She-Ra, Master of the Universe


Wait, how can She-Ra be Master of the Universe if He-Man was? And really, why were we not all a little smarter back then? Is He-Man the best name the cartoon writers could come up with? That’s almost as bad as Dog-Canine. Why wasn’t She-Ra named She-Lady or She-Woman? I think I’m really on to something here. or not.

I just had a few photos I thought I’d share. They have brought me joy and I thought they could deliver some to you as well. If they do not, you can always just have fun judging me.

– First up, top-left corner, the donuts made at Pier 39. Ah, heaven! I stayed on Earth however, as I didn’t start re-eating gluten until the next day.

– Next photo, 2 packages of boneless pork ribs cooked in a crockpot full of bbq sauce and apple juice. Easy-breezy cholesterol gonna make me wheezy.

– Third is Dallas working on his favorite new snack, Ants on “THE” Log. We were out of raisins, so his version is made with chocolate chips. I’ve always dreamed that Dallas would grow up to be a celebrity chef. Not a real, working chef who has to work on Christmas Eve and wakes up at noon. Just a celebrity chef. I think it’s in the works.

– Bottom left photo is a crowning moment in my journey through motherhood. Those aren’t carrots. That’s my two-year old passed out mid-Winnie the Pooh DVD, stained orange with Cheetos. Total artificial flavored awesomeness.

– The duck photo was taken at a local shopping plaza with man-hunting birds. They know when they see a toddler holding a white box, it means they are about to chow on some $1.98 duck seeds sold at the grocery store nearby. I’d say this was easily 1/3 of the ducks which would have eaten me and Max alive, had they been zombies.

– Lastly, Bob’s Gluten Free Bread Mix, once it found its way out of my garage sale bread maker. Holy heaven on a stick. It did not taste gluten free, but I know it was. Otherwise I’d be full of heartburn. It made up the second half of our meat/bread dinner. I kinda need to go veggie shopping.

Gotta hit the hay, it’s another big day of Kindergarten carpool and cleaning marker off the wall. G’night!

WAIT! I forgot the whole reason why I titled this post, She-Ra. I made some hard boiled eggs tonight and they turned out purrrrr-fect. No grey around the yolk, peeled like a dream. I felt like I could have conquered the world at that moment.


Wait, Wait!

Don’t think I won’t ever be talking about food, I still totally love food! I woke up and realized I may have sent the wrong message last night. Because we na-huh-heed to talk about Hungry Girl’s pumpkin pie as well as Autumn Casserole.
Happy Fall Ya’ll! (Do you say that Auntie Debi?)

I’m 35.

No, it’s not my birthday. It’s just really sinking in that I am 35. My eyes aren’t super sharp and I finally can find some crow’s feet if I study my smiling face in the mirror. I am not quite twice my 18 year old self and definitely not going to accept that I am half way to 70.

A fellow mom and I were chatting this morning about Kindergarten drop off. She feels like she’s the oldest mom there and I told her that I didn’t share that feeling. Where I live, many homes function by having both parents work full-time while one set of grandparents live in their homes and take care of the little ones. Thanks to all the grand-folk at drop-off, I feel pretty young. I may not be in a mini-skirt, but I don’t shuffle when I walk. The rest of the moms are around the same age as me, unless I’m just in serious denial.

I am finally however, coming to the realization that need to spend more than $6.99 at CVS for a skin-care routine.

By the way,  you noticed my blog has become less and less about food?

You can blame it on 35. Our good friend Sharron once told Jy and me that every seventh year is considered a transitional year. I’ve mentioned that before, I know. Things are really changing however and Jy always remembers to remind me of our transitional year! I won’t bore you with all the details, but my life is slowly shifting.

So yeah, I’m gonna be talking less about food. Probably not less about coffee though.

Explanation? Click.

What will be on my mind that I’ll probably be sharing?


I might be talking about a particular HBO series I may or may not be in love with. It may or may not rhyme with Game of Phones.

I might be talking about papercrafting projects and all things Close to My Heart.

I might be talking about my friend Pete and his fun app that’s about to come out.

I might be talking politics. Just kidding, I’ll be talking about the Today show.

I won’t be talking about Calliou. I totally hate Calliou.

I’ll be talking more about family. I want to learn how to somehow merge my old family blog with this one. Anyone know?

Here’s what is really goin’ on…

Have you ever thought about something you’ve wanted to do, only to be constantly greeted by opportunities, inspiration and plenty of not so coincidental reminders?

I have something in the works that I can’t seem to shake. I’ve been reminded of it over and over each time I walk by myself, take a shower or really do anything where there aren’t small voices at my leg asking for apple juice.

I’ve been bombarded lately with lots of funny little run-ins that remind me where my heart belongs and what I should be doing.

Ready for it?

I’m training to become a tattoo artist.

Just kidding.

I’m writing a book. It is already started, it consumes my thoughts and I don’t want to talk about it. I want to bury my head in the sand (unless there are those nasty sand-flies) and just pretend it’s not happening.

But, it is.

It’s about faith and it’s funny. Ugh. Faith. Dont. Want. To. Write. It.

Then again, I can’t not write it.

That’s all I want to say about it for now. No more talking.

Tell ‘Em Large Marge Sent Ya!

I can remember three different quotes from Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure and Large Marge makes the cut! I made a breakfast fit for a big mama this morning, which is why I have Marge on the mind. Accepting my gluten-free fate has caused me to take a second look at breakfast. Especially now that I have run out of gluten-free oats and haven’t made it back to Trader Joe’s to buy a reasonably priced bag.

I had scant one cup (does that sound right?) quinoa sitting in the fridge and took it upon myself to do a bit of experimenting. I mixed together the quinoa, 3 egg whites, a smashed banana and a teaspoon of vanilla before “frying” it all up in a non-stick skillet. (Don’t add butter, oil or spray). It takes about 3 minutes for this pancake to bind together and form a skin suitable for flipping. I was THIS close to mastering the flip, alas my quinoa-cake did not survive. It was beautiful, you’ll have to believe me.

With a little syrup and berries on top, this quinoa pancake is totally going to become part of a new routine. I didn’t think it would be possible, but I found a breakfast that keeps me seriously full all morning long.


I bought a pumpkin spice latte at Starbucks yesterday. And again today. And I freaking loved them. I promise myself I will get some canned pumpkin soon and make my own pumpkin syrup.

So, guess what? After I confessed the above to my husband (we are on a tight budget right now), he confessed the same. Except, he opted for the salted caramel mocha. We are so coffee-weak.

My sweet husband and I celebrated our seven-year anniversary on Tuesday. We work well together, except when it comes to reality television. Jy prefers any show with judges. I like any show that isn’t about keeping up with the Joneses. Honey Boo-Boo, anyone?

I ran into my pal Jen at yesterday’s Starbucks visit and we had a good chuckle about our hometown. There is a serious case of “keeping up” around this area, but no one really knows who the Jones’s are. The golden treadmill will just never end and I’m trying my best not to hop on. Hence, Honey Boo-Boo.

The Other White Meat

I’m so proud of my dinner tonight. It took no effort, was cheap and tasted awesome. Those are the three best ingredients, aren’t they?

Here’s all you do:

Cover a bunch (technical term) of boneless pork ribs, (country-style) in taco seasoning. Grab a packet or skip the additives and make your own. Place ribs in a large crockpot and pour 1 cup apple juice over the meat. Cook on low for 7-9 hours. Set it and forget it! Wait, is that line copyrighted?

The pork was awe-to the-some, friends. I ate mine over green leaf lettuce with sliced apples, avocados and some balsamic. Hot dang! The boys took theirs burrito style and everyone was pleased!

Fall is in the air and I am itchin’ to make some Autumn Sausage Casserole. Off to bathe the dirty ones…




Wedding Joy and Some MVPs

We were guests at the beautiful wedding of Jy’s cousin and his bride this weekend. I blame the rise of the scale on that cocktail you see in the photo above.

It totally couldn’t be because I ate this whole plate of food (plus a serious brunch feast at a party in the morning and lunch at my sister in-law’s baby shower in the afternoon), right?

Our self portrait. I had to sneak my mom’s bracelet into the photo. Not that sneaky, was it?

Jy and his four brothers. From the top left: Jy, Holt, Sonny. Bottom Left: Lonnie, Faith and Don. Faith is Don’s wife and I jokingly told her that being in the photo made her the girl their mom had tried repeatedly for. When people ask if I plan to try for a girl, I laugh and think what life would be like with five boys! One of my favorite brother stories Jy has told me is about the time he was forced to stop wrestling in the pillow-padded room that he was playing in. Lonnie had ran into the wall and couldn’t see for a minute. Yeah, that’s life with boys for ya!

After a crazy Saturday, I woke up early to take Dallas out to breakfast with his buddies he met as a baby. They are all within 4 months of each other and have been playing together for over four years. I have a photo of Dallas and I from our breakfast morning, but I don’t think I’ll be publishing a nice bloated photo of me on the internet, gracias.

Wanting to reel it in, I made one of my favorite dishes, eva. Jamie Oliver’s Asian Chicken Noodle Broth. The post I wrote about this recipe is my second most popular. At least two people a day find my blog because of it. I hate the original photo, so this was an opportunity to redo!

My number one most popular recipe, thanks to Pinterest is Hawaiian Dip. Somehow, this dip got legs. It’s not the best thing I’ve ever made. Sure, it’s fun, but I would suggest a few other things first. You can’t look a gift horse in the mouth though, and bringing 200 new viewers a DAY to my blog earns Hawaiian Dip an MVP (most valuable post) award.

This dip could NOT be easier to make!

  • 8 oz. cream cheese softened
  • 2 1/2 cups sweetened coconut (I prefer flaked over shredded)
  • 20 oz. can pineapple (chunks or crushed)
  • nuts or cherries to top dip with

Blend all ingredients together in food processor to crush up pineapple and coconut pieces. Refrigerate at least 30 minutes before serving. I think it tastes great with Trader Joe’s Pita Crackers, but I am sure there are plenty of dipping options you can find!


I’ve had readers tell me they have tried fresh pineapple, all the juice in the can, no juice in the can and it all works! My favorite dipping suggestion thus far has been graham cracker sticks!

Most popular post #3: Midnight In Paris post

One of my FAVORITES:

The pre-gluten free days of yore. Sigh.

Number five always throws me for a loop. Can you believe that 2 people a day, EVERY DAY, google the term, “confused Asian” and wind up at my page about Pho. It’s all for a photo of Jackie Chan.  

Next up, Moneyball and Garlic Fries.

Going down the list:

One that you MUST try:

It’s ok if it’s ugly, it’s healthy and tastes good.

That’s enough for one day and it’s time to run to the store. It’s 5:20 pm and there is no dinner in sight. Nice, eh?