Archive for June, 2006
I’m not much of a cook. I like to eat, but I really don’t enjoy cooking at all.
Some of this stems from the fact that when I was in college one of my roommates gave me a hard time and said I screwed up a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. After she said that I was so pissed (there was nothing worng with it. At worst it may have been a touch resal dente at worst) that I resolved to never cook for her again. After a couple of years of being out of the habit, and because everyone began to assume that I couldn’t cook, it just became a thing for me. “Oh, I don’t cook”.
Gabe is a fantastic chef and he actually gets pleasure out of creating good meals. For the last 8 years I would say that he has made about 90% of our meals. Lately I have been trying to step up and change all of that.
Yesterday I decided to try to make something we saw on “Good Eats”. (Yes, we are Alton Brown followers). Here is the recipe I was using.
There were only two things that I didn’t do correctly. 1) I didn’t have any tomato paste. No big deal. It only called for 1 tablespoon. Now go back and check out the recipe again and guess which one other step I didn’t follow. (This is going to be a lot easier if you know me.)
That’s right. You guessed it. The part that reads “being careful” and I splashed hot vegetable oil on my hands. It sucked a lot.
The good news is that the meal ended up being quite tasty. The bad news (you know, besides the obvious fact that I burned myself) is that I obviously still haven’t figured out how to make these pictures do what I want in a post.
*sigh*
Anyway, we’re off to the beach. Well, The Goon Squad and Gabe’s Mom and I are off to the beach, hopefully the kids will behave for their Nonny. I’m also hoping I can score the neighbor’s internet connection if I sit out on the porch. If not, I’ll talk to you guys on Tuesday or Wednesday and I may have even read a new book or two.
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7:03 am |
Please remember to change your bookmarks and links and bloglines accounts for me. You may have gotten here the old way but (Karen installed a redirect for me, but I don’t think it will last forever. I am now just htttp://sarahandthegoonsquad.com/ – no blogspot. Neat, huh?
Wow. Virgin Insurance? Apparently you need this if you think you might have to assume the costs of raising the second coming of the Christ Child. (I got this one from Linkateria.)
Hey other twin parents! Stacy needs your advice.
Go over to It’s Okay, Sweetie and read Sweetie’s Moms story of how we realized we already knew each other.
The Kaiser sent this for all you Star Trek fans. He called it Cap’n Picard, ya’ll.
Why do people always make jokes about corn or peanuts in poop, but never raisins? As any parent of small children can tell you, raisins don’t break down at all
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7:56 am |
If I got the picture thing to work you can thank Kelly, Laurie and Mark.
Well, sort of Mark. He told me to right click on my Mac. It’s an iBook, I just have the one big button. I’ll let it slide because Mark sometimes brings beer to my house.
Did I mention that Kelly was cool enough to give me help over the phone? We talked for about an hour. She also sent me some cool links on flickr that I will check if Ian keeps pretending to sleep on his little couch and Claudia keeps sleeping for real.
Can a two year old have mono?
Now – who knows how to make the picture move?
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2:42 pm |
On Saturday Claudia and I were in Sunglass Hut in the mall. I was trying on sunglasses and Claudia was helping me by touching all of the lenses.
At some point she noticed that her father and brother were no longer with us and she said “Where Daddy Ian go?” (She talks in complete sentances, but she doesn’t like to waste her time with any pesky conjunctions.) I told her that they had gone to the restroom to change Ian’s diaper.
This must have given her the idea, because all of the sudden, my delicate little flower yells “I HAVE DIARRHEA!” Even though it sounded more like dia-wea I’m still pretty sure everyone else knew exactly what she was talking about. Being the mature adult that I am, I doubled over laughing and so she yelled it again. “I HAVE DIARHEA!”
The strangest part about it is that it wasn’t even true. I checked her diaper and she didn’t even have solid poop. Nothing. She was barely wet.
My baby girl has learned about bathroom humor. I think she’s a riot.
* Dung.
Thank you to Monty Python’s Flying Circus for my favorite poop joke.
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8:20 am |
I am patiently trying to figure out how to work my fancy new blog when I hear this crazy noise coming from the kitchen. It was a loud crinkly and thumpy sound.
Both kids were in their beds, so I knew it wasn’t them. Then I saw a crazy blue flash run by. It made the circle from kitchen to living room to dining room and back to the kitchen three times. It sounded like an angry rain stick. It looked like a cat wearing a cape.
It was in fact a cat with a blue grocery bag around it’s neck.
As some of you know, my cats are from the same litter. They look more alike than my twins do. Gabe’s Mom says she can’t tell them apart at all. Usually it isn’t a problem for me, but in this case I wasn’t sure which cat I was looking for.
First I found Sid. Initially I thought Sid had somehow shaken the bag because his tail was all puffed up and he looked scared, but after not being able to locate Klaus for about 10 minutes I started thinking that it had probably been him and he was hiding somewhere with the bag still on. I started to convince myself that Klaus was suffocating on the grocery bag in a closet somewhere.
An eternity Five minutes later, with the help of a flashlight (that I should have been saving in case we lose power due to the apocalypse) I found Klaus and his cute little outfit under my bed. Way under my bed. So far under my bed that I had to move it to get to him.
So, I pulled the king size bed away from the wall all by myself (like this) and carefully (sorry) let the cat out of the bag.
True story.
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1:04 pm |
