Sunday, November 11, 2012

Barefoot, Pregnant and in the Kitchen....

Just look at that beautiful wife of mine standing there barefoot, pregnant, in the kitchen.  And don't be fooled, she wasn't the one cooking that cranberry sauce, she just wanted to pose next to it for some strange reason. All I ever wanted was to get a picture of my beautiful wife to share with the world, so everybody could see how much I'm suffering, I mean how much she is suffering dealing with the awful discomforts of being "on-the-verge-of-exploding pregnant".

Doesn't that gooey cranberry gelatinous blob look so yummy? If you want the recipe it's on the bag of Ocean Spray Cranberries.  1 cup sugar, 1 cup water and a bag of berries boiled for 10 minutes...pretty easy but man is it good.  And why am I making cranberry sauce 11 days before Thanksgiving you ask???? Who knows!  Call it an impulse buy that required action.  I was standing in the store thinking that I had seen some amazing recipe that involved cranberries so I bought them.  Then I couldn't find the supposed recipe anywhere and I have a bag of cranberries getting closer and closer to the day when they have to be thrown in the trashcan.  I get so tired of throwing food in the trash so...when life gives you cranberries, make cranberry sauce! I always say.

Have I mentioned lately how much I hate my electric stove?  I hate, hate, hate it! There...and now I'm better.

Tonight we took our beautiful daughter to the park.
 Look at her, isn't she just the cutest thing in the world?  Yeah, I know its blurry, but I never claimed to be a photographer.  This picture is obviously not at the park tonight.  But while we were out Britt decided she wanted pancakes, so what did I do being the good husband I am???? I made her waffles!  Yeah, yeah I know...but we had waffle mix and not pancake mix.  I even tried to find a good from scratch recipe for pancakes but even that was a bit of a bust. I unashamedly trust Pioneer Woman when it comes to anything cooked, so of course I went to her for a pancake recipe. And by "went to her" I obviously mean searched her blog. She had what sounds like an incredible pancake recipe but it calls for cake flour, a commodity which up until tonight I thought I had always on hand but we searched everywhere and couldn't find it.  So, being 9-months pregnant and hungry, Brittney punched me in the back of the head and started gnawing on the meaty portion of my neck...uh, I mean she politely suggested that I just make waffles instead.  And that's how we came to have waffles tonight!

1 comment:

  1. OMG... i hate you!!! You asked me to get up off the floor while i was playing with your daughter and go pose by the stove while you take a picture of me pretending to be cooking. YOU LIED!!!!