A teaspoon of curry… September 27, 2007

So, my house still smells like curry a WEEK after making that chicken recipe. I think curry belongs in delicious Asian fusion restaurants, a la Clay Pit. No more curry for my kitchen.

I am not a big cookie baker… I love to bake, but cookies just aren’t my thing. It is the dropping them on to baking sheets that makes me feel a little squirmy and ADD. It takes a long time. Sunday, I made cookies for the first time since the little man was born. It took about 2 bites of cookie before he started saying “cookie”, although it sounds a bit like “cook-ay”. I guess it is the Texas drawl peeking out, Lord help us.  His Mama tries so hard not to have one.

His Mimi and Paw Paw watched him last night so we could run (2 mile time trial–17 minutes, 6 seconds for me!), and they have gotten him to say “hello”, “more”, and “done”. Very distinctly. I think they need to babysit a little more (hint hint).

I finally took him to the pediatrician for the runny nose and cough he can’t seem to get over this morning, and we have our first ear infection! I must be a pretty crappy mother for not going sooner, but he has not been fussy or feverish at all. He will have his first round of antibiotics as soon as he wakes up and we run to Walgreen’s. I may have to bake another batch of Talking Cookies this afternoon to assuage my guilt.

Talking Peanut Butter Chip Chocolate Cookies (courtesy of Hershey’s Cocoa Cookbook 1979)

1 C Butter

1.5 C sugar

2 eggs

2 tsp. vanilla

2 Cups unsifted, all-purpose flour

2/3 C Hershey’s Cocoa

3/4 tsp. baking soda

1/2 tsp. salt

1 package Reese’s peanut butter chips

Cream butter, sugar, eggs, and vanilla in a large mixing bowl. Combine flour, cocoa, baking soda, and salt; blend in. Stir in peanut butter chips. Drop by teaspoonfuls onto ungreased cookie sheets. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes at 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Cool 1 minute before removing to wire rack.

This just in… September 21, 2007

I suck at making bone-in chicken dishes. Or maybe that recipe just sucked. Rather than using a whole chicken, I bought three BONE-IN not SKINLESS breasts. They looked beautiful, smelled fabulous, and the skin tasted great. But these days, you don’t eat the skin. (Who wants to waste a three mile run on chicken skin? I would rather have Haagen Daz, please!) The chicken was just a little bland.

Tomorrow is my six-mile jog, which I hope goes smoothly. Grammy is going to keep the little man so I can run. I have loaded up the iPod with plenty of bad pop music that I secretly love (Toxic, anyone?) and some rap and alternative that I can admit to loving.

My better half September 20, 2007

So my darling husband convinces me to join a running program and train for the half marathon. A lot of belly-aching ensues, but I agree to do it.

And he gets hurts. Achilles tendinitis, intially misdiagnosed as plantar fascitis. So right now, I am going it on my own. Until he gets better, which will hopefully happen soon.

Actually, I do love it. Being forced to come downtown and run along the trails downtown once a week, is a good thing. And running along the trails of the Williamson County Regional Park is not quite as interesting, but fun, and a good use of my tax dollars. Or something.

When your allergies are out of control, and possibly progressing into a fun case of bronchitis, and your 14 month old decides to start waking up at 3:30 a.m. again, it is a little less fun.

I did not make it to my 3 mile, easy run this morning, but I am looking forward to doing it at 5:30, in the delicious humidity and heat. Hopefully, our dinner, which I put together BEFORE naptime this morning, will be cooking away while I run. It seems like it may be a little “curry-y” for our taste, but I will report back.

Diving in September 17, 2007

I have toyed with the idea of blogging enough.  I am going to jump in and just do it already. 

Is there anything about me that is unusual or exciting?  Not particularly.  I am an average mom living in an above-average metropolitan area.  My son is so far above average in my mind, but he is changing at a breath-taking pace.  If I don’t document it in some way, I am not sure if I will ever forgive myself.  As it stands, I don’t know where the past 14 months have gone.  I also don’t know how I am going to sneak in a purchase of a digital SLR, but that is another story.

Little C is climbing everything.  He is getting into EVERYTHING.  He is so curious about the world and how everything in it works.  If he is not sleeping, then he is moving non-stop.  He is talking a lot, but we can only decipher some of it so far.  We’re working on that.  Right now, he is a mama’s boy, and I adore every second of it.