Despite Matt's warnings to me never to blog again whilst in a sour, sour mood, I'm going to anyway. But I am going to blog about sweetness! And light! Mostly.
1. If you want to be incredulous about your next batch of cookies*, try "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" sticks. We are chocolate chip cookie-eating experts in this house, and can tell when small adjustments have been made to the Nestle Tollhouse recipe in the name of making them "better" or "healthier" or "one's own." So, imagine my surprise when I substituted this in the name of health (ha ha) and discovered that you cannot tell the difference. This is not a paid endorsement. And this is not the last of the cooking tips today (weird, I know).
*bonus points for identifying that allusion.
2. Next time you're at IKEA be sure to pick up some LantChips. It is a good thing we are moving out of regular IKEA shopping range, because otherwise, I might have started driving out to Woodbridge more often to visit those Swedish potato chip dealers.
I was studying the back of the package while Gracie, Bridget and I had our lunch there last week and read about how Swedish people traditionally eat potatoes cut into wide strips, fried in butter, and served with lingonberry preserves and sour cream.
Now, Swedish people AND the Dillows. YUM. Sometimes my small amount of Swedish genes are very strong. Note: yes, the jar is empty already.
3. How about a giveaway? Not here, but rather over at Write. Click. Scrapbook. You can enter until 11pmET/8pm PT to win some Ali Edwards digital products! While you're there, be sure to catch up with this week's hostess, Ann Costen.
4. I made a new salad up recently, and it is very yummy. And quick. I am more likely to make a salad just for myself during the week if it's quickly made. (I know, I know, because it takes SO MUCH TIME to cut up a few vegetables...)
+ some nice assortment of red leaf/butter lettuce + cucumber, cut into bite-sized pieces + frozen corn and edamame that's been run under warm water until thawed + green onions (there isn't a salad not made better by the addition of green onions) + a handful of whatever leftover shredded taco cheese you might have on hand
5. In my quest to use all our food up before we move so that we might enjoy peanut butter and falafel sandwiches (or whatever crazy combination of food that is left over that last week)(no, we don't know when our last week here is yet) I made an angel food cake this afternoon. I was very, very careful to use only my cleanest pan and utensils, not to worry.
6. Our last Art Friday was last Friday. Boo hoo hoo. The girls made custom stationery so that they can send each other mail this summer in VA, ND, and WY.
This is Gracie's batch.
Even Bridget got into the act:
7. On Sunday, the Hunts left for North Dakota. I am not yet ready to talk about it. Hmph.
8. Aren't these the cutest girls ever?
They don't always play so nicely together, but on this particular day, they did.
9. Maddie's entire school:
I love, love, love this idea and the photo, too. Oh, how we will miss her school.
All my bad attitude is derived from this lovely sign in our rented yard. Because it isn't hard enough to move 1500+ miles with a family of five without having to deal with this, too. But didn't I do a reasonably good job containing my bad attitude here today?
If you'd like to see Eastern Market in D.C., there is a new photo album to the left. Warning: excessive amounts of fruit and vegetable photos inside. And some chicken feet. You can close your eyes for those if you want : )
If only you could have seen Maddie's face this week when I told her about The Washington Post article in which you declare Nancy Drew to be one of your earliest inspirations. Did you read The Case of the Crooked Banister all those years ago? It is #48, and the book Maddie just finished, in order. Thank you for planting the seed that any Nancy Drew-reading girl can grow up to potentially become a Supreme Court Justice if she plays her cards right (and stays away from car chases, burning buildings, and creepy human-squeezing robots. Good heavens).
So should I just go ahead and consider you retired? Because it's been quite a long time since my last short letter. I hear you're headlining the Stockholm Jazz Festival, though, so maybe I'll give you a few more months-extension to record a new album. Thank you.
Dear Jill Scott,
You are, quite possibly, the best embodiment of a fictional character I have ever seen. Thank you for taking Precious Ramotswe on, for taking such good care of her, and for acting in one of my new favorite TV shows of all time. How many days until I can buy the box set of DVDs?
p.s. I've taken to saying "Dumela Mma" in my head when I'm out and I live in fear that it might slip out audibly one of these days. What did that crazy lady just say?
Dear Martha Stewart,
I'm on to you—your craft room is ingeniously organized and perpetually neat because you don't use it. No one who uses her craft room is ingeniously organized and perpetually neat. Well, maybe Beth. I know for a fact she uses her craft room and is ingeniously organized and perpetually neat. But that's it. You, Martha, have a craft staff, and their office is elsewhere.
Dear Reese Witherspoon,
While investigating the back-in-print Trixie Belden series to present to Maddie for cross-country entertainment this summer (oh, how I loved Trixie Belden, though I never realized you had to be a Nancy girl or a Trixie girl—I obliviously was both) I stumbled across an image of you and was terribly excited to hear a Trixie Belden MOVIE was being made with you as its star. Alas, then I realized I had stumbled into something called Fan Fiction. And I backed slowly out of the room—er, site, so as not to draw attention to myself. I do not understand Fan Fiction, exactly. But I'm glad Trixie is back in print all the same, even if a movie deal is not in the works. Perhaps someone a little bit more 13-year-old-ish would make a better Trixie anyway : )
p.s. I don't think Trixie would have worn pink, Random House. But thanks for bringing the series back anyway!
Oh, late 1970s-early 1980s. How I loved you and your 95¢ books.