Tag: cooking


Whew. We made it to that beloved day of the week, finally.

I am linking up over here…


to showcase my week in instagram photos. Do use Instagram? It’s like mini-blogging at its finest! I’m kellisamson over there if you’d like to follow.

You know, because I’m so interesting.

party planning books

That long weekend after that most-awesome of holidays – Thanksgiving – was oh-so-good. I did a lot of whatever I wanted to do. I mean, my house was still pretty much spotless from hosting. I spent almost an entire afternoon planning my cousin Evie’s baby shower for next month. It was so nice to immerse and focus on one thing.

Made me miss the year I had a house keeper.

wine bottle chandelier at Swing

My local Womenade group met Monday night at my favorite wine bar, Swing. Womenade’s basically a group of ladies from my community who are like little fairy godmothers.

We pool our donated money into a bank account and dole it out to help others in need.

This time we each walked away with a few Target gift cards to use this holiday season to do good things. I used mine for our giving tree at school so some teenagers in need could get some things they want. Feels good!

teensy-weensy & the meatballs

Tuesday was a day of crazy cooking and baking. Teensy-Weensy {cutest chef ever!} and I made cole slaw, 100 meatballs, and cinnamon rolls {with the help of our young friend Emily!}.

Needless to say, it was a yummy day.

the pioneer woman's cinnamon rolls

I just love The Pioneer Woman’s recipe for cinnamon rolls. They are so much easier than the ones my mom makes, I must say! Sorry, Mom.

pastry case @ the bread peddler

Wednesday I got to sneak away to my favorite local bakery, The Bread Peddler, for a half hour of intense grading.

I may or may not be going back to do the same today! I have it on good authority that they have a peppermint cookie that’s out-of-this-world.

petunia pickle bottom diaper bag

Look what arrived in the mail last night! This is not for me, silly! No more babies in my future!

It’s the one my cousin Evie has been coveting for her spring arrival. Now she knows what she’s getting at her shower, just in case I hadn’t already perhaps told her.

It’s funny how much promise a beautiful diaper bag holds when you’re pregnant. Remember?

duncan in the red basket

Last night I squeeked out of here just before my girls’ bedtimes to go to the holiday party for my favorite, favorite, favorite store in downtown Olympia, Red Door.

My trusty pal Emily and I scoured the store while I ate small treats {like the habenero salted caramels I kept getting surprised with} and drank champagne. We quickly chatted, because I only had a limited time before I had to get home to relieve Mr. Fresh Scratch so he could get to his book club.

We picked things up. We set things back down. We ooh-ed. We ahh-ed.

I arrived home with this sweet new dog bed for Duncan McDougall. He was absolutely not interested. Teensy was sweetly coaxing him into it, but he would have none of it.

Then, after leaving the room for a little while, I returned to this. Success! I love his “Who, me? This thing?” look.

The rest of the evening he groaned and stretched and made content-Westie-noises.

Happy Weekend! I have a date tonight! Wow! What are your plans for the weekend?

monday meal madness!

It’s Monday morning. As if you need a reminder! Time to start thinking about what you’re going to feed your brood tonight, just in case you haven’t thought about it already.

Me? I’m just thinking about the dream my alarm so rudely woke me from this morning: I was eighteen again {only much more like my older, sophisticated current self}, and my older pal Brad Pitt had just agreed to be my date to the prom.

While you have a chuckle, please find a scrap of paper to jot down a few ideas for your grocery list this week.

Steak & Sesame Soba Noodles

Our tomatoes are finally ripening. Still not at a rate that will still my beating heart, though. I so desperately want them to vine-ripen, but our nights are getting colder.

We enjoyed a handful each alongside of our steak and sesame soba noodles last week, courtesy of Mr. Fresh Scratch and our old charcoal, Weber grill. I think we’ve decided to stick with that bad boy and forego our attempts at gas grilling. After ten years, we’re finally getting the hang of charcoal.

Mmm: and that’s a little Sriracha on my plate. Ohh, baby.

Chicken Puttanesca

This was a pleasant surprise: chicken puttanesca. I have heard that puttanesca is the Italian way of saying “lady of the night” {in polite terms}. That makes me smile when I make it.

This was from a recipe I had torn out years ago from a Sunset magazine. It came together really quickly, and I love how perfectly the mozzarella melted on top at the end.

Chicken Salad Sandwich

We seem to have had quite the meat-centric week of meals! And it only continued over my younger brother’s wedding weekend: pulled pork, steak, salmon…oh, my. It was a kind of paradise I don’t happen upon often. But I digress!

Like I’ve mentioned before, the Mr. has a new fondness for The Pioneer Woman’s second cookbook, The Pioneer Woman Cooks: Food from My Frontier. This chicken salad recipe came from there and had the most wonderful flavor. Instead of straight mayonnaise, it involved equal parts of the stuff with plain Greek yogurt. I am normally not a fan of chicken salad, but I loved this!

Chicken Stir-Fry with Lemon Butter Broccoli

After our long drive home from our big weekend yesterday {during which I slept over half way! awesome.}, I made this chicken stir-fry with baby broccoli and lemon butter. While I was cooking, Teensy-Weensy was in full-on, ranting melt-down mode. Two nights in a row of staying up way past bedtime will do that to a three-year-old. Did you know that?

She was falling apart over everything: having to share tape with her sister, not getting to help water the garden because she had been arguing over the tape, and, apparently, “I hate your food! I don’t like any of the dinners you. guys. make!” That’s what she half-yelled, half-grumbled while looking in my direction at one point.

It really made me laugh. I wanted to be sure to share that story with you, you know, just in case you’ve found yourself thinking, “Wow! Her kids eat all this?” Uh, no. They pick around it and practice how to nicely say they don’t like it, such as, “It’s not for me.”

I guess what I’m getting to is that the adults in our household loved this dinner, but I can’t say the same for the kids.

And so I suppose this is why we have dreams. So that, in these moments, we can go on a mental vacation to the time when Brad Pitt was taking us to the prom and dream of better times. {sigh}

Happy Monday!

– Mrs. Fresh Scratch