Over"dough"se

I made Easter dinner. Hard to believe, but I did it. Inspired by the "Did Jesus Really Live Again" song - we had fish. (...."and of the fish and honeycomb he did truly eat.") Really - fish just sounded good. I'm not a red meat fan at all. On the menu was snow cod fish in a heavy lemon marinade, fresh asparagus smothered in Hollaindaise sauce, red potatoes baked in olive oil and french onion dip, and Lehi Mill Rolls. So - it turned out pretty good...and wasn't as hard to make as I thought. The rolls were pretty intense for me, though. For Christmas 2 years ago someone gave us a Lehi Roller Mills mix and I wanted to use it before it expired next month. It required yeast and letting the dough rise and everything. It was much more intense than packaged dinner rolls or Rhodes rolls. Cadet loved helping me make the rolls - so I was glad that I tried it. It reminded me of when my mom used to make fresh homemade bread and Cinnamon rolls every Friday. The smell of it brought all those memories back to me. As much as I hate cooking - I sure do enjoy the finished product. I realize I owe it to my kids to try a little harder. In all of my nostalgia - I also remember eating bread dough. I loved it as a kid. As a kid, though, my mom was around to make sure I only ate a little. As I was getting the dough ready last night, I ate it like cookie dough. Hubby though it utterly discusting (which it probably was) - but I loved it. I couldn't stop. I ended up getting quite the overdose of bread dough. For those of you who haven't eaten bread dough, I recommend starting off with just a small bite. Don't indulge in a spoon full or two or three plus the beaters plus licking the bowl plus sampling a dollop from each roll. Its just not a good idea. Within a few minutes, I was burping bread dough burps. It was not good. To try to get rid of the burps - I hit the Easter candy. Yum. Chocolate. It felt like a good idea at the time. So, after eating a ton of bread dough, and 7 or 8 pieces of chocolate I was still burping. Enter the cream cheese pumpkin roll. Exit my self-control. Half a roll later, I'm still burping yucky burps. Half an hour later I'm on the couch writhing in pain. Burping. Nauseated. Belly expanding. Dough expanding. No room in the inn. Still having to feed the baby, and regretting my indulgence. It was a rough night, but I survived. I think that I won't be making any more rolls for a long time. Bread dough is just too dangerous in my hands.

Wii the Artichokes

Just two random things on my mind this morning. First - I'm still sore. We went home this weekend to visit our families and celebrate my nephew's birthday. It was a lot of fun! (Except for my sister being stuck in the hospital and missing out on the fun.) My other sister bought a Wii a few weeks ago. I'm usually so anti gaming system (probably because I never had one, and am exceptionally terrible at them.) But - I love the Wii. I am addictd to the boxing. Hence - why I am still sore. My back, my arms, my neck, my abs, my sides. Who knew a video game could be such a workout? It is three days later and I still hurt. But - it was a lot of fun.

The second thing on my mind - artichokes. Last night I went grocery shopping and went crazy in the produce section. I've been craving greens like nothing else. So...I found an artichoke. This is only the second time ever that I"ve eaten an artichoke. It was so yummy. It took me 20 minutes to research how to cook and eat it - another 20 to cook it - and an hour to eat it! I totally enjoyed it, though. I ate the entire thing myself and it was just splendid. Even though, I didn't finish until 11 p.m. I truly enjoyed it.

Stumped

One of the things that I just love about our rental is this stump. In our front yard there obviously used to be a tree. Now....it is just a stump....and it has these great spotlights shining all around it. It's just beautiful - truly :) Actually, I love it because Cadet loves it. He likes to pretend to get the sword out of the stone from it. It's great entertainment. So...its just an example of how sometimes when you look at something from first glance with dismay - it doesn't have to always be so bad. The eyesore in our front yard is fuel for the imagination - and a great babysitter for me - happy day.