- January 20, 2012
- 15 Comments
- House & Home
Trapped
OK.
Maybe that title is a TAD bit DRAMATIC.
But. Here I am… house-bound… ish. Due to snow.
I am left wondering… what to write… what to write…
Do I write about the snow?
See? SNOW.
See? KID IN SNOW.
I could go on forever about the snow.
But I won’t today.
That’s so… so… PREDICTABLE.
You know what isn’t? A POST ABOUT OATMEAL.
= cue bom chicka wow-wow music =
That’s right. I cooked oatmeal while hunkered down for the big snowstorm.
And not just any oatmeal… Oatmeal with apple and cinnamon. No added sugar.
If ever oatmeal was sexy…
Oh. And I don’t cook my oatmeal with water. I use half milk and water.
Hey. You’re drooling…
And if you’ve ever boiled milk, you know…
You KNOW one must never walk away. For when you do… IT BOILS OVER AND MAKES A HUGE MESS ON YOUR STOVE.
AL-STINKIN-WAYS.
100% of the time.
HUNNED PERCENT.
Oh I drive myself crazy.
I am actually a pretty capable cook. I am only afraid of yeast and merengue.
*An aside: I don’t care for the word yeast.
And when it comes to boiling milk? I am cursed.
Lucky for me, my husband thinks it’s adorable… how I boil it over 100% of the time.
Which means… I am the most adorable thing ever.
EVER.
I won’t even start writing about my issues with setting off the fire alarm.
My kids are well trained. They may not know how to put their shoes away, but they are an impressive team when it comes to getting the smoke out of the house to make the fire alarm stop alarming.
Aaaaanywho…
I must away. I need to go scrub my stove.
AGAIN.
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Did I ever tell you the story about how my sweet lil’ Eli (who couldn;t have been more than 8-9, cause he was only 10 when he went to heaven and we only lived in our ‘new house’ a couple years before that) rescued me the time I set my kitchen ablaze? Well, not the whole kitchen, just an oven mitt I placed on top of a lit burner…aaaannnnywho, I was trying to put the fire out with a wet towel or something equally silly (which finally did work) and turned around and there was my handsome little prince waiting with the fire extinguisher, ready to save the day! *insert melting heart here* makes me smile and cry all at the same time…
Oh Joanna… What a sweet pumpkin Eli was
Oh Mama… I just want to give you the biggest hug…. SO much love… xoxoxoxox <3
You know, oatmeal is the one thing I can not eat hot unless it is in a cookie. I have tried. It is a texture issue with me.
I loved the picture of Lucy in the snow. I love her. She looks so happy…and cold!
I can appreciate the texture issue. Oh yes I can… and about Little Lucy… Every time I’d look she was on her back – making a snow angel. And I didn’t realize she had grown out of her snow gloves… so she layered 3 pairs of my gloves. I may or may not have a glove-collection/glove-hoarding problem
My new favorite breakfast is oatmeal cooked in coconut milk. MMMmmmmmm.
SHUT. UP! How come I have never thought of that… oh YUM!
We learned to cook at the same place. My kids always took care of the smoke alarm for me.
Oh Brenda… HAHAHAHA! If you ever need a few loud kids to help open doors… CALL ME
oatmeal rocks! my emergency preparedness man got us an oat groats roller, so we ROLL OUR OWN OATS. yes, we are that dorky. but it’s good.
Wendy… I think I would LOVE to roll my own oats. Why does that sound so terribly inappropriate?
yeast.shammy.
OH TRISH. WORST. EVARRRRRR!!!!!
all milk, no water and stir stir stir, love the creaminess (hate the word creaminess)
thats an awesome shot of DD in the snow
I was trapped in the house all week as well – finally got out to the city today. I was about to reach the tipping point on “crazy.” However, now oatmeal sounds delish right about now….
Oh, lets not talk about meringue. I can’t do it.
And the boiling milk? yeppers. Me too.
The ONLY good thing about a ceramic hob? (That’s British for electric stove top, by the by…) when you boil over your milk (or your pasta water), you don’t actually have to clean UNDER anything. Since its all flat.
Oh, and I’m told if you lay a wooden spoon across the top of your boiling pasta water, it won’t boil over.
But I can’t confirm that.
Cause I only remember it when I’m cleaning up the boiled-over mess. I wonder if it works for milk, too???
(Oh, last year, I filled a bunch of squirt bottles with food-coloring tinted water and let the kids PAINT the snow. Big fun.)
Sorry about the snow.