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Ginger, Honey and Lemon: Can You Guess How I’m Feeling?

O.K., which of you stuffed my ears with marshmallows and forced me to swallow a cheese grater? I know one of you is the culprit because there’s no other explanation for why I feel this way.

Unless I’m sick. But we don’t want to consider that possibility. Sickness is not an option when you have a million things to do while accompanied by an overactive toddler intent on performing a new death-defying stunt every 45 seconds (e.g., somersault off fireplace onto end table followed by double layout onto couch).

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What My Husband Hates

On February 1st a post I’ve written is appearing on Scary Mommy‘s Scary Mommy Society. This week, in honor of the society, I’m featuring stories and recipes for all my scary parenting friends.

Multiple Choice Question: What do you do when your parenting partner goes out of town?

a) Beg for mercy.

b) Ask your mom to visit.

c) Make it easy on yourself and allow a few days of continuous cartoon-watching.

d) Invite friends over for the evenings: You supply the wine, they supply conversations that do not include the words mommy, poo poo or Idon’twantto.

e) Make pasta with olives, shrimp and feta served on a tangle of arugula.

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Girls’ Night In: Breaking all the Rules

I have a Girls Night In with a few friends once a month. When our nights first started we wanted to meet regularly and not have the frequency of our get-togethers decrease into nothingness slowly over time (this has been the fate of so many groups that I’ve been in, especially book clubs. Thankfully this is not a book club so we have that on our side). We got to the heart of the issue: Why do people who have fun together stop getting together? The answer: It becomes too much work with the host running around the house tidying and madly trying to figure out what to serve (oh, and that answers the book club question – there’s the added pressure of actually reading the book!). To simplify things all of our girls’ nights follow these four rules:

Rule #1:

The hostess does not prepare any food for the guests.

Rule #2:

The hostess provides the following, nothing more, nothing less:

  • 1 bag of tortilla chips
  • 1 bowl of salsa
  • 1 dessert purchased at the local grocery store

Rule #3:

The guests do the BYOB thing.

Rule #4:

We sit outside unless the weather is truly awful (this is supposed to minimize the house-cleaning. Although, the homes of my gal-pals are always spotless when I arrive. Likewise, I fear that I would run around like a maniac, Windex and roll of paper towels in hand, even if Rule #4 was, “Guests agree to wear blindfolds for entire evening.”

OCD cleaning impulses aside, we had managed to meet fairly regularly for quite some time…until…

I was shopping for my tortilla chips, salsa and grocery-store dessert when I spotted pomegranates: Plump. Round. Scarlet. Perfect. Ohhhhh…I thought of exotic vacations…I thought of Christmas…I thought of Champagne…I thought, “Should I buy some Cava?” Mmmm….I thought you’d never ask!

Once home I extracted the seeds from the fruit (why don’t chefs warn, “Wear an apron and cover entire kitchen in newspaper,” BEFORE they advise, “Whack the pomegranate hard with a wooden spoon to dislodge the seeds?” *sigh*) and fed a third of them to my toddler for a snack. Another third were placed in the fridge to get cold. The final third went into a fine mesh sieve over a bowl where I mashed the juice out of them using the back of a wooden spoon. The small bowl of juice went beside the seeds in the fridge to chill out.

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