Project 366: Day 143

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As a kid, one of my favorite sandwiches was peanut butter and fluff (marshmallow creme). When my 2nd oldest sister was in town, she would make me my favorite sandwich: peanut butter, fluff, and jelly. A trifeca of goodness.

Joe takes after his Mom in many ways. First, he is moody. Second, he is a picky eater. Third, he loves peanut butter, fluff, and jelly sandwiches. Unlike his Mom, he enjoys a little tomato soup on top. Say it with me, “Ew.” Continue reading

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My pleasure

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Chick-fil-A restaurants are scattered throughout the United States. Because Chick-fil-A is based in Georgia, I consider myself fortunate to have many locations around me. My family and I eat at Chick-fil-A at least once a month. Every time we place an order with one of the restaurant employees, the employees respond with a “my pleasure.” If you thank any of the Chick-fil-A employees, their response will always be a “my pleasure.” Continue reading

The Lovin’ Spoonful(s)

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While singing to myself, “Hot town, Summer in the city; Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty… ” My computer alerted me to a new email. Though I am sure I was busy doing something super important (other than singing, of course), I opened up my email to see who sent me a note.

The note was from my friend Tracy. The subject was “What is your favorite Ben & Jerry’s ice cream?”

An email about ice cream?! By all means, the super important something that had my attention seconds ago went to the back burner. I opened the email to find the subject line was the only information. Tracy had a simple question, and she didn’t feel the need to add anything to the body of the email. I appreciated her brevity, especially since ice cream was the subject. Continue reading

A Recipe Post. One Time Only!

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As I mentioned in a prior post, the advice I hear most from experienced writers is ‘Write what you know‘. For me, writing what I know means writing about my own personal crazy. With that, please forgive me for exploring uncharted territory. I am not a baker, nor do I strive to be a baker. Yet, the pound cake I make for special occasions has an ever growing fan base.

When I broke the news to my siblings that I planned on not making a pound cake for the Easter gathering, I quickly received an emotional plea for me to reconsider. So, I showed up to the Easter family gathering with a pound cake in tow. Continue reading

Okay, Okay – I admit it.

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Okay, so I could think of a gabillion (plus one) excuses for why we did what we did. First, Rob had a business meeting out of town today, so he wasn’t home for supper. Second, I am feeling a little anxious about the burial Rob and I are attending this week. However, I’m not here to make excuses. I am here to own up to what we did tonight. And by ‘we’ – I mean, Joe, Charlie and me.

I asked the boys what they wanted for supper. The boys told me what they wanted for supper. We stopped at the store. We bought supper, and I bought a little something extra. Obesity on the rise? Diabetes on the rise? Please. Those are battles folks are fighting because they do not take good care of themselves. My family doesn’t have to worry about obesity and diabetes.

Before dinner, we exercise:

Working up an appetite for dinner.

And, while Dad is away on business, we focus on eating well. May your dinners be as well-rounded and healthy. And remember, take care of yourself and each other. Cheers!

Dinnder for three. And yes, the larger container is mine. All mine.