Two buttermilk pancakes, smothered in blueberries, butter, syrup, and whipped cream.
This was the breakfast consumed (inhaled) by each of the boys this morning at IHOP. They were practically finished before I could salt and pepper my eggs.
And when their plates were cleaned of every last bit of syrup, they begged for more sausage. (The answer was no. They did, however, help little sister finish off her silver dollar pancakes.)
After such a hearty breakfast, they were prepared for the hard work of helping their Dad pull down boxes full of Christmas decorations from the attic.
My hometown, Sand Springs, OK, has an inspring history.
In 1915 the New York Times ran an article on Charles Page, our town's founder. I encourage you to read the endearing full story by clicking here. Here's the headline:
In addition to building a community for widows, Charles Page built an orphanage that he called the Sand Springs Home. According to stories told by the "Home kids", it was a great place to grow up, with "Daddy Page" ensuring the childrens' needs and wants were taken care of.
Charles Page passed away in 1926, long before my Grandfather and Great-Aunt went to live at The Home.
I'm thankful that my beloved hometown is a place with a story. I'm thankful that my family history ties me to this piece of the earth in a special way. I'm proud that Sand Springs has it's very roots in caring for "the least of these." That scripture, from Matthew 25:40, is inscribed on the base of the statue of Charles Page that sits in the triangle in the center of town. I'm thankful that I saw it with fresh eyes this Thanksgiving.
If you've ever asked me how I like living in Lubbock, somewhere in my response I've probably mentioned the great people I've met here. Specifically, this 115 square miles of flat West Texas plains seems to have more than it's fair share of incredible women.
Some of these women are sharing their voices on PRIZE, the new blog for Trinity Church Women's Ministry. I'm excited to be among the contributing authors.
I have a new post up at PRIZE today (click here!), and last Friday 'fessed up to my third grade fashion faux pas. (And don't miss my friend Tina's encouraging PRIZE post from last week!)
Go check it out, and see how I manage to make an infamous Sally Field quote (this video must haunt her) into the title of my blog post.
The boys help me pack their school lunches in the mornings.
When it's Dylan's turn to pack the plastic forks, he inevitably tries to put this one in Ryan's lunch sack:
What a cute little stinker he is. Usually his giggles give him away, and I rescue Ryan from the horror of using a pink fork at a table full of second grade boys.
Also, pun intended with the blog post title. Get it? Get it? It's a fork? "Takin' a Jab"? Yeah...maybe it's not that funny.
I'm pretty busy.
Not quite as busy as several other Mom's I know. But in addition to the times my life really is crazy, I occasionally waste entire days due to poor time management skills. So in the reality of my own mind I'm technically just as busy as they are!
In addition to being (somewhat) busy, I don't particularly enjoy being in the kitchen, so there are a few kitchen shortcuts I heartily embrace:
Frozen chopped onions. Throw these in taco meat...soups...chili...sauces, etc. For less than a dollar a bag it saves me the time (and tears) of chopping up onions. And they're diced up nice and uniformly and small. Love it.
A lot of the time, I do mince my own garlic (in a mini-food processor, not by hand; let's not get carried away), but I'm certainly not above using the jarred stuff when in a time crunch:
I'm also a fan of pre-made pizza crusts, crescent rolls, pancake mix, and biscuits. If Pillsbury makes it, I've probably bought it. (I know! I know! It seems most mommy bloggers grow their own fruits and vegetables, milk the goat in the back yard, and create gourmet meals out of home grown tofu.....I feel so counter-cultural! I love you DoughBoy!)
Maybe someday flour will be a staple in my kitchen. But not currently. I heard someone talking the other day about grinding their own flour. I decided then and there that a nice goal for me might be to make some recipes that actually required flour.
There are a few shortcuts I don't use: I don't make box dinners, only because I made my husband eat that kind of stuff way too often early in our marriage. If he never, ever has to eat another serving of Hamburger Helper, he will still have eaten more than is reasonable for anyone's lifetime.
He really shouldn't have to eat another soft taco or serving of spaghetti either. But I'm not emotionally ready to purge those trusty stand-bys from our menu just yet.
And finally, on those nights when it's just me and the kids:
So there you go. The confession of a mom who embraces pre-made biscuits and frozen chopped onions. I know there are more of you. Be loud. Be proud. Let your voice be heard.