Change. It can be scary. And exciting. Maybe a little bit uncomfortable. But it usually ends up being a good thing. You grow. You learn. You discover. You experience something new and different.
Next year is going to be all these things for my family.
We are going to be spending the school year in
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These are slightly addictive. A two thumbs up kind of bar, according to my son, Max, which says a lot. He calls them the best granola bars. And yes, that makes me a happy mama.
It took a few tries because his skeptical mind wouldn’t allow him to like them on the first try. He started with one thumb slightly tilted downwards and my heart sank slightly. I have been working this this recipe for a couple weeks and it was really only his opinion that mattered. But I asked him to try it again and he gave it a thumbs 3/4 of the way up. And then he asked me for bar. And then another bar and then…he have them 2 thumbs up. It’s not that I want Max to eat granola bars all the time, but when he does I would prefer that he eats the one’s I make, where I can pronounce all the ingredients and know what exactly is in them.
He is my picky eater. Not just healthy food picky. He is equally picky about his treats. Or just about trying new things. We are working on having an open mind about things. To go into a situation thinking you might possible like it, otherwise nothing stands a chance. It’s a hard concept to grasp, even for adults.
But it is his lunch that I have to pack, his soccer practice snacks, his opinion that matters most. Of course, I sincerely hope you all enjoy them too. And I am happy that my husband, Eric, has taken such a liking to them. There is currently one granola bar left in the jar in the refrigerator. I wonder which of them will get to it first.
With this recipe, I may forever be done buying store bought granola bars. Read the rest of this entry
I just got back from a two hour hike with my friend, Dina. It was so nice to catch up and be outside. We are only starting to experience spring in Crested Butte.
This is what it looked like outside last week…
And this is what it looks like this week! Ahh, much better.
I prefer to exercise outside but it’s not always an option. From cold weather to my two little munchkins, I often workout on my treadmill. I will occasionally watch a Grey’s Anatomy episode or John Stewart while exercising but more often than not, I watch cooking shows. It’s true. Something about it doesn’t seem right but I do…From Giada De Laurenttis, to The Pioneer Women, to David Rocco’s Dulce Vita I get inspired to cook as I exercise. David Rocco’s show takes place in Florence so I get to reminisce about the amazing year I spent living in Florence- almost 17 years ago! That can’t be right? Gasp…
My kids will wander in from the playroom and look genuinely interested in what they are cooking on the TV. Or else they just love TV and will take whatever show they can get. I am going to stick with my first thought because I want them to love cooking. I am trying hard to instill in them a love of cooking. Max is always asking what my favorite this or that is. He knows my favorite food is pesto and that it is made using basil. He recently tried it (after some pleading and maybe a little bribing) and said he “sort of likes it but isn’t in the mood for it right now.” I’ll take it but I am not sure what happened because when he was one or two, he loved it. Did anyone else have a pretty good eater and then suddenly they stopped eating anything with a complex flavor?
Anway, the other day Giada was making a chicken salad stuffed in pasta shells. It looked delicious but I didn’t have all the ingredients and I wasn’t interested in making pasta. So I took portions of that recipe and turned in into this. Read the rest of this entry