Friday, August 1, 2014

My hopes are so high for this book that I'm writing about it before I read it.

I've managed to get in a lot of reading this summer. I think I've completed seven books since July.

As I've told you before, I very rarely read serious books for fun and save my serious reading for wikipedia (there's a lot of information there on history and medical conditions and stuff). This summer's reading has mainly been British chick lit (Paige Toon...saving the rest of her books for the beach) as well as Anita Hughes' books (I won Lake Como from a facebook giveaway and just hadn't gotten around to it until this summer).  Paige is very similar to Jill Mansell and Anita Hughes, while her three stories have very similar plots (rich divorcee in San Fransisco) they are good for an easy two day read.

But this new book, Love, Nina, is different.  For starters, People magazine told me to get it. So I put it on hold at the library thinking it'd be like The Nanny Diaries.

Last night I sat down to start to read it (never did actually start it) and here's the thoughts and convos I had as a result of it.

Sitting at the pool, I open the book.

Oh, that's neat, there's a picture of an English Post Box in the inside. That's also weird since this takes place in New York.

Maybe it takes place in London.

(read "About the Author")

So the author is from England.

(read the cover flap)

Oh, this does take place in London. The pictures make more sense now.

(read the introduction)

So this books sounds pretty cool. 

(check to make sure this is a memoir)

Are the names the real names of the family she lived with?

(finish reading the introduction and wiki Mary-Kay Wilmers and Alan Bennett)

These are their real names.  Hey, Mary-Kay Wilmers is the editor of the London Book Review.

"C, didn't you just subscribe to the London Book Review"

C: "Yes"

"Well, this book is written by the editor's nanny. Have you ever heard of Alan Bennett?"

C: "Yes"

"He's in it too!"

I wonder if I should save this book for the beach. But I do need a book to read now. And I did just order more Paige Toon books from England, so maybe I should change things up and just read this.

Great, Monkey is running away, I better catch her.

So I didn't get the book started, but I fully intend to tonight. And I'm going to go out on a limb and say I liked it and go ahead and recommend it to you too.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Easy-Peasy Crock-Pot BBQ Pork Chops

There is nothing better than BBQ.  Am I right?

This here recipe is the easiest BBQ pork recipe you will eve try and the delicious factor is HUGE.

I love the Crock-Pot.  Oh, and recipes that call for cooking prior to putting items in the Crock-Pot are not true Crock-Pot recipes.

Can I get an "Amen"?

I apologize for the lack of picture. Last time I make this I was in a rush to get to VBS.

Crock-Pot BBQ Pork Chops

Pork Chops (we usually do 3-4)
1 cup Coca-Cola (Dr. Pepper also works.  Diet too, but you need the sugar content)
1 cup BBQ Sauce (I love me so Sweet Baby Rays)
1 Crock-Pot

In the Crock-Pot combine pork chops, BBQ sauce, and coke.  Cook on low for 6-8 hours (or in my case, "when you get home from work).

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

A Bummer of a Summer

I was going to upload tons of cute pictures of the Monkey at the State Fair, but that will have to wait because right now all I can think about is that it's supposed to be warmer than 70 degrees outside.

I shouldn't have had to wear shorts to a baseball game last night.

The leaves shouldn't be turning yet (but two trees in our backyard are).

We should be able to go to the pool in the afternoon instead of the park.

The good news is that tomorrow (through next Thursday) it's supposed to be back in the 80s.

That's something to be glad about. 

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

ten years

Ten years ago today, on this golf course, C and I starting dating.
The second time we started dating (the time that stuck), we were also on a golf course (not quite as fancy).
Golf courses are kinda our thing.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

BBQ Chicken

The recipes are back! I'm sure you've missed them.

We've been using this BBQ recipe as a go to this summer as we almost always have all of the ingredients on hand and it reminds us of the south. This is straight out of the Charleston Junior League Receipts cookbook (page 123!) and one of the few recipes that does not call for lard.

You'll note this recipe is vinegar based and the recipe itself calls for basting and baking an entire chicken.  We have modified it to marinate and baste chicken breasts on the grill.  We've also used this on pork chops which was equally delicious.

BBQ Chicken

1 stick of butter
The juice of one lemon
Salt & Pepper
Red Pepper Flakes

Meat of your choice (if marinating, bring to room temperature)

Melt the butter.  Measure the lemon juice and add equal parts vinegar (a good sized lemon will yield 1/4 cup of juice which makes things easier).  Add the same amount of water as lemon juice and vinegar (i.e. if you have 1/4 cup lemon juice and 1/4 cup of vinegar, you want 1/2 cup of water - your math lesson for the day).

Combine butter, lemon juice, vinegar, and water.  Add salt, black pepper, and white pepper to taste.  If marinating, pour half of the mixture into a shallow dish and let sit for a while (I do 30 minutes at room temp).

While grilling (or baking) baste frequently.

Friday, July 18, 2014

"I poopied"

As I stated on Tuesday, Monkey has a new trick.

Back Story:  If Monkey has been in bed for a while and not yet asleep (and due for a poop), we will go check her diaper, because if she has pooped she won't go to sleep as easily.

That being said...

As of Monday night... If Monkey is in bed and wants out, she'll start crying "I poopied," over and over and over again because she knows that if she's poopy we'll come change her diaper.  Which really means she'll get out of her crib or Mommy or Daddy will come hold her for a while. She'll do it during nap time, right at bedtime, or the middle of the night.

(She has never just cried to get out of bed as she's a talker, but will instead verbalize her cry with  "Mommy hold you" over and over again)

The problem: She's not poopy or even wet.

I'm not even totally convinced she even knows when she's poopy or wet as she has show zero interest in potty training. Granted she loves to sit on her potty and pull the handle to make it "flush" so that she can hear "Hip, Hip, Hooray!"

So... yeah... that's what we're currently dealing with.