No, I don’t make gravy.
But y’all, how did it get to be
mid-May end of May?
Speaking of that, Smallish Bear is
three months almost 15 weeks old. Somebody splain how that happened.
It’s been too hot to sit outside while Bubba and Smacky have their swim lessons so I bought little man a swim diaper and took him in the Y pool. He was all mellow and relaxed and loving life.
Not so many new recipes the last little while, mostly because of heat, too-busy weekends that leave no time for grocery shopping, and utter exhaustion. We did make Cinnamon Roll Pancakes on Bubba’s cooking night. He did the lion’s share of the making up, including pouring the batter, swirling the cinnamon goo and flipping the pancakes. No pictures, we ate them too fast. (I CAN tell you they looked nothing like the photos on that site.) Very, very delish. Bubba also did a little grilling for the fam – he and I made shish kebabs, using chicken and onion chunks marinated with this recipe, and YUM. (It was so good I’ll be using it again, this time in the oven with the chicken like the recipe calls for.)
Squishy and Cookie have convinced me to do SoS. It was the “do whatever you want, no drama allowed” that convinced me. That, and the fact that MIL requested socks for Christmas after trying on FIL’s last year’s Christmas socks. She wants red, he’ll get man socks. That requires shopping. I know the Tour is coming up soon, which means spinning is on the horizon, too. Plus that quilt, and some more quilts that are designing themselves in my head… I really don’t have *time* to have a job!
(Also, regarding the last post, I do know that I have to make choices and try to do the best I can. Occasionally, though, I just get overwhelmed. It’s like when you face The Closet of Doom with the intention of cleaning it out and organizing it, and there’s so much you can’t think of anything, and you shut the door and grab a beer and your knitting…)