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the quotidian (9.2.13)
Monday, September 2, 2013 11:20
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Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace
With only a few weeks left, we finally put up the
under-the-counter curtains we had made-to-order back in the beginning.
Why, oh why, didn’t we do this earlier?
(This question is becoming our commonly-wailed lament.)
Apple pie-crisp: it didn’t taste as good as I thought it would.
Chocolate cakes don’t come out of the pan in Guatemala.
The closest I get to processing food: roasted tomatoes to store in the fridge.
They go well with macaroni and cheese, beans and rice, eggs, whatever.
Baked French Toast
To make it truly a breakfast fast food, I assemble and bake it the day before and leave it on the counter overnight. In the morning, I pop it in oven, turn it to 350 (ish), and let it heat
for 15-20 minutes. It’s on the table ready to eat before 6 am.
Bonus: it warms up the house on these chilly mornings.
Before drying clothes, check pockets and remove crayons or you will regret it.
After a day of preparation for first communion:
happy with her plastic rosary and “soy misionerola en la Verapaz” pin..
(Not that she’ll have first communion, seeing as we’re Mennonite and all.)
The swirly eye designs were not a part of the theological study, but the idea for the cross?
Yes, probably.
Yes, probably.
(Also, notice the new earrings. Less than a month after getting them pierced,
she’s switching out earrings like a pro.)
Can you tell what movie we’ve recently watched?
Hearing my 7-year-old bust out with (a paraphrase of),
“You think I’m embarrassed to go home to Starla at night?”
makes me over-the-top proud. I’m educatin’ ‘em right.
They found it in the driveway and are keeping it in a container to wave under unsuspecting noses (both people and dog). The fumes were so bad my older son had to take a series of hits
from his deodorant stick to clear his nasal passages.
Slain by fermented bug odors.
JUST KIDDING.
JUST KIDDING.
Nap interrupted.
Girlfriend chat.
High in the nispero tree: singing her heart out,
oblivious to me and my camera and the whole wide world in general.
Jennifer Jo lives with her husband John and their four children on five acres in rural Virginia where she (kinda-sorta-maybe) homeschools the kids, gardens, bakes, and reads. You can find more of her musings and lots of recipes at her web-log mamasminutia.blogspot.com.
Source: http://mamasminutia.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-quotidian-9213.html
