Can we all agree that Mondays are the worst? And while I have you agreeing with me on stuff…anyone else agree that this summer is entirely too hot and that it’s time for fall? No? Am I the only one? Ok, well moving right along, how about some Cherry Crisp?
This recipe is the best of summer but also makes you long for cooler days and cozy sweaters with it’s cinnamon and nutmeg crumble crust. If you follow me on Snapchat you probably saw me make this Cherry Crisp Sunday afternoon while Jason took the twins to the park and I had a wee bit of rare (baking) alone time.
It doesn’t get much easier than seven ingredients popped in a buttered baking dish and baked for 30 minutes. Thank goodness because this heat plus my Mommy brain makes it down right impossible to focus on much more than that these days.
Did you see the part (on Snap) where I forgot the name of my pastry cutter and referred to it as my ninja blade? Hiya! Mommy needs a nap…and more crisp with lots of vanilla bean ice cream slowly melting on top.
Next weekend I might make it again with blueberries…because it’s seriously that easy, and because I want my house to smell like butter and cinnamon every weekend. Now if only I could make this Monday turn back into Sunday we would be golden. Crisp anyone?
- 1 cup rolled oats
- 3/4 cups firmly packed dark brown sugar
- 1/2 cup Unbleached All-Purpose Flour
- 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
- 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
- 6 tablespoons butter or margarine
- 4 cups pitted cherries
- Butter an 8 x 8-inch pan (or any 2 quart dish) and pour fruit into it.
- Mix together oats, sugar, flour, cinnamon and nutmeg; cut in butter till mixture is crumbly. Pour topping onto fruit.
- Bake at 375°F for 30 minutes, or until fruit bubbles and topping is brown.
- Best served warm, with vanilla ice cream or whipped cream!
- Make it up any time during the day, put in the refrigerator, then bake just before serving.
Cocktails on a Thursday, Leah? What has this blog come to?! I know, it’s not quite Friday but boy oh boy does a Classic Paloma sound good and refreshing right about now.
Sweet and sparkly grapefruit soda mixed with silver tequila and garnished with a slice of grapefruit. It’s sparkle and pow in a glass. Sparkle! Pow! Bam! I sound like one of those old Batman cartoons. Kapow! Anywhoo…back to cocktail hour.
But this cocktail is so tasty and EASY to make that it would be a shame not to share it here with all of you…just on the off chance we aren’t friends on Instagram. Hey, we aren’t friends on Instagram? What’s up with that? So, if you are planning a weekend cocktail hour, give these Palomas a try. They really will knock your socks off…or in this case your super hero tights. Zoink!
- 1 part silver tequila
- 2 parts grapefruit soda
- salt for the rim
- wedge of grapefruit for garnish
- Rim a tall cocktail glass with salt and fill with ice.
- Combine tequila and soda in prepared glass and stir to combine.
- Garnish with a wedge of grapefruit. Popsicle is optional!
“Excuse me!” a woman stops me in Trader Joes, wide eyed with excitement. At first I think it’s because my giant double stroller is blocking the way to the $.19 bananas, but she’s ogling at the babies with a look of pure amazement on her face. Here it come…the question. “TWINS?!” “Two boys or two girls?” “Oh, you have your hands full!” The most “duh” statement of the century but I’m humoring her with a smile and short polite answers because #1 my Mama raised me right and #2 I’m trying to get the heck out of there before the twins decide they have had enough of this lady and her questions. “And are you planning to have any more children?” Holy moly.
And so goes the conversation with complete strangers just about every time I make a public outing with my double attention attracting gaggle of babies. I swear, if you aren’t a “people person” do not have twins. I repeat…do not…back to my story.
Jason is adamant that we are done having babies. No more children, he says! I’m well, maybe a little wishy-washy and sad about the whole topic. And just for the record, my standard reply when asked by total strangers in Trader Joe’s is, No, we are done!
You see, Jason and I always planned on having two children so technically I’m the one who’s changing the plans. Four always felt like the perfect number for our family. Everyone has a buddy to sit next to on the airplane and we can still get away with having the occasional dinner out in LA without going broke. Then we had twins. Two for the price of one and boy did I pay the price for my double blessing. As I’m writing this it’s hard to believe that I do occasionally consider going through the hell of pregnancy again. Yes, for me it was hell. So, I get why Jason says so emphatically, NO. He came along for the wild ride of morning sickness, hospital stays, bed rest and pre-term labor. It’s only reasonable that we should count our (double) blessings and move on, right? If it were only that simple…
A small part of me is actually really sad, every day, that these will be my last babies. My first and my last. All of the cake and ice cream at once, ya know? No savoring it. This is my only chance to experience each and every stage of my babies’ precious lives and it’s flying by. So, I’m kind of sad about it and from time to time I forget just how hard pregnancy was and think, I could do this again…maybe. Does that sound crazy, insane, delusional?
But most likely I won’t. Most likely these will be my first and last babies. My best-of-both-worlds boy/girl twins. I’ll keep reminding myself of the morning sickness and how I still have trouble smelling hot dogs. (Don’t ask) My standard response will still be “No, we are all done!” and you can check back with me in a couple of years.