tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89102782699763737782024-03-13T06:26:56.746-04:00MaiTreat!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-19884629005974718352013-04-21T20:50:00.002-04:002013-04-21T20:50:58.803-04:00Raspberry Apple Buckle
Expectations are an interesting thing. Sometimes expectations create
so much pressure that what would seem to be a
sure thing ends up totally failing. Interesting. Take, for example a sports team. If they are ranked first in their division for a tournament, say March Madness for example, it seems this doesn't do them any favours. From what I have seen it just sets them up for an early Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-38496268434576606332013-01-22T21:37:00.003-05:002013-01-23T15:01:50.553-05:00Peanut Carmelitas
Yes, I have totally dropped the ball on blogging lately. And by dropped, I mean left lying on the floor to roll around until it physically. has. no. energy. left. in. it. to. move. Phew. Do you know what I do when I drop the ball at work? I bribe people. Yes, I admit to it. I bribe them with sweets and treats. And it works.
I also like to recognize helpful and awesome contributions through Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-31968247890384875152012-12-28T21:23:00.003-05:002012-12-28T21:23:42.776-05:00Butternut Squash Soup
It's kind of a quiet time right now. A bit of a lull that happens between Christmas and New Years. Turkey leftovers are gone, only a few of those Christmas cookies are left, and everyone is pretty much ready to go on their juice diet a few days early. I like the lull. It gives me time to catch up on marathon TV session. My recommendations? You really don't want to know. Oh, you Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-49605030759357554582012-12-20T08:36:00.001-05:002012-12-20T08:36:44.499-05:00Cinnamon Bun French Toast with Vanilla Maple Icing
Dear Retired Self,
What are you going to do with yourself?! You can't sit still for five seconds without getting antsy. You can't allow yourself to sit there and do nothing, and be ok with that. You ALWAYS have to be doing something. So is retirement all that you thought it would be? Or are you antsy and bored? Sure you have all the time in the world to do whatever you want, but are you Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-35205255454878166002012-12-16T18:20:00.003-05:002012-12-24T17:11:46.848-05:00Peppermint Sugar Cookies
I did it! And it worked just as well as I thought it would. I was in Starbucks over the weekend, ordering a coffee with the Engineer, and on a whim decided this was the perfect time. So after we had ordered, I looked at the person taking my order and said I would like to pay for the person behind me. My Engineer looked and me and said, "What?!". The guy behind me ordered two Grande Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-6849897777982007952012-12-13T18:34:00.000-05:002012-12-13T18:38:05.837-05:00Aljafore Cookies
Nana C. had it together. She was the classic wife: she made perfect egg-salad sandwiches for picnics, she planned great entertaining events, made great vegetable soup, and always had perfect Christmas cookies. I never met her, but from the stories I heard, she sounds like quite a gal! She was my dad's grandma, but luckily I got to meet her through her version of the Aljafore Cookie Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-66033012411093568572012-12-11T21:13:00.000-05:002012-12-11T21:13:13.972-05:00Slow Cooker Carrot, Beet and Lentil Soup
There is a reason there isn't any pictures of this soup.
The main reason is this:
And this,
And this.
Kitchen Renovation time! Which means, that cooking could slightly be on hiatus for a bit. Good thing I have stored up a few Christmas goodie posts with pictures, prior to the insanity sweeping through my house.
Not only is the dust everywhere, my whole kitchen is Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-38340795695316901442012-12-08T13:29:00.001-05:002012-12-08T13:29:33.159-05:00Holiday Pizza
Red, green, white, silver, gold. These are the only colours I recognize right now. Call it holiday colour-blindness if you want, but this is all I really want to surround myself with. I makes me feel festive. Makes me feel sparkly. It makes me feel like a holiday. Wow, do I ever need a holiday. Sometimes, I really do feel too tired to cook and it would be great to have leftovers to heat Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-13290686892055680732012-12-03T22:28:00.000-05:002012-12-03T22:28:11.174-05:00Morning Glory Muffins
And then it was December. The last month of the year. The month that encourages giving and sharing, and is full of lots and lots of food. Beautiful. Unfortunately, for most people December is the equivalent to chaos. Tons of people visiting, tons of travel to plan, tons to eat and sample and enjoy. See what I mean? Chaos.
So, let's enjoy the wonderful chaos that is holiday season with Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-25276812820059774932012-11-29T22:01:00.004-05:002012-11-29T22:01:58.570-05:00Mushroom Parsley Frittata
This holiday season I am going to be nicer. Kind of a pre-new year's resolution, I guess, but more just the random acts of kindness type of nicer. I'm normally a pretty nice person (I bring my co-workers cookies from time to time, and I make sure every so often I cook some fatty ribs to keep my engineer happy), but sometimes those random acts of kindness are really fun.
Have you Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-45439968098976749122012-11-27T19:55:00.002-05:002012-11-27T19:55:10.909-05:00Greek Meatballs with Tzatziki
If you knew you couldn't fail, what would you wish for? What would you set as a goal? What would you try? If you knew you couldn't fail, would that change your perspective on what things you do, and what you try to do? I think I would try a whole lot more different things. But I wonder what would happen as I accomplished everything. I wonder if I would get bored of trying and succeeding and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-81647403493448116922012-11-24T11:48:00.003-05:002012-11-24T11:54:21.025-05:00Brie and Grilled Eggplant Fried Egg Open Faced Sandwich
Communication is 20 percent what you say, and 80 percent how you say it. Or something like that. It's about how you say what you want to say. Notice that when your body is physically "open", others seem to be a bit more responsive, they are more willing to do what you are requesting, and the conversation just seems to flow a bit better?
The same is true for sandwiches. Why close them off toAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-67255605291846077742012-11-21T12:50:00.004-05:002012-11-21T22:01:58.419-05:00Baked Pumpkin Pie Pudding
Creamy pumpkin pie is my favourite dessert for Thanksgiving. Us Canadians are completely ok with adopting a second Thanksgiving in November, all in the name of shopping deals and American spirit. However I have put a bit of a pudding spin on this recipe. Sort of. It's kind of like a mousse. Or more like a bread pudding, hold the bread. You know what? Here is my request to YOU! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-32919263141671705572012-11-19T18:45:00.000-05:002012-11-19T18:45:00.855-05:00Pan-Fried Chili Home-fries
Simplicity. Home fries on a Monday night. You just read that sentence and you thought, hey, this girl is going to cook some potatoes and take some pictures of it. For real?! Yes, for real. I am going to share with the world that I cooked some potatoes.
Pathetic. PAH-thetic! Nope. It's perfect. And I will tell you why.
Potatoes do not require a lot of effort or talent to cook up Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-7227992708899269072012-11-16T12:13:00.000-05:002012-11-19T22:16:58.093-05:00Ground Chicken with Tomato Sauce and Quinoa
This dish really wants to be pasta. And it really could be. Except for one small detail. There is no pasta in the recipe. Instead there is quinoa. Red quinoa to be more exact. It is actually quite a logical substitution. It doesn't mimic pasta in anyway, but it kind of makes the dish a cross between a rice stir fry dish and a pasta dish.
Try being something you're not, and calling Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-64583164369714817902012-11-14T07:02:00.000-05:002012-11-19T22:18:01.955-05:00Fish Tacos
I love tacos. I love salsa. I love Mexican food. Mad love. What is your go to food? I have to say that every time I have friends over for dinner, I usually opt to make some sort of taco. I find them to be totally choose your own adventure style. This bodes well since there is always that one friend that is your total meat and cheese guy. Vegetables, gross. But, it's ok, he saysAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-79557088652617602442012-11-11T20:20:00.003-05:002012-11-11T20:20:32.766-05:00Buckwheat Cottage Cheese Pancakes
It's like eat. pray. love. Those situations where there are three simple steps. Three simple concepts. The great situation where you wake up in the morning and smile knowing you have a full day ahead of you still. Even if there are really exciting things to fill up the day, like grocery shopping, vacuuming, dishes, raking leaves, etc., for whatever reason you wake up smiling. It's Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-28530553763013303012012-11-05T21:45:00.004-05:002012-11-05T21:45:56.340-05:00Salmon and Roasted Vegetable Pizza
Tone. I think it is by far the most important part of communication. When you communicate using the right tone, everything goes smoothly. Ever accidentally used a wrong tone to communicate something? Notice how the person receiving that wrong tone pushes back or shuts down? Yup, I do that. Someone comes to me and says, "hey, it would be super helpful if you could help me out with x, y, z. DoAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-12848016631271070712012-11-03T10:02:00.000-04:002012-11-03T10:02:11.769-04:00Bangers and Mash with Spicy Peppers
Do you ever get freaked out about how situational life is sometimes? I totally do. Sometimes you have to make decisions or choices based on limited options. And sometimes you aren't given the perfect option to choose from. But, because there is a time constraint you just have to make the decision. Its weird how that happens. But would it be better if everything was Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-6768690948299313372012-10-27T15:47:00.005-04:002012-10-27T15:47:49.721-04:00Florentine Omelet
I am not good at healthy anticipation. I am the least patient person. So anticipation can sometimes kiiillll me. Example 1: today I booked a vacation. But the vacation isn't until the end of January. JANUARY! And now that the initial adrenaline of the booking process has subsided, I am left with anticipation. Cold, taunting anticipation. I just want it to be here right now. Like, rightAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-49698448723516282802012-10-24T19:05:00.002-04:002012-10-24T19:05:26.230-04:00Classic Waffles
What is your good luck trick? What do you do to give yourself that little extra edge? Do you hold your breath? Rub a lucky penny? Cross your fingers and toes? I don't have one go to magic trick, but I do feel a little weird every time I walk under a mirror or open an umbrella inside. Call me superstitious, but there is something that gives me an uneasy feeling when it has been deemed as Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-18482704928476984122012-10-21T22:03:00.000-04:002012-10-21T22:03:04.423-04:00Pulled Pork (or Chicken) Coleslaw
I will let you in on a small secret. This isn't actually pork. This is pulled chicken. But I felt that calling it pulled chicken wouldn't have the same effect, so I lied. And called it pork. Have you ever done that? Lied because it sounded better, or conformed to the norm in what you saw to be a better way? Of course you have. It's the reason why we lie. We lie to make ourselves look Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-12999952134781849922012-10-18T20:19:00.000-04:002012-10-18T20:19:07.807-04:00Inside Out Chocolate Chip Cookies
I am totally the worst person at making sound effects. Whoosh! Bang! Swish! Yes, those words are not used very often by me. Especially not in the sense of utilizing them to actually make the sound they are supposed to portray. Machine gun noises? Nope. I am awful. Choo-choo train? Nah, I'll pass. Don't get me wrong, when someone does the noises, I love it. I am jealous of their Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-41038229531755261512012-10-15T19:09:00.001-04:002012-10-15T19:09:39.002-04:00Earl Grey Tea Biscuits
I love a stormy fall day that is filled with hot tea and chocolate. I
hate it when I don't read instructions and screw up because of it. I
like it when the perfect song comes on the radio and your good mood is
sent into even higher gear. I hate trying to get butter off my fingers.
It is just gross. Simply gross.
I love animal print everything. Blankets, sweaters, shoes, bags, pictures. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308266090945822434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910278269976373778.post-14225981194819772852012-10-13T11:21:00.001-04:002012-10-13T11:21:57.122-04:00Turkey Chili
Is
a weekend really a break? Or is it just an excuse to catch up on the
"non-work" stuff you neglected during the week? I think it's the former.
The weekend is really just the work-week for all the personal stuff you
can't get done during the day while you are at work, or after work when
you are understandably too tired (or you just don't want to, okay?) to
do it. It's crap. Ha.
No
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