Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Colonel Mustard in the library with a candlestick! Professor Plum in the study with a pistol! Sound familiar? Yup, it's everyone's favorite childhood game, Clue! In an effort to relive my childhood but this time, with a foodie twist, I've gotten together with a bunch of my favorite bloggers to form the CLUE Society. Each month, we'll be cooking up a dish from a fellow blogger's blog but in the true spirit of the game, the who, what, and where is a secret until the grand reveal.
For the first round of the game, we were tasked with finding a recipe on our CLUE buddy's blog that we'd like to grace our Thanksgiving table. Now, I love me some Thanksgiving but I'm also always looking for recipes that I can make (and eat!) now! Especially if those recipes involve cake! So I actually had an ulterior motive when perusing Susan's fabulous blog, Create Amazing Meals.
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Standing outside Little Man's room, I remembered reading an article about how the Terrible Twos were a lie and it was actually the Terrible Threes that you needed to be ready for. I smirked because it was obvious the article had it all wrong. We had survived the Terrible Twos and were about to embark on the Awesome Threes. I patted myself on the back, patted the Hubster on the back, and we headed to bed. And then we woke up 2 a.m. when Little Man woke up, refused to go back to his bed, climbed into our bed and proceeded to have a tantrum that put all other tantrums to shame.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
There was a time I loved going to the grocery store. I'd treat myself to a fancy coffee drink, and wander the aisles looking for new and interesting ingredients. I'd debate the merits of sourdough versus challah, read product labels, and hang out by the hot foods bar. Sadly, those days are no more.
These days, preparing to go to the grocery store feels a bit like preparing to go on a long international trip. You got your babies, diaper bags, stroller, Ergo, water bottles, snacks, and toys. The only thing missing is a partridge in a pear tree. I'm exhausted before we even leave the house. Once we get to the grocery store, it's pretty much a race against time. I'm grabbing things, throwing them in the cart, bouncing Little Lady in her carrier, and grabbing Little Man before he grabs an apple from the bottom of the apple pyramid sending the entire display toppling. It's so chaotic, people actually let us cut in checkout line just so they don't have to watch the drama unfold. Just thinking about it gives me hives.
So when Walmart asked if I'd to give their new grocery delivery service, Walmart To Go, a whirl, it took me approximately .000001 second to say yes. I'd order my groceries online in the comfort of my pajamas and some kind soul would bring them to my door? God bless America! Now, in the interest of being scientific (even though I felt an ugly cry coming on when I saw the delivery man because I was so utterly grateful), I took some mental notes on the process.