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I think my daughter has a drinking problem. She may also have her mother’s serious aversion to bread products….The future looks bleak my friends. Funny, I think I have a similar picture of my son at the same age:
Hmmm, says more about the parents I think, than the child. My name is Elizabeth Nyland and I may have a beer addiction. Yes, around this house we dearly love our craft brewed beers. We especially love our local varieties (above is Phillips Brewing Hop Circle IPA).
What’s cuter than a naked baby? Nothin’. Period. Well, I suppose the baby in question might be cuter if it was your own, but this is my blog, so I am going to continue to inundate you with pictures of my children until they are old enough to make me stop. Especially naked ones like this. Mainly I’m putting this up for my Mom. Hi Mom! *waves* That’s for you! You know what’s not as cute as a naked baby? When your toddler teams up with said baby to destroy your beloved magazines.
Troublemakers! I am in deep doo-doo people. These kids are going to kill me, and I know it’s going to long, slow and painful. Just imagine the trouble these two are going to come up with when they are teenagers! Oh, someone say a prayer for me.
It’s a new year, and I realize many people will be fielding their resolutions for the next few months (or weeks) and many of those will have to do with eating healthier. Well, then this recipe is not for you. This recipe is purely of the gooey, creamy, sticky, savoury but sweet variety and has (I’m sure) an unprecedented amount of calories. So if you, like many, are into those kind of resolutions, then maybe you would prefer to look at this recipe instead. Go ahead, I won’t be hurt. Brie is my absolute favourite cheese of all time. If you put it in front of me, I will eat it. All of it. There’s no stopping me. When I was pregnant, I would look at you with death in my eyes if you offered it to me. Brie, being a soft, mould covered cheese is not allowed on the strict diet of pregnant women, as it can carry listeriosis, a deadly toxin for developing fetuses. I could barely keep myself from just tasting a little morsel, and during my second pregnancy, I may have lost all willpower and eaten it anyway.
There’s something in the air right now, and I don’t mean tiny wonderful snowflakes… Sadly, as much as people who have never been to this part of Canada seem to think, we do not get a lot of snow. In fact, the temperatures here barely ever dip below the freezing point. When they do it wreaks havoc on our sensibilities. Us lucky folk who live on Vancouver Island or the far West coast (Vancouver) have come to rely on our moderate climate. Yes, it rains, yes it rains a lot. But we only on occasion have to dig out the toques, mittens, hats and longjohns and usually only for voluntary outings to majestic mountain skiing resorts. No, that something in the air is change. It’s the beginning of the new year and that means only one thing to me. Spring is on the way. Once the calendar resets itself, all I can think about is that the days will no get longer and the weather will only get better (though we do tend to see snow, if at all, in January). Even the chickens in the backyard know something is changing, as they have gone from withholding egg production to practically shooting them out their backsides at alarming speed. Someone please send recipes that require the use of 26 eggs, stat! I’m excited for 2011, though I’m not sure why. |
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