I've decided that I need to start doubling recipes and freezing half, because it's going to be a busy fall and I know there are going to be quite a few nights when I just don't feel like cooking. But I'm a little intimidated. I know pretty much nothing about this sort of thing. Since I know that many of you are really good at cooking and such, I thought I'd ask for advice :) (Don't think worse of me for not knowing these things in the first place, or for not figuring them out already.) Please help me out -- take a minute to answer these questions for me!
1. What kinds of meals are good for freezing?
2. What type of container is best to use?
3. How long can food be stored in the freezer?
4. Do you have any good tips for thawing a frozen meal?
5. Is there anything else you can think of that I should know that isn't covered in one of the other questions?
And also, I love new recipes -- if you have any cheap, easy recipes that you and your family love, please pass them on! :) I'd be glad to do the same if anyone wants.
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01 June 2009
Just some stuff
We made these the other day...YUM. Easy and delicious. That Pioneer Woman really knows what she's talking about.
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The singles' ward we serve in is having a Summer Olympics activity this weekend. We went to the Activities Committee meeting yesterday to help finish up the planning. (They're one of the committees that Husband oversees.)
Events include volleyball, dodgeball, foosball, jacks, jump rope, and a few others I don't remember right now. We'll attend at least most of it, and Husband says he's going to participate.
I say go for it, but I think I'll just watch. :)
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I have a test to take today.
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I think that's about it for today.
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The singles' ward we serve in is having a Summer Olympics activity this weekend. We went to the Activities Committee meeting yesterday to help finish up the planning. (They're one of the committees that Husband oversees.)
Events include volleyball, dodgeball, foosball, jacks, jump rope, and a few others I don't remember right now. We'll attend at least most of it, and Husband says he's going to participate.
I say go for it, but I think I'll just watch. :)
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I have a test to take today.
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I think that's about it for today.
17 October 2008
A conversation with my sister
(She's 12)
Me: I don't know what I'm going to make for dinner.
Sister: I have a great idea! Go in the kitchen and open the cupboards and look for stuff that would go together. Voila!
Me: Oh gee thanks, that was a brilliant idea.
Me: I don't know what I'm going to make for dinner.
Sister: I have a great idea! Go in the kitchen and open the cupboards and look for stuff that would go together. Voila!
Me: Oh gee thanks, that was a brilliant idea.
12 September 2008
My mother is not being nice
When I say "not nice," I mean she's been picking on me.
So I called my mom to tell her stories about my day, which has been a good day, but quite long and rather stressful. I just got off the phone with her. We'd been talking for almost an hour. I think my call summary said 52 minutes. This is normal. We are both random, talkative people. It's fun. We would've talked longer, but she abandoned me. For her mother. Who is quite a bit like both of us in the talkative department. Those fragments were intentional. Also, I'm not upset that my mother is talking to my grandma instead of to me. Besides, she'll call me back :)
Exhibit A of "My mother is not nice."
1. She informed me that she wished I was there because she was just taking some warm blonde brownies out of the oven. Ok, that was so not fair. I could go for a blonde brownie, oh yes, I could. Oh, and then she went on and on about how she had brownies she wished she could share with me. Yeah right.
2. Sometimes when I am stressed out I rant. Actually, I always rant when I am stressed out. I get very animated and talk very fast and jump from topic to topic and just generally don't make a whole lot of sense. I mentioned this to Mama and asked if she could understand me. She said, "Usually I can't, but right now I can." NOT TRUE, and not nice. Then she laughed at me, like she had just said the funniest thing ever.
3. Later on in the conversation, she informed me that she was eating a warm blonde brownie. Somehow the word "warm" makes it sound so much more delicious. (Is that just me?) Then she's all, "Can you smell it on my breath?" And then she breathed loudly into the phone.
Q.E.D.
(Latin. Quod erat demonstrandum. "That which was to be demonstrated." Basically, I've just shown you what I meant to show you.)
(Or you could pretend it stands for quod ego dico, which basically means "because I said so." Take your pick.)
So I called my mom to tell her stories about my day, which has been a good day, but quite long and rather stressful. I just got off the phone with her. We'd been talking for almost an hour. I think my call summary said 52 minutes. This is normal. We are both random, talkative people. It's fun. We would've talked longer, but she abandoned me. For her mother. Who is quite a bit like both of us in the talkative department. Those fragments were intentional. Also, I'm not upset that my mother is talking to my grandma instead of to me. Besides, she'll call me back :)
Exhibit A of "My mother is not nice."
1. She informed me that she wished I was there because she was just taking some warm blonde brownies out of the oven. Ok, that was so not fair. I could go for a blonde brownie, oh yes, I could. Oh, and then she went on and on about how she had brownies she wished she could share with me. Yeah right.
2. Sometimes when I am stressed out I rant. Actually, I always rant when I am stressed out. I get very animated and talk very fast and jump from topic to topic and just generally don't make a whole lot of sense. I mentioned this to Mama and asked if she could understand me. She said, "Usually I can't, but right now I can." NOT TRUE, and not nice. Then she laughed at me, like she had just said the funniest thing ever.
3. Later on in the conversation, she informed me that she was eating a warm blonde brownie. Somehow the word "warm" makes it sound so much more delicious. (Is that just me?) Then she's all, "Can you smell it on my breath?" And then she breathed loudly into the phone.
Q.E.D.
(Latin. Quod erat demonstrandum. "That which was to be demonstrated." Basically, I've just shown you what I meant to show you.)
(Or you could pretend it stands for quod ego dico, which basically means "because I said so." Take your pick.)
11 September 2008
Happy (Late) Birthday, & other stuff about Husband
I know, I'm a slacker. There just hasn't really been much to post about. But this will be a rather long post. Woohoo. You should all prepare to be amazed.
Last Friday was Husband's 23rd birthday. No, I did not forget about it. That's not what the "late" in the post title means. It simply means that I am quite late posting about it. To make up for my recent laxness in posting, I submit some photos of the event for your viewing pleasure. (Also, "laxness" is totally a real word. I thought I might have made it up, so I checked dictionary.com. It's a legitimate word.) (And now you can say that you learned something from my blog, unless you happen to be smarter than me and already knew that "laxness" was a real word.)
The birthday boy and his friend "Dan-at-work." Yes, that's what Husband actually calls him. They kind of act like idiots when they're together, sometimes. In case you couldn't guess that on your own. They make me laugh. Dan and his wife Amy came to the dinner party.
This is a picture of Peter (a good friend) and Ruth (my last roommate -- and one of my favorites!) in my kitchen. Peter loves to cook. And I mean he loves it. So much so, he volunteered -- volunteered, people! -- to cook a meal and a cake for the birthday party. And I've had Peter's cooking before, and there is no way I was going to say no to that when he was volunteering! I'd have to be delusional to refuse. He made some delicious pasta with 4-cheese sauce and chicken, plus a salad, rolls with a chicken-and-cream-cheese filling, fruit parfaits, a special mixed drink (non-alcoholic, of course :) haha), and a German chocolate cake. YUM. (Oh, and did I mention that Peter is one of my heroes? He's a soldier and came home a few months ago from spending a year in Iraq. I've been thinking about the people who help keep us safe a lot today, September 11. I find that I don't have the right words to write a post about that, but I've been thinking about it today. I'm so grateful for those who aren't afraid to do what's right!)
The only drawback to preparing a huge delicious meal! It was worth it, though. I totally intended to do the dishes on Saturday morning. But then Husband and I both fell asleep watching a movie later on in the night, and when we woke up the dishes were done! Dan and Amy left before the movie, but Peter and Ruth stayed late and did them all...did I tell you they're my heroes yet?
Amy and Ruth. And Peter's hand. Making bunny ears. Awesome.
Me and one of my lovely parfaits. Peter made the stuff for them, but I put them together. They were delicious. There was the crunchy layer with nuts and oatmeal and brown sugar, then there was the creamy layer with cream cheese and whipped cream, then the fruit layer of blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries. Lather, rinse, repeat. Wow.
Funny story about how the parfait glasses found their way into my apartment. Friday morning Husband was at work, I was at the temple, and our back door was unlocked. Peter and Ruth brought the glasses over (they tried calling, but only got my voicemail, obviously, since I was in the temple) to leave them on our balcony, but then they decided to check the door. And it was unlocked. So they let themselves in. Peter left a comment on the whiteboard by the door, and Ruth left a note telling me they'd broken in smack in the middle of the floor (so I wouldn't miss it, I presume). Yeah. Thanks, guys. But really, Peter and Ruth are two of the only people I would trust to be in my apartment/house without me there, or even knowing about it. They're just awesome that way.
And finally, Peter and Ruth, the chef and the prankster extraordinaire. And also, two of my favorite people ever. In case you didn't know.
Since there aren't very many pictures of the birthday boy, here are a few more from other times.
I meant to post this one a long time ago, but kept forgetting. He made me some cookies one night (because I wanted them. So there.) and decided to be silly when putting them on the pan. (No, he did not do this because he didn't know any better. He was being obnoxious. And I might add that he was quite pleased with himself. He thinks he's rather clever. So do I, come to think of it. I laughed for 10 minutes.)
Right after this picture, he started to remove the excess dough, but I wouldn't let him. I wanted to see what they would look like when cooked. So here's that picture, in case any of you are like me.
And yes, they were delicious cookies. I'd actually love one right now...but I'm trying to cut back on sweets. Darn.
Here's what he's doing right now:
That is the twin bed my parents gave us for our second bedroom. It's quite convenient because that's the same room where the computer is. We can hang out together and be comfortable at the same time! Last night I fell asleep on that bed while Husband was on the computer.
WARNING: THE NEXT PHOTO IS RATHER GRAPHIC AND DISGUSTING. IN FACT I'M NOT REALLY SURE WHY I'M POSTING IT, EXCEPT THAT THIS IS A POST ALL ABOUT HUSBAND. SO DON'T SUE ME, YEAH? AND IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH OR SOMETHING, PLEASE PLEASE JUST SKIP THE REST OF THIS POST. THANK YOU.
This is Husband's ingrown toenail.
The same toenail that he refuses to go to the doctor about (he went back in January, and they claimed they fixed it, but they didn't, so he refuses to go again. I think this is worse, though). Question: How do you convince your husband that "operating" on your own ingrown toenail with a bobby pin you have bent open, a pair of flat-head tweezers, and bits of paper towels is NOT a good idea? Because it's disgusting. And highly unsanitary. And I wasn't joking about him digging at his toenail with a bobby pin. And he doesn't know that I'm posting this. And he probably won't be happy that I did. Oops. Husband, if you read this, I did it out of love. Really, I did.
Last Friday was Husband's 23rd birthday. No, I did not forget about it. That's not what the "late" in the post title means. It simply means that I am quite late posting about it. To make up for my recent laxness in posting, I submit some photos of the event for your viewing pleasure. (Also, "laxness" is totally a real word. I thought I might have made it up, so I checked dictionary.com. It's a legitimate word.) (And now you can say that you learned something from my blog, unless you happen to be smarter than me and already knew that "laxness" was a real word.)
The birthday boy and his friend "Dan-at-work." Yes, that's what Husband actually calls him. They kind of act like idiots when they're together, sometimes. In case you couldn't guess that on your own. They make me laugh. Dan and his wife Amy came to the dinner party.
This is a picture of Peter (a good friend) and Ruth (my last roommate -- and one of my favorites!) in my kitchen. Peter loves to cook. And I mean he loves it. So much so, he volunteered -- volunteered, people! -- to cook a meal and a cake for the birthday party. And I've had Peter's cooking before, and there is no way I was going to say no to that when he was volunteering! I'd have to be delusional to refuse. He made some delicious pasta with 4-cheese sauce and chicken, plus a salad, rolls with a chicken-and-cream-cheese filling, fruit parfaits, a special mixed drink (non-alcoholic, of course :) haha), and a German chocolate cake. YUM. (Oh, and did I mention that Peter is one of my heroes? He's a soldier and came home a few months ago from spending a year in Iraq. I've been thinking about the people who help keep us safe a lot today, September 11. I find that I don't have the right words to write a post about that, but I've been thinking about it today. I'm so grateful for those who aren't afraid to do what's right!)
The only drawback to preparing a huge delicious meal! It was worth it, though. I totally intended to do the dishes on Saturday morning. But then Husband and I both fell asleep watching a movie later on in the night, and when we woke up the dishes were done! Dan and Amy left before the movie, but Peter and Ruth stayed late and did them all...did I tell you they're my heroes yet?
Amy and Ruth. And Peter's hand. Making bunny ears. Awesome.
Me and one of my lovely parfaits. Peter made the stuff for them, but I put them together. They were delicious. There was the crunchy layer with nuts and oatmeal and brown sugar, then there was the creamy layer with cream cheese and whipped cream, then the fruit layer of blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries. Lather, rinse, repeat. Wow.Funny story about how the parfait glasses found their way into my apartment. Friday morning Husband was at work, I was at the temple, and our back door was unlocked. Peter and Ruth brought the glasses over (they tried calling, but only got my voicemail, obviously, since I was in the temple) to leave them on our balcony, but then they decided to check the door. And it was unlocked. So they let themselves in. Peter left a comment on the whiteboard by the door, and Ruth left a note telling me they'd broken in smack in the middle of the floor (so I wouldn't miss it, I presume). Yeah. Thanks, guys. But really, Peter and Ruth are two of the only people I would trust to be in my apartment/house without me there, or even knowing about it. They're just awesome that way.
And finally, Peter and Ruth, the chef and the prankster extraordinaire. And also, two of my favorite people ever. In case you didn't know.Since there aren't very many pictures of the birthday boy, here are a few more from other times.
I meant to post this one a long time ago, but kept forgetting. He made me some cookies one night (because I wanted them. So there.) and decided to be silly when putting them on the pan. (No, he did not do this because he didn't know any better. He was being obnoxious. And I might add that he was quite pleased with himself. He thinks he's rather clever. So do I, come to think of it. I laughed for 10 minutes.)
Right after this picture, he started to remove the excess dough, but I wouldn't let him. I wanted to see what they would look like when cooked. So here's that picture, in case any of you are like me.
And yes, they were delicious cookies. I'd actually love one right now...but I'm trying to cut back on sweets. Darn.Here's what he's doing right now:
That is the twin bed my parents gave us for our second bedroom. It's quite convenient because that's the same room where the computer is. We can hang out together and be comfortable at the same time! Last night I fell asleep on that bed while Husband was on the computer.WARNING: THE NEXT PHOTO IS RATHER GRAPHIC AND DISGUSTING. IN FACT I'M NOT REALLY SURE WHY I'M POSTING IT, EXCEPT THAT THIS IS A POST ALL ABOUT HUSBAND. SO DON'T SUE ME, YEAH? AND IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH OR SOMETHING, PLEASE PLEASE JUST SKIP THE REST OF THIS POST. THANK YOU.
This is Husband's ingrown toenail.
The same toenail that he refuses to go to the doctor about (he went back in January, and they claimed they fixed it, but they didn't, so he refuses to go again. I think this is worse, though). Question: How do you convince your husband that "operating" on your own ingrown toenail with a bobby pin you have bent open, a pair of flat-head tweezers, and bits of paper towels is NOT a good idea? Because it's disgusting. And highly unsanitary. And I wasn't joking about him digging at his toenail with a bobby pin. And he doesn't know that I'm posting this. And he probably won't be happy that I did. Oops. Husband, if you read this, I did it out of love. Really, I did.
02 June 2008
On cleaning ovens and dishes
A family in our ward just moved to another apartment within the ward. They have until tomorrow to finish the cleaning of their old apartment and get checked out. He works all day and she's 8 months pregnant. Needless to say, she can't clean it all by herself! So today a bunch of Relief Society sisters went to help her clean. Everybody just took a job and stayed as long as they could.
I had the stove/oven.
I scrubbed it for 2.5 hours!
Yeah, it was fun. Seriously, I loved the chance to get to know a few of the ladies in the ward a little better.
And really, it was only my hands that suffered. They were rather shriveled and dry by the time I got home! But I think it was worth it.
Plus, I have Jergens Ultra Healing Lotion. If you haven't tried that stuff, do it. It's amazing and has saved my life more than once. My last roommate, Ruth, recommended it to me and I fell in love! :) haha.
In other news, I made a particularly big dinner tonight. Let's just say I wasn't too excited to do the dishes by the time I was done! And we don't have a dishwasher. So at dinner I asked Husband if he would "mind helping me with the dishes." Because he is a wonderful husband, he said of course he didn't mind.
A few minutes later I started feeling guilty and thought I should probably confess. Here's how that conversation went:
Me: Just so you know...when I say "will you help me with the dishes?" I mean I'd like you to do them for me.
Husband: Are you going to dry them as I wash them?
Me: Umm...sure.
Husband: Then yes, I'll do the dishes.
Haha. I told him that I thought I should clarify my expectations! He said that he would do them and dry them if I asked him to. What a good husband!
I had the stove/oven.
I scrubbed it for 2.5 hours!
Yeah, it was fun. Seriously, I loved the chance to get to know a few of the ladies in the ward a little better.
And really, it was only my hands that suffered. They were rather shriveled and dry by the time I got home! But I think it was worth it.
Plus, I have Jergens Ultra Healing Lotion. If you haven't tried that stuff, do it. It's amazing and has saved my life more than once. My last roommate, Ruth, recommended it to me and I fell in love! :) haha.
In other news, I made a particularly big dinner tonight. Let's just say I wasn't too excited to do the dishes by the time I was done! And we don't have a dishwasher. So at dinner I asked Husband if he would "mind helping me with the dishes." Because he is a wonderful husband, he said of course he didn't mind.
A few minutes later I started feeling guilty and thought I should probably confess. Here's how that conversation went:
Me: Just so you know...when I say "will you help me with the dishes?" I mean I'd like you to do them for me.
Husband: Are you going to dry them as I wash them?
Me: Umm...sure.
Husband: Then yes, I'll do the dishes.
Haha. I told him that I thought I should clarify my expectations! He said that he would do them and dry them if I asked him to. What a good husband!
28 May 2008
Butter
Tonight for dinner we had waffles. Quick, easy, and yummy! Just the way I like it. Anyway, for some reason, Husband got really excited about the butter. He put a LOT on his waffles. Not very good for you, but there you are. :)
Here's his reasoning: "Butter just makes things good. There are so many things that wouldn't be worth eating without butter . . . popcorn . . . corn . . . waffles . . . A lot of things lose their specialness without butter."
You get the idea.
Here's his reasoning: "Butter just makes things good. There are so many things that wouldn't be worth eating without butter . . . popcorn . . . corn . . . waffles . . . A lot of things lose their specialness without butter."
You get the idea.
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