I have committed a sin. Namely the sin of no blogging. Sorry about that. Sorry Nicole for my lack of creeper material. Though, Boomer is back!!! Now I have someone to talk to (besides myself...creepy) and someone to protect me when Josh is out. Honestly though, I'm not sure how effective Boomer would be against a burglar. He has no issue snarlingly like a rabid wolf whenever Josh gets within two inches of me, but God help him if he gets a slug attached to his back leg. Oh heavens- the world will end as we know it. Josh was incredulous with Boomer's behaviour. "What?! Did you like, sit in the same spot for 25 hours?! A slug is like the most harmless creature on planet earth!" he shouted as Boomer writhed on the floor licking his toes and biting his side. You'd have thought a half-life head crab had attached itself to his butt.
A spider on the other hand- well, I would have understood that. Washington has it's share of mean spirited spiders. I have one living behind the toilet of my spare bathroom. I told Josh to be wary of said mean spirited spider when he went to use the facility this afternoon. However, when I came back down the hallway, I was met by a burning smell and a husband with a wicked smirk on his face. "That's a nasty spider.... I just lit his web on fire." Forget the 498459438657 health and safety codes my husband broke (boys seem to do that) he didn't actually kill the spider. He just pissed him off. Now this is what I'm afraid of.
I can proudly that I have unpacked (most of) the house. And you know what? I have spent most of my days gloriously cooking away in my kingdom. Yes, yes, throw all of the woman-kitchen stereotypes you want at me. I don't care. I freaking love to cook food. So much so that I've cooked meals in advance. I made my first batch of cookies in over six months. AND, I even cook meals for myself (which I used to never, ever do.) Wonderful, no? Too bad Josh has failed to convince anyone to come over for dinner. It's been a week and yet no one has agreed. I asked Josh if I offend, or stink. He told me a reeked of a taken woman. Oh well, I guess most 20+ year olds are more interested in bars and cheap hookers. Did I just say that out loud? Oops. Moving on. With this new kitchen, I have set out on a quest for the ultimate husband food. My mom sent me the easiest recipe EVER which also turned out to be one of the biggest hits EVER. Too bad Josh had to eat them all by himself.
Canadian Bacon Croissants
1 package of premade extra big croissant dough
Canadian bacon
Slices of Cheddar Cheese
Yes, three ingredients. See how easy this is going to be? Cook the bacon. Cut into strips. Cut cheese strips. Roll it up in the roll and cook for 12-13 minutes at 375 F. Thank you mom, Josh is starting to eat my food now!
Then I made him cookies. This is his favorite recipe, and a fail free one at that. I just roll the extra dough into a tube and freeze it for later. Otherwise he would eat it. Eat it all. Then I would have to roll him to work.
THE ORIGINAL CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE
A tradition we know and love.
Yield: 7 dozen 2 inch cookies
2 1/4 cups unsifted all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup butter, softened
3/4 cup granulated sugar
3/4 cup firmly packed brown sugar
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla
2 cups (12 ounces) GUITTARD SEMISWEET CHOCOLATE CHIPS
1 cup chopped walnuts (optional)
Preheat oven to 375ºF.
In a small bowl combine flour, baking soda and salt; set aside.
In a large bowl cream butter, sugar and brown sugar until light. Beat in eggs and vanilla until smooth. Gradually add flour mixture until combined. Stir in chips and walnuts.
Drop by well-rounded teaspoonfuls onto ungreased cookie sheets. Bake 8-10 minutes or until golden brown.
The Original Chocolate Chip Pan Cookie: Prepare dough as directed. Spread evenly into greased 10x15x1-inch pan. Bake at 375ºF for 20-25 minutes. Cool before cutting into 48 two-inch bars.
On a completely unrelated topic, Boomer and I went for a walk. I love to explore and it makes it all the better that I have my adventure buddy back. On this journey, we explored a salmon creek that is right next to my new place.
With a working kitchen, a happy husband, and plenty of room to play fetch with Boomer, I finally feel at home again.
A spider on the other hand- well, I would have understood that. Washington has it's share of mean spirited spiders. I have one living behind the toilet of my spare bathroom. I told Josh to be wary of said mean spirited spider when he went to use the facility this afternoon. However, when I came back down the hallway, I was met by a burning smell and a husband with a wicked smirk on his face. "That's a nasty spider.... I just lit his web on fire." Forget the 498459438657 health and safety codes my husband broke (boys seem to do that) he didn't actually kill the spider. He just pissed him off. Now this is what I'm afraid of.
*shudders*
I can proudly that I have unpacked (most of) the house. And you know what? I have spent most of my days gloriously cooking away in my kingdom. Yes, yes, throw all of the woman-kitchen stereotypes you want at me. I don't care. I freaking love to cook food. So much so that I've cooked meals in advance. I made my first batch of cookies in over six months. AND, I even cook meals for myself (which I used to never, ever do.) Wonderful, no? Too bad Josh has failed to convince anyone to come over for dinner. It's been a week and yet no one has agreed. I asked Josh if I offend, or stink. He told me a reeked of a taken woman. Oh well, I guess most 20+ year olds are more interested in bars and cheap hookers. Did I just say that out loud? Oops. Moving on. With this new kitchen, I have set out on a quest for the ultimate husband food. My mom sent me the easiest recipe EVER which also turned out to be one of the biggest hits EVER. Too bad Josh had to eat them all by himself.
Canadian Bacon Croissants
1 package of premade extra big croissant dough
Canadian bacon
Slices of Cheddar Cheese
Yes, three ingredients. See how easy this is going to be? Cook the bacon. Cut into strips. Cut cheese strips. Roll it up in the roll and cook for 12-13 minutes at 375 F. Thank you mom, Josh is starting to eat my food now!
Then I made him cookies. This is his favorite recipe, and a fail free one at that. I just roll the extra dough into a tube and freeze it for later. Otherwise he would eat it. Eat it all. Then I would have to roll him to work.
THE ORIGINAL CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE
A tradition we know and love.
Yield: 7 dozen 2 inch cookies
2 1/4 cups unsifted all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup butter, softened
3/4 cup granulated sugar
3/4 cup firmly packed brown sugar
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla
2 cups (12 ounces) GUITTARD SEMISWEET CHOCOLATE CHIPS
1 cup chopped walnuts (optional)
Preheat oven to 375ºF.
In a small bowl combine flour, baking soda and salt; set aside.
In a large bowl cream butter, sugar and brown sugar until light. Beat in eggs and vanilla until smooth. Gradually add flour mixture until combined. Stir in chips and walnuts.
Drop by well-rounded teaspoonfuls onto ungreased cookie sheets. Bake 8-10 minutes or until golden brown.
The Original Chocolate Chip Pan Cookie: Prepare dough as directed. Spread evenly into greased 10x15x1-inch pan. Bake at 375ºF for 20-25 minutes. Cool before cutting into 48 two-inch bars.
On a completely unrelated topic, Boomer and I went for a walk. I love to explore and it makes it all the better that I have my adventure buddy back. On this journey, we explored a salmon creek that is right next to my new place.
Boomer found a decaying mouse and tried to make a meal of it. Gross. I, on the other hand, saw a bunny. And while I was probably being eaten alive by the mass colony of mosquitos, it was one of the most peaceful and beautiful walks I have ever taken. That is until two guys were 20 feet behind me and the most logical thing I could conclude at the time was that they were intent on killing me and then cutting me into tiny pieces. I scurried off the boardwalk with my hand on my knife. Just in case.
Though, in hindsight, I doubt two photographers are interested in killing a girl who is guarded by a slug fearing dog.
Oh well.
With a working kitchen, a happy husband, and plenty of room to play fetch with Boomer, I finally feel at home again.
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