Today my friend dropped by unannounced with some maternity clothes (I was so thankful I had showered by then). I asked her how cold it was out. She said, "Negative 17 with windchill." I said, "Oh. Not so bad then." And then I was shocked with myself that negative 17 seemed not so bad anymore. There used to be a point that I wouldn't take the children out by myself if it were below zero. But I gladly sent all three of them off with Danny today to rent a video from the Shoppette while I wasted a good hour playing an addictive hexagon-game on the XBOX and eating my children’s Pepperidge Farm Goldfish. What has become of me?
And yes, I am aware that I haven’t posted your Saturday OAMC tips and recipes. All I can think about is ice cream. You can freeze ice cream you know. And if you add banana slices to vanilla with chocolate swirl ice cream, it tastes kinda like a sundae.