Wednesday, September 21, 2011

snickerdoodles



Sometimes I make snickerdoodle cookies because Elliott likes them and I think they are pretty gross. Happy husband. Skinny wife. Taa daaa.






sometimes our text conversations look like this:

me: I made you snickerdoodles!

husband: Wonderful. If I were home I would pat you on the head and say, good wife.

me: *tossing cookies in trash*

husband: please no!!

love language: banter.

xo,
kayla

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Freezer Corn

The deed is done. I picked, shucked, rinsed, blanched and bagged. There are 21 quarts of frozen corn in the freezer. The equivalent of 2 wheelbarrows full!



Also. I had a cold, and I honestly think the humidity from all the boiling happening was the best thing for my sinuses ever.

Things You Need to Survive Corn Bagging:

1) Comfy pants. Domestic endeavors such as these are no place for your skinny jeans. Husband will never believe that leggings are real pants. But,he never lived in Ukraine. I can say with surety that leggings are a lot more real than some of the "pants" that I saw on the streets of Kiev.

2) A form of diety cola beverage. Well actually that is just a necessity for everyday.

3) Some good tunes. Not too good, though. You have to remember where you are at ( you know, dealing with large vats of boiling water and sharp knives). I have a tendency to bust out in somewhat impressive dance moves all over my kitchen. So avoid tragedy. Stay mainly calm. Pandora station Adele is what I have been loving lately. Maybe some John Mayer. You know? Keep it chill.


4) Maybe hire some neighbors. Hire one as a bag holder. One as a cleaner upper. One to give you moral support. I did it myself. It can be done. It wasn't the most fun but in the words of Elliott, " It's called being an adult."




xo,
Kayla