This school year has been pretty tough in the Melia household. While I’ve been to just about every school meeting, physically (just smile and nod), my mind has continually been elsewhere. In an effort to make me feel bad about how uninvolved I’ve been in my child’s education because I’ve been selfishly preoccupied with my own education, my other kids, and the 7 million other things I’ve been juggling on my own, I received a note home from Enigma’s special needs...
I truly intended to do another cooking blog, to document my efforts of subtly reminding my dear Scarly to send me some peanut butter fudge thanking my dear Scarly for her help on HippyMom. I had the camera ready, ingredients out, and commentary from Talker about why I keep cooking and taking pictures of what I’m doing. Oh, little do you know, Talker, but when you are 15 and stumble upon this blog, you will wonder why it all sounds so familiar, yet all names have been changed to protect the...
Plus, a little soft pretzel action on the side… (and then?) pancakes… (and then?) guacamole. Manic cooking sprees rock. There is nothing more fulfilling than a good cooking blog. Nothing. Sadly, this is not a GOOD cooking blog. This is… cooking with Melia. It all started with a bag of apples that were on sale. Apples that my kids promised they would eat. Apples that I knew were destined for greatness within some sort of floury suit of armor because my kids are big liars. Those apples...
No, not really, although I haven’t yet read my horrorscope for the week. I’m being optimistic here. The weekend lowdown… I had a brush with political “greatness,” and simultaneously with a very passionate man, while drinking Filt. Saturday, did fun and exciting things like… grocery shopping! And, I twisted and tied about 6 million shirts for a fall festival next weekend! Oh, then, I ate pierogies. Yum. Yesterday… ok, it started raining on Wednesday evening...
