Monday, August 25, 2008
Picking Maytoes
I told Kate yesterday we could go to Nana and Papa's garden and pick tomatos to make sauce. The first phrase out of her mouth this morning was "I'm ungry. Let's go pick maytoes." We packed up the car (after breakfast) and headed to the garden. The tomatos were scarce but we managed to find some nice bite size cherry tomatos. Then out of the blue, Kate holds up a tomato in each hand and says, "Kate size, Mama! Wook, Mama!" Where does she come up with her deductions. She amuses me all the time with her comments.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Cinnamon Swirls with Golden Curls
There is nothing like an exteme lack of sleep to start your day off right. This morning I was so sleep deprived I didn't even have the energy to make oatmeal for Kate's breakfast. Matter of fact, I was so tired my lack of common sense was extremely numbed. Being the awesome rock star Mom that I am, I decided Kate should make her own breakfast which turned out to be more work than I bargained.
I pulled out the toaster, sliced bread, butter, sugar, and of course, cinnamon spice along with some perfectly ripe peaches. (Cinnamon tends to be the "spice" of choice with Kate lately.) I toasted the bread, spread some butter, poured sugar in a bowl, added a spoon, and handed over the cinnamon sprinkler. A fantabulous, creative breakfast was at our fingertips. So was a mess that I cleaned up an hour later.
Kate took her time spooning miniscule amounts of sugar onto her toast. It was amusing to watch her extreme perfection of making sure the exact amount of sugar was on every crumb evenly. When she began sprinkling the cinnamon over the sugar it was more like a fireworks show with spice flying here and there, a little bit of everywhere. Kate was so wild with the cinnamon I cut her fireworks display short.
The peaches, from Alldredge Orchard which we will pick our apples from this year, were perfectly ripe which also makes them overly juicey. Juicey, sticky, cinnamonish Kate was a edible mess from her golden locks all the way to her toes. I should have taken a picture.
I pulled out the toaster, sliced bread, butter, sugar, and of course, cinnamon spice along with some perfectly ripe peaches. (Cinnamon tends to be the "spice" of choice with Kate lately.) I toasted the bread, spread some butter, poured sugar in a bowl, added a spoon, and handed over the cinnamon sprinkler. A fantabulous, creative breakfast was at our fingertips. So was a mess that I cleaned up an hour later.
Kate took her time spooning miniscule amounts of sugar onto her toast. It was amusing to watch her extreme perfection of making sure the exact amount of sugar was on every crumb evenly. When she began sprinkling the cinnamon over the sugar it was more like a fireworks show with spice flying here and there, a little bit of everywhere. Kate was so wild with the cinnamon I cut her fireworks display short.
The peaches, from Alldredge Orchard which we will pick our apples from this year, were perfectly ripe which also makes them overly juicey. Juicey, sticky, cinnamonish Kate was a edible mess from her golden locks all the way to her toes. I should have taken a picture.
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