Bone broth in summer? I say: why not?

Of all the things to cook on a hot day, I decided today I needed to make bone broth.

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I like a good quality stock. It is so versatile and goes beyond soups. When I run out I sorely miss it.

I ran out a few weeks ago.

The flavour, the healthful properties, everything is improved in homemade stocks and broths. Right? I can also control the amount of salt. Most store-bought broths are way too heavily salted for my taste.

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Current state: cake-less and reclined

At least I’m reclined outside in the sunshine. And, I’m directing, vocally across the hallway into the kitchen, my tween girl’s cheesecake baking efforts. 🍰

THIS is the reason to have children. 😀 Continue reading “Current state: cake-less and reclined”

Kids and virtual friendships

Here is proof that I put my week-long depression behind me with a recent selfie taken this morning. See? I’m upright, showered, dressed, awake.. 🙄

Does this look like a person who has not eaten any chocolate today?? 😂😂😂😛

Never mind. Let’s talk about something else… 😎 Continue reading “Kids and virtual friendships”

Pandemic cooking – stretching few ingredients into a family meal

Yesterday I taught my 12 year old how to make a full meal for a family of 4 with a frugal ingredients list. Continue reading “Pandemic cooking – stretching few ingredients into a family meal”

The Monkey Bread saga – part 2

The continuation of the Monkey Bread saga continues…click here for part 1 from yesterday.

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My tween girl and I were baking bread (me) and Monkey Bread (her).  While the doughs were rising, and the dishes piling up, and I had my back turned for a moment, she disappeared.

Because, kids. 🙃 Continue reading “The Monkey Bread saga – part 2”

Hungry pandemic teenagers

Disclaimer: this is an attempt at some silly humour. If you’re [still] a snowflake and can’t take my attempt of describing a slice of life in a locked-down, metropolitan 🇨🇦 family, best piss off before leaving a passive aggressive comment. Sorry not sorry.

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The apocalyptic stash of Pringles is now officially gone.

I bought three cans and a few bags of chips before this all happened, and the boys have been out twice for supplies since we sequestered ourselves in our home in IDK, 14, 15 days now.

The chips are gone. All of them. 😶

I find myself facing a dilemma. It appears I no longer have a choice here.

I’m going to lock my teenager in the shed. 😛 Continue reading “Hungry pandemic teenagers”