BYOG ~ Bring Your Own Grub Party

There's an impromptu party over at Wit Behind the Ears today and it has no rules so it's easy to join, which made it really appealing to me. You can even link up an old post, anything grub related, and don't have to link back to them. Seriously, no rules!

Anna and her co-writers at Wit, Gwen and Rachael, keep it real and keep me laughing. It's a great place to go to steal ideas get inspiration because you never know what you'll find there.

I don't do many food posts because I'm not much of a cook. I was even foiled by an "easy" to use toy oven! Click here if you want to know what's on that plate and why a screwdriver was part of the recipe.

Little Smokies wrapped in small pieces of crescent roll dough is our idea of a fancy appetizer and a New Year's Eve party tradition. Just cook them a minute or two longer than the dough package calls for. If you forget to set the timer and start smelling smoke don't worry. It just means the kids will be having PB&J again instead and you can put off going to the store for dog food one more day. Husbands usually prefer burned weenies and dough over PB&J so make sure you save some for your man.

Occasionally a miracle happens and the stars align. If I have time to plan, shop, and clear the lunch bags, empty soda bottles and science experiments from the kitchen counters, I can prepare a decent meal. This stew was so awesome I was going to blog about it. Then I looked at the photo and thought...looks like dog food.

My son is the real foodie of the house. He knows all the chefs names on all the food shows. He expresses his appreciation for my cooking in his own special way. He often says things like, "Mmm, this is good, did you cook it or just microwave it?" I just say yes, I cooked it, knowing he means well. Microwaving is cooking, technically. He's catching on though, he's starting to ask if I used real food and a recipe or just opened a box or a can! The other two family members aren't near as picky.  Every day my daughter begs for McDonald's. Every day Hubby prays we're not having McDonald's. You can't please everyone all the time!

Speaking of science experiments...

Onion soup anyone?

LOL! I looked up the date of the photo with my son cooking, where this same onion is in the background, and it was early December! This photo was taken today. I'm beginning to think of it more as a houseplant than dinner.

I hope you'll pay the girls at Wit a visit. You're bound to leave with some good ideas to steal try and maybe some blogging inspiration too. And I know you'll have a laugh or two. If you have time read the comments sections, there's even more fun there!



No Doubt About It

Awww Nuts!

We've analyzed things thoroughly and decided

I'm definitely stuck in a rut.

I guess I could blog about laundry.

But I think I'll just nap. 

Tag!

Have you ever played tag with a ladybug?

I know a very special ladybug who blogs about her fun loving dogs, sweet family and that big Texas sky. She always has her camera in hand and can put the most interesting spin on everyday objects. Her name is Deb, and her blog is A Ladybug from Texas. She tagged me for a little game of

5 Things I Never Leave Home Without.

1. Sunglasses, duh! It's California after all.

On bad hair days they're partnered with a baseball cap for that Hollywood starlet in disguise look.

2. Trifocals, not near as cool as the sunglasses but necessary.

3. My rosy pink cell phone.

4. A book by my favorite author or a home decor magazine for all the time I spend waiting for kids or at appointments.

5. A little plastic envelope that contains family photos, I.D.s and fingerprints of my kids.

You see, our family members look very different from each other. When my son was young he would often bolt when scared of, say, a cowboy clown wearing  an ostrich riding costume. You know, the kind where the person's legs look like the ostrich's and there are floppy fake people legs hanging over the stupid bird. Any clown or bird scared him. So combine the two and you've got one hysterical little boy fighting to run as fast and as far as possible while his new adoptive parents desperately try not to loose him at a crowded fair. A woman actually intervened, thinking we were trying to kidnap him! Ever since then I've carried my little "emergency kit".

So those are the five things I take with me everywhere. How about you? What makes you stop and head back home if you forget it?