It happened. I'd been wondering if I'd ever make the mistake, and now I have.
I keep my salt in a wide-mouth pint sized container for easier measuring spoon access. (Have I lost you non-bakers as this point?). I keep my sugar in a similar container, only gallon sized. Most people would never mistake a pint for a gallon. One is small, one is HUGE. But, if you're a MOM, and if you are thinking about the lovely day you are going to have taking the kids to a new library for a craft adventure, then perhaps you might find yourself sprinkling peanutbutter muffins with the perfect touch of salt crystals all over their unbaked tops. I sprinkled every single one. And I even thought, wow, this sugar is sprinkling so evenly! Then I looked at the container in my hand and thought, "I did it! I made the salt switcheroo mistake!"
I ended up scraping the gooey dough tops off of all the muffins and re-sprinkling with sugar. A little extra sugar to make up for it. I hope it turns out!
I wonder if now that I've crossed that switcheroo bridge, I'll be immune to it from now on?
I'll let you know if the kids eat them. I wish I had a camera to snap their first-bite faces.
Edit: The muffins were edible, depending on which bite you took. The flavor was reminiscent of peanut brittle salty sweetness. If you dunked it in hot chocolate, it mellowed the salty flavor enough to be delicious. The kids did not notice anything was amiss.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
First 20 Minutes of a Mom's Day.....
I am camera-less today. But I've recorded some audio. These are the questions I've encountered within the first 20 minutes of the company of my children. I can't believe it only took 20 min. There were probably more that I forgot to jot down. No wonder my head spins at the end of every day. It's a good thing these weren't asked lickety-split on top of each other, although that does happen:
Mom did you know bulldogs were almost extinct?
Will food make me bigger?
Can you make smoothie?
Where is the picture Kiki made for me?
Mom, does this bone look like blood?
How do you spell colorful?
Where are the other cookies, I thought you made new ones?
Are we going to the library park?
Mom, does this dog look like a toy?
What color do you think I should color this?
Can you get the milk for me?
Mom, is weewee a bad word?
Mom did you know bulldogs were almost extinct?
Will food make me bigger?
Can you make smoothie?
Where is the picture Kiki made for me?
Mom, does this bone look like blood?
How do you spell colorful?
Where are the other cookies, I thought you made new ones?
Are we going to the library park?
Mom, does this dog look like a toy?
What color do you think I should color this?
Can you get the milk for me?
Mom, is weewee a bad word?
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Something's Burning....

Remember these cookies?

This is what they look like after they've been left in the oven for 45 minutes. Someone put the cookie sheet back in the oven last night. Man, I looked everywhere for that missing cookie sheet! I turned the oven on this morning to preheat and then got distracted cleaning the basement. I kept smelling a strange burning smell but attributed it to the spilled blueberry pie filling I knew was already there. What a surprise to open the oven and find chocolate cookies! The smell was horrible. But Greyson thought it would be cool to try one....

That's as far as his bite got.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
How Do You Say......
Every once in a while, I find out something about my kids that endears them to my heart even more. This time it was Tristan. For all of his 7 years, he has been thinking that "drinks" starts with a "j". Jrinks, drinks. It doesn't sound that different. The only way we found out was by playing a what-is-this-word game.
His word started with a J. When we finally found out he meant "drinks" the kids were all in an uproar. "That starts with D!" "NO it doesn't!" It wasn't until I was called in to umpire that we found out he has been saying "jrinks" all these years.

Little jreamboat eyes.
His word started with a J. When we finally found out he meant "drinks" the kids were all in an uproar. "That starts with D!" "NO it doesn't!" It wasn't until I was called in to umpire that we found out he has been saying "jrinks" all these years.

Little jreamboat eyes.
Making Cookies With Sawyer
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