… and he did, with a little help from the “chicken and rice man,” as Nicholas calls it, otherwise known as Chinese take-out. ‘Sok by me … I told him in the beginning, it didn’t matter if he cooked or ordered out, as long as he took care of it. Nicholas and I shared Steamed Dumplings and Cold Sesame Noodles, and stole a little bit of The Husband’s Shrimp Fried Rice. Perfect.
Forgot to mention what we made for Treats to Work Monday this week. I made Outrageous Applesauce Cake. Edible, but not too outrageous, a dud in my book, unfortunately.
Kyocera has produced a few new items that you might be interested, especially if your favorite color is pink (like me!). Unfortunately ten stitches in my left hand says I’m not allowed to have any knives sharper than what I already own, but isn’t this cool? Even though I can’t buy that one, I should be safe with this. Sorry, pictures are copyrighted, otherwise I’d post them here for your viewing pleasure. Anyways, part of the proceeds goes towards breast cancer research, so if you want to pinkify your kitchen and get new toys, check ’em out.
Nicholas-ism for today:
Me: “Your shoes are on the wrong feet.”
Nicholas: “They are NOT SHOES! They are flip pops!”
How can you argue with that?
OK folks, short post tonight ’cause I’m off to spend some time with my flip pop-wearing little munchkin. Tune in tomorrow to see what cookbook gets used in my Rediscovering My Library segment, and who the next nod goes to for New (to Me) Blogger on the Block Thursdays. And speaking of that, I’ve added a new drop-down menu to my sidebar, highlighting previous nominations, so if you’ve missed any, check it out.
When we were much younger, my sisters kept me in stitches.
Leah (nine years younger) and Alison (eleven younger) were getting ready for church. My step-dad (their bio dad) was getting their tights and shoes on.
He says: “Alison, come get your leotard on.”
Alison replies: “They’re not LEAH-tards, they’e ALISON-tards!”
Then there’s the time a four or five year old Leah came into the kitchen, bent over and grabbing her back. She’s moaning. Mom and I ask her what’s wrong.
Leah: “Oh, my back. My back! I need Doan’s Pills”.
The power of advertising, eh?
ohhh, I NEED that knife! Of course, that’s after I get my pink stand-up mixer and a new EZ Bake oven. :)
Melissa CookingDiva says
I LOVE Pink!!!!! Thanks for the info :)
Actually, “flip-pops” sounds better!
FLIP POPS! that is PERFECT! I love it!
You know, for a long time in my teenage years and most of my twenties I rejected pink as a colour from almost anything in my life. It slowly crept its way back in when I was looking the other way and I’ve loved it ever since. I am particularly partial to old rose, hot pink and strawberry ice cream pink :D
TheDiningDica – yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever think of them as flip-flops again. And I’m with you on the pink thing. Wouldn’t be caught dead with it 10 years ago, but now, it’s a totally different story.
Melissa – you’re in good company. :)
Laura – I really debated about the pink mixer, but ended up getting a red one. Maybe I can rationalize a back-up one?
Stephanie – out of the mouthes of babes.