The good and the bad

The good? The lemon chess pie I made.

4 eggs
2 c. sugar
1/2 c. fresh lemon juice
1/2 c. melted butter
1 tsp. cornmeal
1 tsp. flour
1/8 tsp. salt
1 9" unbaked pie shell

Beat eggs thoroughly. Gradually add sugar. Add remaining ingredients, beating well (and hope your hand mixer doesn't break half way through). Pour into pie shell. Bake at 350 degrees for 40 minutes or until brown. Do not overbake. Do not eat entire pie in one sitting.

The bad? My haircut. I cut it all off. And I hate it. It was long. Very long. So I cut it. And now it's very short and I hate it!

Mother's Day makes daddy very, very tired.

The June Cleaver Experiment

I’m probably really going to freak some people out with this one, but it’s something I’ve been leaning towards and am ready to fully embrace. I even bought Martha Stewarts home keeping book, and love it. A sign?

As I stood at my kitchen window, washing breakfast dishes, planning dinner and getting the ingredients together for a home made chocolate pie, I realized something. I like the traditional role I have assumed when we decided I would stay home with Duncan. I am a good stayer at homer. I am much better at this than I was an academic advisor and certainly than being a paralegal. So, if I am so good at this, and find it so fulfilling, I believe I should embrace it to the fullest. I even have on an apron, albeit an Alton Brown apron.

So, today was great (it is now 8:36 p.m. cst). I had a really good time with Duncan (can I tell you how often I said, “we don’t eat caterpillars!”), made that darn pie (which was a disaster, will post recipe later…perhaps someone can decipher what I did wrong), washed dishes, did laundry, cleaned the master bath (if you can call it that, it’s tiny), made the bed, even organized Iain’s sock drawer. None of that is too strange, but I did it with a different, better attitude. Hard to find the words, but I will.

Flame away.