I have a serious addiciton to Pinterest. There. I said it. My husband would not be surprised by this as he has been the taste tester for many a
catastrophe meal. I will say though, that probably 90% of the recipes I have made, have turned out very well.
So since Easter is in a few days, I thought I’d share a few of my favorites to take along to your feast.
Smoked Salmon Cheesecake
How can you can you go wrong with a cheesecake with yummy smoked salmon? I will say, this is SUPER rich, so instead of pairing with crackers, I made a salad with a light lemon vinaigrette to serve with it.
Mini Lemon Meringue Pies in Jars
How stinking cute are these right? Talk about super easy to make too and so bright and sunny.
My ultimate go to drink when spring hits.
I love shoes. Period. If there is one purchase that I can continually go to that makes a bad day better, a new pair of pants fit perfectly or bring out the colors of a new necklace, it is shoes. Ugh, I just love them. #shoeaddict
Heck, now that I have a daughter, I’m starting to live vicariously through her shoes. She got the Hunter pink boots I wanted. Luckily gal there.
About a month ago, I broke two bones in my foot. While they have healed well, I had to wear shoes that I don’t normally gravitate toward. I’m a heel gal. Heels on sandals, open toe heels, pumps etc. (insert voice from the Forrest Gump movie when he is talking about shrimp dishes).
I’m 5’6 so I’m taller than the average bear but still not what I consider tall, so maybe shoes give me that extra lift to my body and mind. But having a broken foot changes all of that. Yes, I did try to squeeze my stump into a pair of pumps about a week later. HUGE MISTAKE. I think I nearly passed out from the pain. Fashion over function right? Well, the last month it has been more function over fashion.
I’ve been browsing some shoe sites this week while traveling and these are some of the beauties I’d love to have satiate my shoe fix for the week.
Have a great weekend!
silver bow flats
Pretty Blue flats
This week, I’ve learned that those people that track you down at conferences and expos, sometimes actually do know what they are talking about and they actually do sell a good product. I’m not a huge meat eater. In fact, it’s pretty rare that I actually ever eat it. So I’m so proud of myself for actually going along with the sales pitch from a gentleman that we spoke to recently at a home and garden show near Philadelphia. The gentleman worked for a company that sells all natural, grass fed and organic beef, chicken, poultry and fish. We received our first delivery this week that will last us the next 16 weeks. At first I was completely overwhelmed. Our new freezer was packed to the gills by the delivery guy. As a vegetarian, seeing a meat locker completely full was a little unnerving. But today, after almost a week, I can say with confidence that I am so glad we made this choice. My kids are huge meat and vegetable eaters. Half dad, half mom 🙂 Monday night we had grilled london broil with grilled romaine and roasted tomatoes. I put the roasted tomatoes on Dave’s Killer Bread with ricotta. OMG. Heaven. If you have not tried this bread yet, find it and stock up. #daveskillerbread is amazing and so good for you. Our meal was devoured.
Tonight I made asian lettuce wraps with the all natural, all white meat turkey. Again…Gone. Even I had one.
I’m headed to Houston for a few days so I have to come up with a menu for the hubs while I’m gone, but luckily I can truly shop right in my freezer. Very cool.
It’s only wednesday and I feel like I’ve been kicked in the balls so many times this week already.
I really love my job. I love what I do. I love my career. It’s a great life/work balance for myself and my family. It’s everything I’ve studied for and worked hard for. BUT, there are weeks like this where I’ve covered my eyes while pushing the send button on an email or hesitantly picked up a phone call knowing either I was about to deliver bad news or get bad news. I’ve also been woken up every night this week from
thinking stressing over work items. It is the worst feeling ever to wake up at 2am and not be able to fall back asleep because you can’t shut your thoughts off.
There is a silver lining to this though. Next week I am on the road again to Houston,Texas for a training session but even better, I will get to see one of my BFF’s that I haven’t seen in months. I can’t wait to see the sun. I can’t wait to hug her face. I can’t wait to sleep through the entire night because the martinis have drowned my stress induced awakening thoughts.
If I had a nickel for every time someone asked me if my kids were twins, I’d be a very rich woman. Quite honestly though, there are many days that it certainly does feel like they are twins. They are often on the same page with grasping a concept, their speech or if you look at them, they are definitely on the same page with size.
While most days are really wonderful with the two of them being so close in age, there are many trying days as well. There are days I’d like to punch whoever said that breastfeeding is birth control. It took us years to have Maty and then SURPRISE, at 12 weeks old, I found out I was expecting again. (See definition of “pelvic rest” for 8 months plus one glass of chardonnay and you’ll understand how my son came to be.) For years we struggled with infertility. I wanted to cry every time someone told me to “relax” or “just don’t think about it and it will happen”. Go through 3 years of shots, pills and weigh gain from the wacky hormones and then tell me how easy it is to “relax”. Then I guess the lord thought I needed a challenge. 🙂
Anyway, I am not about to go off about the trials of infertility but rather relish in the fact that I have two rambunctious kiddos that are courteous and kind and full of life. For every trying day with my irish twins, there are so many more that are amazing and memorable.
Happy St. Patty’s day to all of those parents of irish twins. Slainte!
Today is my mother’s last day with us until May. 😦 I can’t tell you how nice it is to have an extra set of hands around for the weekend. It is so nice to be able to just run to the store if you need to or take an extra long hot shower without a little being
knocking on the door running into the shower with you. We spent the day at at a local mall where they have the best little indoor playground. The weather looked stellar today but good grief was it still cold. So we opted to stay inside. After running around for a few hours and riding the merry go round, we had lunch, bought some new shoes and then decided the kiddos needed a rest and headed home. We try to always have a crab feast for dinner when my mom is in town. It is her favorite food by far. So in keeping with tradition, we made a few pounds of crablegs only to find out that I am raising a serious foodie-child. My daughter housed half of them I swear. I love the fact that she loves the foods we eat. (Last week she ate two huge pieces of sockeye salmon.) She had a blast cracking it alongside my mother. It made for some wonderful memories
What an awesome weekend. Can’t wait until she comes back again!
Yesterday was one of those days where I laughed so much that my face hurt by the end of the day. I am fortunate to have my mother staying with us for a few days which translates into some much needed husband/wife time. We ventured downtown with Carter’s brother and sister in law, Bake and Betsy and Carter’s mom and dad, to dine at The Oyster House and partake in their “Dump Dinner”. What a fantastic time!! Lobster, clams, mussels, kale and plenty of laughter and wine. It was one of those days you wish would come around more often. One of those days where the kids were happy, the hubs and I were happy and everyone’s faces hurt from smiling and laughing.
Actually, it’s just plain weird. I’ve been contemplating breaking up with Facebook for quite a while. It’s not that I don’t love reading other people’s posts or seeing their children, but I found myself reading about them instead of actually being in the moment with them. I was recently with a colleague of mine and realized that I knew everything about all of her trials and good tidings because I had read them already on her Facebook page. It made for very bland vanilla conversation. It made me realize that I wanted to really get back to the things I love and go back to being with friends, not merely reading about friends. I know it’s not reality to be able to be with all of my friends, colleagues and family all of the time, so it’s more figuratively said, but I want to get back to being in the moment and enjoying what I really love about the one life the lord has blessed me with.
Why the name, “The House of Twos”? Almost everything in my life has come in pairs. I wouldn’t have it any other way.