sweet n' sour
It was a beautiful spring day in Baltimore, and we celebrated by going to a strawberry festival at a nearby church. Zoe had her first pony ride, and I had my first lemon stick (a peppermint stick stuck in a lemon, to be used as a straw). Sean gamely acquiesced to the whims of his women--moonbouncing, ice cream eating, flea market shopping and book browsing. They had an excellent used book room. I filled a box with literary fiction and classics for seven bucks (I actually gave them ten 'cause I felt guilty hauling off so much).
I requested and received sour apple schnapps and vodka for Mother's Day for making appletinis--yeah, I know--very uncharacteristically girly of me. But you know, it's like drinking liquid Jolly Ranchers. I got some martini glasses, too.
I made Zoe some mac n' cheese of the Trader Joe's box variety. She ate some, but mostly picked. And hour later I made some fancy salads for Sean and me--baby spinach, arugula, red peppers, avocado and leftover grilled chicken with homemade cilantro lime walnut dressing. She snuggled up next to me, announcing "I'm gonna share with you, Mama," and proceeded to eat at least 1/3 of my salad. I often forget who I'm dealing with here.
I requested and received sour apple schnapps and vodka for Mother's Day for making appletinis--yeah, I know--very uncharacteristically girly of me. But you know, it's like drinking liquid Jolly Ranchers. I got some martini glasses, too.
I made Zoe some mac n' cheese of the Trader Joe's box variety. She ate some, but mostly picked. And hour later I made some fancy salads for Sean and me--baby spinach, arugula, red peppers, avocado and leftover grilled chicken with homemade cilantro lime walnut dressing. She snuggled up next to me, announcing "I'm gonna share with you, Mama," and proceeded to eat at least 1/3 of my salad. I often forget who I'm dealing with here.