Happy belated St. Paddy's, everyone! You'd think
bunko would have depleted my Irish-and/or-green-theme-making abilities, but I was only getting WARMED UP.
Okay, well, maybe I was still in the process of warming up with breakfast. I almost didn't post a picture of these, uh, green-ish donuts, for obvious reasons. But I think it's important to be totally honest and transparent about how turd-like my projects sometimes turn out. Anyway, they were based on these
Irish oatmeal cakes and they tasted fine and Anna is still asking for green donuts, so I guess this failure was a mitigated one.
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Still, I defy you to make a more turd-like item in your oven. |
Quick, look! Poached eggs with green stuff!
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Much better. |
And finally,
beef and Guinness pie for dinner. I remembered why I only make this once a year, and that is because it is 1) composed entirely of flour, butter, and cow, and 2) super delicious.
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Even potatoes would add too much unwanted plant matter here. |
I, for one, think we're aging BEAUTIFULLY.
I credit the Guinness.
One slight hiccup in the day's festivities: I discovered that if you start off with a generally happy, smiley baby, adding in the excitement of a holiday might just overload her system.
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Her first Arbor Day is going to be EPIC. |
I also discovered that Anna doesn't seem to realize the camera can get to her through glass.
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This will explain how weirdly reflective all future family portraits are. |
After all the flour, butter, cow, and beer, it seemed like we should have something ridiculously healthy on Sunday night. I mean, kale, natch, but even cooked kale seemed inadequately punitive, so I stepped it up with a
raw kale salad. Did you even know there WAS such a thing? Are you a little bit sad and frightened now that you do? There is also nutritional yeast in the dressing. I just...don't even know.
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Further evidence that my husband is the easiest person in the world to feed: his only comment was that the kale was easy to keep on the fork, which he liked. |
Eased back into regular-healthy last night with some nice bland yogurt-based
egg salad.
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Probably would have benefited from some roasted red peppers or spicy mustard bacon. |
Okay, time to go, we're teaching Elmo to play Angry Birds.