"Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see."
Remember that post on improvising? Well, this morning was another one of those moments where I was forced to think quickly. It’s a big day for Greg and I wanted him to look great so when he put on his new dress shirt and stepped out of the closet with deep crease lines across his chest, I knew something had to be done. We have a beautiful iron (yes, irons can be beautiful just like washing machines and refrigerators) packed away in a basement in Canada, but no iron here in California. Hmmmm, I thought. If some people use irons to straighten their hair, why not use a flat iron to iron clothes? It’s quite brilliant, if you ask me. So I plugged in the old flat iron (which doesn’t get much use these days as I spend most of my time on the couch in front of the computer or in the gym) and went to work.
The fold lines disappeared with very little effort and my husband was quite impressed with my ingenuity.
So what is so big about this day for my hubby? Well, today he has the honour and privilege of being one of few people to go to the Disney vault! If your mind works anything like mine, you’re probably picturing that silver vault with Mickey Mouse’s head on it. You know, the one you see on the commercials; the one that houses all the old Disney movies. I have no clue what’s really in this vault and I probably wouldn’t be able to share it even if I did since only Disney employees and the occasional extremely wealthy celebrity are ever allowed in. There are even strict rules about this place like no revealing the address of the facility to anyone and no photos of the exterior or interior of the building. When I heard this, I imagined Greg being searched, blindfolded, and shoved into a cargo van so that he would never know the top-secret location. Pretty intense, huh?

Life just got a little bit sweeter!
It was typical day in sunny California. I spent the morning doing laundry, cleaning the kitchen, and catching up on the latest episode of “The Real Housewives of Orange County” (one of my many guilty pleasures). As I lay down on the couch after much hard work, I was startled by a loud knock on the door. When you live in a state where you can count the number of people you know on one hand, you don’t expect to hear that sound. I just assumed it must be the neighbour returning the pencil she borrowed from us a few days ago. I opened the door and saw no one. Some kids must be playing “Nicky, Nicky, Nine Door,” I thought. But before I could get upset or start hunting for the hooligans who interrupted my episode of “Teen Mom” (another ridiculously guilty pleasure I’m surprised I’m even admitting I watch), I noticed a package on the ground. I tore it open as fast as I could and quickly realized that the man or woman who left this for me could come knocking on my door any day! Check out what I received!
As I stand in the kitchen waiting to flip another fluffy pancake, I know I am not alone. It is Pancake Tuesday, after all. Today, may be better known to some of you as Fat Tuesday, Shrove Tuesday, or Mardi Gras but in this household, we like to call it pancake Tuesday and as the name suggests, enjoy pancakes for dinner!
I just love Pancake Tuesday and it’s not just because of those delicious pancakes. This day is a reminder that spring is just around the corner. It marks the beginning of the season of Lent and prompts us to begin reflecting on the Easter story and what Jesus’ death and resurrection means for each of us.
Tonight, I’ve decided to spice up the holiday a little bit by making Cinnamon Bun Pancakes (click for recipe) with an icing drizzle instead of our usual crepes. I found the recipe on Tasty Kitchen. If you haven’t heard of or seen this site, you must check it out. There are some incredible recipes and meal ideas on there that you must try.
The Cinnamon Bun Pancakes were a success and so simple to make. Don’t wait until next year to make them. I think Pancake Wednesday sounds just as good!
Love never fails....And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
It’s my birthday and I’ll blog if I want to…
Have you ever tried one of those “Guess your age” carnival games? You know, the one where the game operator must guess your age within 2 years or you win a prize? I haven’t, but I’m beginning to think I should.
In my early twenties, I was told that I didn’t look a day over 16. Not what you want to hear when you enter adulthood. Last March, I attended a taping of “Jeopardy” and as I handed my ticket to the concierge, he did a double take and asked, “Are you over 18?” I am still asked to show my ID each and every time I buy a bottle of wine. When guessing my age, I find that people are usually off by about 5 or 6 years. I guess it’s really not so bad. On the bright side, when I hit 30 or 40, I’ll be thrilled to be mistaken for a real youngin’, fresh out of university!
I’m looking forward to a relaxing afternoon in the California sunshine, a dinner out with my husband and mother (who travelled all the way from Canada to be with me on my birthday), and a dessert that I’ve heard is just to-die-for!
There are so many ways to enjoy pomegranates.
With delightfully scented soaps,
And plump and juicy pomegranate seeds,
Isn’t life delicious?
I'm a sucker for sweet potato fries! I would eat them for every meal if my conscience would let me. Earlier this year, I made a goal for myself that I would perfect the sweet potato fry. If restaurants can do it, then so can I.
Some claim that the secret to crispy sweet potato fries is to soak/blanch them in warm water for 10 minutes before seasoning and baking them. I decided to give it a try. Some of the fries came out crispier than others and while they were still delicious, I’m not sure how much of a difference blanching them made. So I’m back to the drawing board. If anyone out there has an idea, leave me a comment and I’ll be sure to give it a try.
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