…’cause I’m on a roll!
Or a croissant…
Doesn’t that look incredible? My Mom is a master baker. She’ll deny it, but she is. And she made these. AND the Chocolate Pear Jam (am I the only one that thinks of Pearl Jam when I see ‘pear jam’? I love 90’s grunge, what can I say!) next to it. I know. I’m wicked blessed (for many reasons other than the buttery pastry and jam).
It’s good to be back in some routine (as you might recall I’m a fan of), although now my Husband is sick. Seriously. I thought we were done with this! I just hope the cycle ends with him. Once and for all. Seriously. Go away, Sickness!
Despite that, we’ve been doing great at focusing on the Simple Things.
We had a Game Night, where we played Disney Candyland. It is always a fun game, but was made more special with popcorn. Bigs goes ape poop for popcorn. He always has.
It was pretty fun except Smalls kept sweeping his hand through all the player pieces and cards. And the popcorn. 18 month olds aren’t good at playing games.
We had an Art Night, where we got out this huge pad and everyone drew on it. It was great. We love doing that.
I cannot even handle how much I love Bigs’ happy face drawings (bottom right, middle of page). He’s just the coolest. Literally The Coolest.
Know what else is cool? Pretzels. Homemade pretzels. I made some. Sure they ended up looking like chicken wings. But chicken wings are cool too, right?
The dough was really easy to make and came together well.
It was sticky though. And that didn’t make for very clean pretzel forming. But that’s okay. It’s not like they ever had the destiny to LOOK good. They were supposed to be like pretzel nuggets but since the dough was too sticky for me (and I had two crazy boys running amok), I just sort of cut it and some had tails and looked like sea monkeys and some were cute and others were wonky. And I didn’t score any but one (the one that made me make the decision not to score the rest). They went into their baking soda hot tub and floated to the top.
I piled those suckers up and added an egg wash. Okay, not an egg wash, but just a beaten egg (before EGG above, after egg below). Oops. They stunk a bit when baking.
They baked up beautifully though, and the eggy smell went away. I brushed melted butter on them after they were done baking (before butter above, after butter below).
They were just like “real” soft pretzels! Crunchy(ish) outside, delicious and chewy inside.
They look like those Snyder’s Honey Mustard pretzels here. They aren’t.
Some I tossed with Kosher salt.
Don’t they look like the best ever chicken wings? Well, they’re not.
The other half of them I added cinnamon sugar to.
That was more of a hit. But I like pretzels in any flavor.
Look at all those glistening, delicious pretzel nuggets.
I also made some delicious roasted sweet potatoes for dinner. I had both white and orange sweet potatoes (The black ones appear to be purple sweet potatoes, but they’re not. They burned. But I did that ON PURPOSE because my husband loves burned stuff. Works for me.).
I had about a million sweet potatoes that I needed to use (they were sprouting). I made mashed sweet potatoes the night before.
I served those with sausages and fruit.
And lastly, to round out this very wonky post, today was Fireman day at Bigs’ school.
Here is his cool lunch. It’s a PB&J (duh), with “F I R E D E P T” stamped on it and red, orange, and yellow outlining to represent fire. I made a little construction paper fire for him with directions on it, saying, “Put this fire out with your pretzel “hoses””. I also gave him a few more red tortilla chips. And lastly, he had cherry yogurt raisins, orange yogurt raisins, and some dried pineapples and bananas (all keeping with my red, orange, and yellow theme).
And naturally I had to send him in matching clothes. It’s how I [stop, drop, and] roll.
I can’t help myself. It’s some sort of a sickness.
I hope you all have had a great Thursday. It’s one step closer to Friday – woohoo!
Remember…stop, drop, and roll!