Traditional Swedish Prinsesstårta
Continue reading Recipe for the traditional Swedish Prinsesstårta
Chomp it up.
Continue reading Recipe for the traditional Swedish Prinsesstårta
Poppy had her final soccer game of the season on Friday night (They won! Whee!), and we went straight from the soccer field to the Japanese steakhouse to celebrate our 5-year-old friend’s birthday. I loved the “clear soup” served at the beginning of the meal, Pete ate nearly all of his Hibachi shrimp and Poppy ate least tried her Yakitori. I call that a win.
The kids loved the show the chef put on at the table, despite their initial concern about the flames. Poppy even tried to catch a bit of fried egg in her mouth — “tried” being the operative word; it ended up on the birthday girl.
On Saturday we took advantage of the parents’ night out at Pete’s tae kwon do place so Rockford and I could go see “Star Trek Into Darkness,” where I ate popcorn for dinner and spent a few hours trying to decide whether Benedict Cumberbatch makes a better good guy or bad guy. (My final conclusion: Bad Guy. He makes bad look pretty darn good.) The kids were exhausted when we picked them up, and they went to sleep with zero fuss when we got home. It was a win-win-win-win Saturday night.
What’s for dinner at your house this evening?
I had avocado tacos at my favorite Mexican restaurant yesterday, and Rockford and the kids gave me a Doctor Who t-shirt and Doctor Who Yahtzee for Mother’s Day. It was a nice day. Last night the following phrases (among others) were uttered:
This week we’ll be eating out more than usual, which is fine by me. Sometimes I love cooking but lately I’ve been not-so-enthused about it. Which may explain and may be explained by the reoccurrence of the same 5 meals every week lately. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy on the wheel of repetition. Or something.