Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Soaking in the Summer

Today is day three of cooking from my new cookbook. Last night we had beef dip with the missionaries. The night before we made peanut butter, white chocolate chip chocolate cookies...to give to the missionaries, home teachers and visiting teaching ladies. The previous 2 came over Tuesday night to help us move our piano into the POD. I thought cookies were a good payment. The Home Teachers brought their entire family, so it made for 'fairly' light work. I was behind the camera.


Tonight's feast: RIBS! Did I mention our family LOVES ribs?

Slow cooker + BBQ and they were set. I put the crockpot outside all day so as to not steam up our house. I even BBQ'd the potatoes. Summer cooking is the best. It's primitive. Cavemanish. And so awesome tasting.


The verdict....a HUGE hit. The recipe claims that you will compare all other ribs that you eat to these...and they were right. Tyler even said they were better than Tony Roma's...who is famous for ribs. Lucy is the best reviewer of ribs because she loves them so. Yes, she wears pink and yes, she insists on her nails being painted, and yes she is a DIVA princess, but she is also a CARNIVORE. She was going on and on, and I said, "Thanks Lucy." She replied by saying, "No mom, we should be thanking you!" "I love being a carnivore and eating Pig!" Crazy meat eyes:

So we have determined that when we get to the new house and we're somewhat settled enough to cook a real meal, we will have RIBS to celebrate our move.

We had ice-cream cones and worked outside, packing more stuff into our POD. The kids played on the roof. Yes, we acknowledge the trailor-trashiness of playing on the roof, and no we don't care.


Getting up was easy (for the kid's). Tyler hoisted and scraped up his leg in the process, but they were fine. (Tyler reassures me that it hurts worse than it looks). Jumping down is another story. Daredevil Max was all for it and leapt into Dad's arms with only a moment's hesitation. 3-2-1 JUMP! With Lucy, it was more of a 99-98-97.......scoot to the edge, get your shorts caught on the eavestroph and then be plucked off the side of the house by dad.

Bubble-bath to end the night.

Ah, summer!

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