggs - room temp
1 cup heavy cream - room temp
1/3 cup milk - room temp
3-5 dashes of Tabasco
thyme, rosemary, and black pepper to taste
Brown the sausage, crumble and allow to cool. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Place the pie crust on a cookie sheet in case the quiche runs over. Shred the cheese and put half of the cheese in the bottom of the pie crust. Layer the sausage on top of the cheese, then pour the egg mixture on top of the cheese and sausage. Layer the rest of the cheese on top of the egg mixture. Bake for approximately 40 minutes or until the center is slightly firm to the touch. Allow to cool for approximately 10-15 minutes.
Such a small price to pay for naked hot tubbing I'd say.
Number 10 on the list, this little gem from Old Navy. The pink swirl printed scarf bag is a STEAL at $19.50 and will look oh, so cool for my summer wardrobe. Plus, it's roomy enough for all those mommy items I am forever carting around these days. Thanks to Em for the find.
This week I was completely uninspired. Completely.
What do I do when uninspired? Ummmm catch up on my blog reading of course. I ran across this little gem from Brittany and suddenly my Wednesday had a "Buffalo Chicken Pizza" scrawled in it.
OK, so I messed with the recipe a bit. I always do. Oh, and I rarely have a recipe, more of an approximation of what I threw together.
Here it is in all of its chickeny goodness.
So, I made the crust in the bread maker, a white flour version of the whole wheat crust I blogged about here. Then I put a layer of the bleu cheese, mixed up some rotisserie chicken with some Kroger Wing Sauce until liberally coated, then put that on. Then I covered the whole thing with a bag of pizza cheese and a liberal amount of parsley and a little olive oil. I baked it on a pizza stone for about 20 minutes in a 400 degree oven.
Garnish with some celery and you're all set.
It was AWESOME.
Allow me to set the scene for you darling readers. It is approximately midnight on a school night for YKW. He has just dealt with a screaming baby and watching the news and gone to bed. I am rummaging, rummaging, rummaging through the newly tidied linen closet.
him: What are you doing?
me: Looking for something.
him: Uh, yea... WHAT are you looking for?
me: That Body Shop masque I bought you a long time ago.
me: FOUND it! Yesssss.
*5 minutes go by*
me: I'm going to just put this masque on and you have to let it dry for 20 minutes. Then I am going to jump in the shower. I'll be in bed in like half an hour.
*He knows full well I will most definitely not be in bed in half an hour.*
*I put the army green masque on my face and pass him in the hall.*
me: *talking with minimal lip movement* Don't make me laugh, you'll crack it.
*15 minutes pass*
*diddle-eeep* *diddle-eeep* *click* *diddle-eeep* *diddle-eeep* *click* *diddle-eeep* *diddle-eeep* *click* *diddle-eeep* *diddle-eeep* *click*
him: *looking totally disheveled and yet adorably "Dave" in a sleepy sort of way* WHAT the FUCK are you taking pictures of?
me: *jumping a foot and a half, then I immediately start cracking up AND cracking the masque* I thought you were sleeping!
him: All I kept hearing was diddle-eeep diddle-eeep click diddle-eeep diddle-eeep click diddle-eeep diddle-eeep. Just when I thought it was done, there it went again. Diddle-eeep diddle-eeep click diddle-eeep diddle-eeep!
Bottomline dearest readers, I am dead SEXY. And he knows it.
We decided to have a brunch with just family to keep it relatively easy and not to stress him out. Hell, even with the family in town we're talking 30-40 people anyway. Now we just have to decide what kind of cake to let him smash all over himself.
- my nephew Dylan's
- my cousin Morgan's
- my aunt Judy's
- my step-mom Lori's
- my great uncle Jim's
- my uncle Jimmy's
- my BFF Jackie's
and I am quite sure I'm forgetting someone (or two) in there. Really. That is like the fricken birthday lotto crammed into two months with a winner at least each week.
So my friend Jen, one of my super amazing guest bloggers gave me her super top secret LIME CHIFFON cake recipe. I have been appointed by my mommy dearest to be in charge of Meme's birthday cake on Easter. Yea, no pressure there for chrissake. So here it is in all of it's glory, the cake I am going to attempt, with lord knows what results...
Wish. Me. Luck. (Because I am going to need it.)
I apologize in advance for not having any pictures to post, D convinced me that a gadget like our Cannon counted as technology. I gave him that since he agreed, without any fight, to give up his cell phone for the day.
So we turned off the tv at midnight in the middle of Saturday Night Live. It helped to close the tv armoire and the laptop as a not so subtle reminder that those things were off limits the next morning. We woke up Sunday morning, and after a brief conversation with my Dad about our Tech Free Day, went over to his house for breakfast. He was fairly happy to comply, although he thought the "no music" rule was insanity. We stayed for several hours just talking and laughing and it was really nice not to have any distraction.
We came home and all three of us had a much needed nap. Normally at that point, D and I would have busied ourselves with some inane task. I would have been on the computer and D would have watched This Old House. It was really nice to just slow down, take a nap, and recharge.
We cleaned the kitchen. We pondered dinner and realized how much we rely on the net for recipes. Dave decided that he had a craving for enchiladas and we didn't have a recipe so we had to invent our own. So off to the grocery we went. A big batch of homemade guacamole and yummy enchiladas later, our bellies were full and it was bath time for the munchkin.
All in all, it was a great success for our family. We paid closer attention to the little idiosynchrasies that our son is developing. We laughed more, we talked more. We hugged and kissed more. Give it a try... even when you think it might be impossible for you to do. The benefits of slowing down and really taking some time to enjoy your family are worth it.
Sleep tight for that one hour less.
All of these years in our marriage and he was always the one to suggest and make bread from time to time. The maker has happily taken up residence in our basement, to be brought out on occasions when Dave gets the notion to do some baking. Truthfully with all of its buttons and complicated recipes, I've been a little leery of it. I am happy to say that I've conquered my fears and successfully made whole wheat pizza dough yesterday afternoon. Here it is in all of it's rising glory.
Turns out, it's much easier than I had anticipated. I followed a great recipe found in this book.
Here are the results!
Enjoy the classics until the new, improved, and stalker-free, blog gets up and going!