Hi All,

I know I’ve been a bad blogger lately.  Bad Blogger!! I’ve been busy.  I mean really busy.  Good busy, but busy, and I can’t wait to share my latest project with you. It’s taken a lot of my time, but I’ve been having a blast! I have to wait until after May 4th before I tell you.  Why? Just cause, that’s why.  That, and because I won’t be finished until then.  But I will say this, I’m having so much fun, that I don’t know what I’ll do when I’m done.

You’re not off the hook y’all.  You are going to be in this project.  So– tune in with pen and paper in hand.

Until then, I’ll bring you one of Colin’s latest recipes. It’s called fishy cracker fish with tart-tarter sauce. His name, not mine.

It’s exactly as it sounds.  Haddock dredged in flour, then egg, then fishy crackers blitzed in a food processor, pan fried in olive oil, and served with a sauce made of 1/2 cup sour cream, juice from half a lemon, tsp chopped capers, chopped parsley and salt and pepper.  It’s crunchy, delicious, and who doesn’t LOVE fishy crackers!!  HINT- How to get your kids to eat fish?  Don’t plop a half a fish on their plate.  How intimidating!  Break it up into pieces, in fish nuggets, they’ll eat more.  Try it!

Thanks for hanging in there with me- it will be worth it- promise!

My Colin is pretty serious about his egg-omelets.  This is his second attempt at the flip.  The first one he broke mid-flip and had to start over.
When I explained that he could still eat it, he said it wouldn’t taste as good.  ”It will taste broken,” he said.

At some point I’m going to stop blogging about the boys.  When the time comes when they ask me to stop, then I will.  Today is not that day.  They just continue to give me the best material.  Who knew boys would be this much fun?!

I’ve written before about how different they are.  Colin is a free spirit, dresses in soft-pants everyday, loves doing things involving dirt and danger.  Evan is very mature for his age, does a risk analysis, never gets dirty, and would prefer to dress in a suit and tie everyday.  His collection would rival many on Wall Street.  In fact, during basketball season, if he didn’t have a game, he was upset, not because he wouldn’t get to play basketball, but because he couldn’t wear a shirt and tie.

We recently went to dinner at friends and this is what Evan wore:

Colin wore pajama’s and slippers. Literally. No shoes, just slippers.

Then, on the weekend, we went to dinner again, at my sister-in-law’s, and Evan was starting to get dressed and all of a sudden, Colin, in his soft pants and dirty shirt says to me, “Mamma, get me a white shot and one of them tie things.”  And I almost fell running up the stairs to get one.  I think Colin finally grew tired of everyone making a fuss of how handsome Evan looks when he gets all dressed up, and wanted to be able to say…So there!!

Evan was mad because I had to borrow his clothes because Colin doesn’t own a shirt with a collar or a tie. As a matter-of-fact, he doesn’t own pants that don’t have an elastic band around the waist.  I said, “Please Evan, this might not ever happen again!!” And he said, “Fine, but he better not get anything on them!”

Initially Colin hung a clip-on tie off the third button of the shirt because he said he couldn’t breath with it buttoned to the top.  So I got him a real tie and just loosed it up.  He didn’t give me the full meal deal, wearing dress pants, or even jeans.  Instead, he wore his swim-trunks.

And because it doesn’t happen often, and may never happen again, I had to take a picture.   I had a funny feeling, it wouldn’t last until dessert.

Insanity – Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

That is how I’m feeling.  I’m not doing anything different yet I expect big things to happen.

But all that is changing.

I’m going to do something different every week and write about hit here until this crisis passes.  I’m talking full disclosure here people.  This is your warning. So now’s the time to unfollow if you’re not into that sort of thing.

Last week, I accompanied a group of really fantastic ladies to a French cooking class at the Superstore.  I know, that’s nothing crazy, but it is something different, and it was fun and reminded me that there are fun and different things to do here, if you take the time to open yourself up to them.

It was Sabrina’s birthday, and people who love her went out to celebrate, eat a gluten free meal, including a chocolate dessert.  The ab workout from the laughter was just an added bonus.

So- Week 1

Experiment eating gluten free while surrounding myself with fabulous people.  Check