I pack my husband’s lunch every day.
Not only is it cheaper and healthier – it’s also faster for him.
That gives him time to call me every noon.
Ulterior motives. 🙂
When I’m really on top of things I get his lunch ready in the evening so I just need to pull it out and put it in his lunch pail in the dim light of early morning.
It’s when I’m not with it that things get interesting.
Like the time I grabbed a container from the freezer thinking it was left-over lasagna. It wasn’t.
My poor husband got a frozen hunk of left-over pinto beans.
But even when I have things prepared – my mental capacity isn’t always the best first thing in the morning.
I few weeks ago I had his lunch prepared – but I grabbed the wrong container. I sent him a frantic text at noon when I opened the fridge and saw his main dish was still inside.
I asked him what he had for lunch.
His response – the yogurt was good.
In recent days I’ve sent him an over ripe banana, stale pretzels, and the container of left-over smoked turkey meat instead of the smoked turkey sandwiches I had made for him.
But the one he really laughed about was the plastic container of dry, uncooked noodles that I grabbed from the cupboard in the haze of early morning thinking they were peanuts.
And he never complains. (Well – except for the pinto bean incident!)
He should get a medal, that man of mine.
Is anyone else addicted to the Montreal seasoning mixes?
It doesn’t matter if it’s the steak or the chicken mix – we use this stuff on a daily basis!
We add it to our burgers, layer it on our roasts and sprinkle it on our chops.
It’s even the secret ingredient in our scrambled eggs.
It’s such a staple in our diet that running out is akin to a catastrophe! But it has happened – more than once.
It was during one of those times that I discovered you could actually make your own blend!
I played around with several recipes until I came up with this one that we now use almost exclusively.
It may not be exactly like Montreal – but it’s close enough! We call it our “house seasoning” and make it in bulk!
It takes almost no time to mix up, uses spices I already had in the cupboard, and can be personalized.
If you like it spicier – just add cayenne. Or swap out smoked paprika if you like a warm smoky taste.
7 teaspoons salt
1 tablespoon pepper
2 teaspoons onion powder
2 teaspoons garlic powder
1 teaspoon ground thyme
1 teaspoon ground rosemary
1 teaspoon coriander
1 teaspoon paprika
Mix together in a bowl and store in a cool dry place.
(Or – if your like me – by your stove in an old spice bottle because you use it all the time!)
My house is full again.
He hasn’t been home since Christmas – 8 months ago.
That. is. too. long.
We have so much to catch up on – and we’re filling each day to the brim!
Time with extended family.
A hilarious family night to watch the movies the kids produced years ago.
Gallons of coffee.
Mounds of laundry.
And moments of just being. Cherishing the sound of his laughter and hearing his voice in the house.
The time is flying by.
Our week is almost gone.
Just a few more days to pack full of precious memories.
Sometimes I wish time could just stand still.
I love the Iowa State Fair.
Maybe because it has something for everyone!
Like a mechanical bull for Dagmar. She stayed on for longer than 8 seconds.
Now she wants to ride a real one.
And there was the free music.
Here’s Buddy enjoying a steel drum concert while we ate some lunch.
Notice his smile? Not only is he loving the drumming – but he also just found out his infamous yeast rolls earned a blue ribbon!
This momma sighed a huge sigh of relief!Then there’s our tradition of watching the local 5:00 news LIVE from the Fairview Stage!
We got there late and had to stand the entire time – but we saw everything – even the weather green screen and flub ups.
Didn’t catch any of the free food they were throwing out though…
And what’s the perfect way to end a day at the Iowa State Fair?
A ride on the Ferris wheel with your sweetie as the sun goes down and the lights go up.
Gotta love the Iowa State Fair!
My baby girl jumped out of an airplane.
Yes she did.
Dagmar walked in, paid big money, and watched a ten minute minute training video.
Before I knew it – she was geared up and ready to jump.
Yes, jump – right out of that tiny little airplane behind her.
Thirteen thousand feet in the sky.
Once in the plane she was harnessed to the professional jumper behind her as they climbed in altitude.
And then she jumped.
Out of a plane at thirteen thousand feet.
Harnessed to a man she had just met.
And she fell through the clouds screaming and laughing.
This is crazy.
Free falling through the clouds.
And loving every minute.
Thankfully the chute opened.
And there she was floating in the sky – held up by just a blue and grey piece of nylon attached to a guy she had just met.
This is crazy.
That is my daughter – who is already saving up to do it again.