Tag Archives: Homemaking


August 23, 2012 · 2:34 pm

During the past several weeks as we have been rearranging our house, I haven’t had much to say.  Partly because my days are full.  Partly because they are full with housework.  Maybe it’s because I hate don’t love housework to begin with, but I just can’t think of anything good or interesting to say about it.

Meanwhile, Nati continues to entertain.  While we were out to eat with my dad one day, Nati smiled sweetly at the elderly lady at the table across from us.  Then he sat up, pointed at her with his full arm extended, and said loudly, “Mama, I just smiled at that black lady!”  She was white.

“Mommy, I have some mama-milk for Lily.”

Also, Lily is now crawling!  Hello, mobility.  Goodbye, safety and easy parenting.

I’ll think of something interesting to say in a few days when the house is finally in order.  I hope.

A Tragedy

August 8, 2012 · 4:43 pm

Yohannes is gone.  He’s only on a work trip for a couple days, but I needed something to cheer me up.  What’s that you say? Chocolate? Well, I don’t mind if I do.

So I decided to try to make this:

Grasshopper Mint Chocolate Bark

I thought it looked beautiful.  Heavenly, even.  So I bought all the ingredient and they’ve just been sitting in the cupboard begging for me to run out of other chocolate to eat.  Today was that day.

As I melted the chocolate and stirred the gooey delight with a spatula, I pictured the crisp chunks of minty chocolate goodness.  I knew I would probably eat this whole batch, but the next one I would definitely share.  Maybe I could even make a cinnamon flavored red variety and give it away at Christmas!  I pictured myself smiling and brushing off complements as I bestowed my generous gift — Telling everyone how easy it was, and that they could do it too. (Insert comment about counting my chickens before the eggs hatched.)

In drama speak, a tragedy is a play dealing with the downfall of a great man.  This was a tragedy.  (Well, I’m not sure if I qualify as a great (wo)man, seeing as my grandeur was all in my strangely detailed daydreams of the future.)  As I reached the step where I put mint extract and food coloring into the chocolate it all went to crap.  Apparently there is this baking secret that you are only entitled to know after you have screwed up a batch of desert and google, “What in the heck just happened!”

If water (such as that in mint extract or food coloring) gets into melted chocolate, it will seize.  Seizing is when your melted chocolate turns solid again.  It is still hot, but solid, and impossible to melt again. Basically, what was once beautiful goo is now a clumpy mess.  It was clear that it wouldn’t pour onto the baking sheet, but I thought maybe I could press it down with a spoon.  When that didn’t work, I tried my hands, but did I mention it was still boiling hot?


As I was frantically working, Nati was whining for my attention. I growled gently asked him to be patient.  I few minutes later, I found this:

Never been happier that I insisted on a wipe-able surface for our brand new futon.

I guess the green food coloring is good for more than just ruining my chocolate.

In drama speak, this is called comic relief.

This homemaker thing is way out of my league.  Maybe I’ll go to med school, or something easy like that.  And after failing at life at this recipe, I could really use some chocolate.  Who cares if it’s clumpy. 🙂


DIY Wall Map

August 1, 2012 · 10:46 am

DIY Wall Map

I DIMed! (Did It Myself.)  I’ve been seeing this wall map made by Christy Wright all over Pinterest. It caught my eye, and since we are in the middle of trying to bring our barren walls to life, I decided to give it a try. Read More →

The Secret

July 21, 2012 · 8:00 am

Hundreds, maybe even thousands of years ago, pretty close to the beginning of time, a pact was made.  This pact was sacred, never to be broken lest the whole universe implode.  The purpose of the pact was to protect The Secret (aka how people with children keep the house clean) from those who are not worthy of it.

Apparently I am not worthy.  But if anyone could just tell me what I need to do to be let in on the pact, that would be so awesome.  I would make you cookies.  Give you a massage.  Create a direct deposit of all the money in my bank account into yours.

I had been doing pretty well there for a while.  Then we went on vacation and immediately upon our return got the stomach flu.  So there’s that.  I feel like I keep walking into my kitchen and seeing the piles of dishes, and thinking to myself, “But I just did the dishes!”  And then I realize that it was actually a couple days ago. So there’s that.

So I’ve been feeling a lot like this lately:

“What did you do all day?”

At least when I first looked at the picture, I thought it captured my feelings quite well.  But the more I look at it, I have to reconsider.  I mean, holy moly, that is a clean kitchen.  The wood is literally shining.  There aren’t even streams of dried yogurt decorating the table.  Check out the well-stocked bowl of un-rotten fruit. The jello neatly stacked in the fridge.  This woman baked a cake. And does her shirt match her pants?  I take it back.  This woman is obviously in on The Secret.  I now feel both the compulsion to jealously despise her and grovel at her feet for information.

So, if you are one of the chosen who is in on the pact and knows The Secret, I am begging you here. Anything, up to half of my my whole kingdom for The Secret.  (Okay, so technically, I’m not the king of anything, but I think you understand my point.)

What’s that you say? Time management and self discipline?  Oh.  Well can anyone tell me the secret to how you can improve your time management and self discipline?  Up to half of my kingdom.  Seriously.