Dinner Made

I made the Perfect Pot Roast and PW's Mashed Potatoes. Chris sat down and took one bite then said, "the potatoes taste weird." Thank you, dear. We're going to On The Border tonight.

Bad Cook?

Remember that movie about that blog that the chick in New York wrote about working through the Julia Child cookbook? Why can't that be me? Well, beyond the fact that I can't cook worth a lick and I wouldn't dare try Mastering the Art of French Cooking...

Here's the things said about my cooking:

1. You should be on that show "Worst Cooks in America"

2. It costs less to go out to a restaurant than for you to cook something, throw it away, then go out to a restaurant.

3. When you say "Kids! It's dinner time!" the kids go out to the van and wait for you to drive.

4. How did the apple fall so far from the tree? (my mom is an excellent cook)

I figured I'd try my hand at working my way through a good old country cookbook. There is absolutely no way I can keep up the break-neck pace of a recipe per day for a year. Perhaps one or two a week. And, I'll consider this project a complete and total success if I have just one of my kids take just one bite of anything I make. Anything. Cake, potatoes, salad. Anything.

I picked up The Pioneer Woman Cooks today during a quick Wal-Mart run. I don't know why in the world I was even in the cookbook section. Something about honest-to-goodness homestyle cooking drew me to the book. I flipped through the pages and became hungry. I also began dreaming of living on a horse ranch--but that's a whole different story.

Tonight I'm trying Perfect Pot Roast. The recipe is simple. The picture is delightful. My husband may or may not be astonished.

Get your oxygen masks.....

I know. It's been 2 years. Fasten your seatbelts and get ready to go. I'm back to blogging.

Oursler Family Disney Vacation

Make a Smilebox slideshow

Nice try

Today we camped out at my parents' house while the tile guys tore up our hardwood floors. On a side note, I hate tearing up hardwood floors. Anyway, as we were getting ready to leave, Luke asked if he could borrow some toys from Poppy and Nana to take home.

Luke: Mommy, I'm going to take this dinosaur home.
Me: No, Luke. We have plenty of dinosaurs of our own. Leave that one here.
Luke: Nana said I could take it.
Me: No, Luke. I don't care what Nana said. I said "No".
Luke: Well, Nana is older than you so you have to obey her.
Me: Nice try. No.

We did not come home with the dinosaur.

Davy Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier

Today each 1st grader at Luke's school gave a speech on a Great American. Luke chose Davy Crockett. He did a great job--even though I was late getting there and missed him when he gave the speech the first time. He gave an encore performance just for me--which is probably why he is so quick to be done.

Mary the Destroyer

So Mary's new thing is to get into the kitchen cabinets. Copying the design layout of Jenny R...

What? Just looking for a little Tupperware for leftovers.

How about this pretty pink measuring cup? Anyone?

Well, while I'm in here...how about looking through ALL mom's recipes for some good eats?



Found one! It's a recipe for lemonade. (For real. That's the one she chose.)

And this nonsense happens about every other day. Some would say "put locks on your doors". Bah! This is free babysitting!