Three things I'm loving this week:
1. Rhodes frozen bread dough. Who knew it was this simple to make "homemade" bread? Who knew I'd ever have to actually make bread? See...I signed my husband up as someone who could provide homemade bread for communion at church and when January's bread-baker fell ill, they asked us to fill in. No problem. Except Dan had to work Saturday and I needed to come up with a homemade loaf of bread. I borrowed my mom's bread machine. I couldn't even figure out how to get the basket thing out and abandoned that plan. I thought I could buy a loaf at Giant Eagle and pass it off as my own. No luck. Then, I remembered the woman who asked me to make bread had mentioned something about frozen bread dough. Sure enough, there it was...in the frozen foods and, get this, the only thing you had to do was spray the loaf pan, dump the frozen loaf in...let it rise and then bake the sucker. That's it (bread even the culinary-challenged can't screw up). Amen.
2. Applebee's. Met a friend for dinner at Harborcreek Applebee's last night and was pleasantly surprised at the number of healthy choices -- under 500 calories -- on the menu. Of course, I made up for the shortfall in calories with a few hundred from the bar, but... BTW -- I had the Cajun Lime Tilapia and it was delish!
3. Gracious businesses who know the magic words. I received this e-mail from Feld Entertainment. Honestly, I expected it to be your standard e-mail spam/newsletter, but it was an actual "thank you" note. I love the line, "We know you have several choices when selecting family entertainment, and we appreciate your patronage." Oh...you got me...you really got me. What mommy doesn't relish any opportunity to feel appreciated -- even if it's for opening her wallet.
Three things I'm hating this week:
1. New razors. Most women say they cut their legs when shaving with old razors. Not me, I open a new razor and it's a blood bath. I have band-aids on both ankles and a knee to prove it. It takes me at least two weeks of cutting the hell out of legs to dull the razor enough to no longer be a serious danger to myself.
2. Bitter cold temperatures. Enough with this already. You know it's cold when you open the door to let the cat out and he gives you that look like..."Seriously? Are you on crack? I'm not going out there....clean the litter box, lady."
3. Oranges with seeds. There's just no way to look even remotely ladylike at a lunch meeting when you have a mouthful of citrus seeds to spit out. Funny how spoiled I've become by all the engineered seedless fruit.