Sweet thangs

Okay, I am going to try to change the format up a bit. This blog has two parts- the most important part, of course, is about my boys (I am a little biased) and the second part is just stuff I think is funny or amusing. I will put my "stuff" (random musings, recipes, a little of this, a dash of that) first and the updates about my boys second. I figure anyone caring about my boys will stick with me to the end of the entry. Hey, where'd you go?

MY STUFF:
Last week we had lunch with my dad at a local Mexican restaurant where I gave it another shot and bought the praline-like candy by the check-out counter. I thought, this, YES THIS, will be the candy I remember from Monterrey House when I was but a nina (imagine the wavy thing above that last /n/, please). Imagine my despair when it was just another mushy piece of Mexican caramel. After I posted this tragedy on Facebook, my friend Rachel posted a link to the recipe (http://www.willadrews.com/?p=66). I have to share it.

LECHE QUEMADA (aka: Monterey House candy; Burnt Milk Candy)

This is how I will feel after I cook the heck outta this Leche Quemada.

Ingredients :
3 c. sugar
1 c. brown sugar
1/2 c. butter (real butter)
1 (13 oz.) can Eagle Brand condensed milk
1 (13 oz.) can water

Preparation :
*Combine all in large heavy pan, such as cast iron (something that keeps fairly even temperature).
*Simmer on very low flame (Slowly bring up to 240F) for about 4 hours or until you can see the bottom of the pan when you stir slowly (halfway between soft and hard ball stage on candy thermometer). Note: we cooked it at 1st hr@ 140; 2nd hr @ 185; 3rd hr ramp to 210; 4th hr slowly step up to 238-240.
*Remove from heat.
*Let it cool until your candy thermometer hits 190 degrees (About 15mins).
*Beat until it’s stiff with a heavy spatula or spoon. It won’t take long.
*Pour in buttered pan (we used a 13×9 Pyrex) .
*Cut or score after allowing it to cool for 10min.
*Break into pieces on the score lines when cool.

*Warning: If during the boiling stage the candy thermometer goes to 242F or higher, the candy becomes VERY crystalized… thus the instructions to bring slowly up to 240F.

You did see the heating it for four stinkin' hours part, didn't you? How 'bout the candy thermometer? Did you see that? I tell you what, I will make a huge batch of this candy. If it is good, I will set up a roadside store where I will sell puppies, velvet Elvis blankets, bird houses and this candy...and I will also wash your windows. Amigos, I will hook you up!

Switching gears here, people.


ABOUT THE BOYS:
I am glad I named this blog the "breakroom" because...we all need a break. Can I get an Amen? All of my boys are taking a nap, so it was good time to duck in here and take a deep breath, youknowwhati'msayin'? As for the boys, well, Austin and Landon still love each other very much. They are always happy to see the other. I pray it always stays like that... For the most part, when Landon is given something, he always asks for one for Austin.
He sticks his itty-bitty hand out and says "bubBA??" He adores Austin. He will copy his every single move. It is hilarious! I need to try to record that... Landon also really wants to do things all by himself. He lets you know that he wants you to get lost by saying "MY" and proceeding to try a task on his own. He is his own little person, of course, even if he really, really, really, really looks up to Austin. Austin is maturing in his emotions. He is really starting to process more about how others feel. When we left Landon with Chris the other day, Landon was bawling and plastering his little face against our glass front door. I turned around to comment on how sad that was for the poor little guy and Austin's eyes were watering. He told me, "I not crying! Only you and Landon cry". It touched my heart, though, that Austin felt Landon's pain. I pray every night for lots of different things for my sons, but just under the prayer that they will be strong, wise, humble, loving, Christian men is that they will be there for each other their whole lives. When I get to the part about being a Christian, Austin pipes up with "I NOT CHRISTIAN!" He equates that word with a name of a person. Oh, Lawd, we've got some work to do.


Can I show my face again?

I made two awful mistakes. First, the Hamburglar I quoted as being a part of my loved memories of Burger King really belongs to McDonald's. So, McDonald's wins again. I loved the feeling of being locked up in a hamburger jail. I also loved smoking candy cigarettes. Coca-Cola was also more fun sipped like hot coffee in a mug or slammed back like a hard drink. Please know that this was in no way a reflection on my parents. I just liked living life on the edge in my elementary years and the picture below proves it. Not sure if Lisa liked doing these things as much as me, but she surrrrrrre liked living life on the edge, too! Doesn't she look like her mode of transportation to school was her Harley? I am pretty certain when the bus driver drove up to drive us to Tice (go Tigers!), she flashed the peace sign and was off.


















Second, "breakroom" is one word, not two. I had it as two for a few days. Please, somebody convince to get out of bed over this one.


True Wuv

I am not going to post everyday, but my main motivation for this site was to "remember" things that are happening in the lives of my precious boys. We went to the park today (wasn't it a beautiful day in the neighborhood??) and Austin wanted to help Landon get out of his car seat. As he was unbuckling him, he said to Landon, "I wuv you Wandon". He can say the /l/...it's just not automatic yet. That just melted my heart. A melted heart. That is so gross (well, the ice heart isn't so bad). Let me just say...I thought it was some of the sweetest words I have ever heard.

About this blog, I am on the fence about whether to keep with it or not. I was reading some other blogs and they are just so inspirational! I was talking about tartar sauce & Pepto-Bismol for goodness sake's! Sigh... I guess it is just hard for me to go through a day and not have just the nuttiest image or thought come to mind...and not want to share it with some unfortunate soul.

WARNING: RANDOM (maybe I should preface my nonsense with that so you could just skip over it if at will...): The nutty thought for the day (okay, for a very small fraction of the day. There were others that I will spare you): In a lot of today's hip-hop songs, there is a button, I am sure, that is pushed that makes this sound "heeeeey". Let me find a link right quick. Stay right there. Okay, I linked the song "Replay" below so you can hear the "hey" I am talking about that occurs at 18 seconds & 59 seconds (and over and over again after that). I was wondering if there is a big dude in the back of the studio who has the main job of interjecting a "heeey" at just the right moment. The other option...there is a "heeeey" button that Mr. DJ pushes at just the right moment. If it is a button, is it the same "heeey" on all the songs that are crazy about the "hey"? If so, does the guy who originally recorded the "heeey" get any money each time a new hip-hop song has him "heeeey"ing all over the place? Okay, now that I've typed all of that out, I don't care anymore.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5PH0aCjqSM

I think the sweetest thing about that song is how the singer is telling his girl that she is like a gun to his "holsta". It doesn't get any sweeter than that, does it?

Last thing, I am on my way to the hospital now. I am getting my knuckles stitched due to the horrific cracking I am experiencing due to the weather. The only solution is to spread Crisco over my hands and keep it there all the live-long day. I know Chris would have a problem with a Crisco-covered keyboard, a Crisco-covered refrigerator handle and Crisco all up in the cordless phone, so...I am at a loss.

I am not lying. I found one more bottle of tartar sauce in the pantry today. The count is now to 6. I am going to be slathering pancakes with tartar sauce, adding it to lasagna and stirring it into oatmeal if I don't get this under control.


Tears & Tartar Sauce


ABOUT MY BOYS:
I decided to let Austin (5) watch "Where the Wild Things Are" today. I am thinking that was a mistake. It was pretty heavy for him, the poor little dude. It is pretty sad at the end when Max is leaving his monster friends, as these are the only creatures in his life that pay him much attention. I looked over to Austin to comment on how sad that was for little Max when I saw the pronounced frown and watery eyes coming from him. Don't tell him I told you! That movie was sadder than I thought it would be...


ON TO THE TARTAR SAUCE...
Nothing will get you cleaning out your house quicker than a pack of hens coming over to visit. I am telling you. I am cleaning out the refrigerator and pantry today. It needs to be done. It looks like some elves had a party on all of the refrigerator shelves. They tore that place up. I bet all of those elves are in a rock band together. As I am cleaning it up, I am secretly wishing that most of the things were expired so I could make room for more bottles of tartar sauce. I must have an unhealthy fear of running out of tartar sauce. I must think that there is a fish fry around every corner. I have four, unexpired bottles of tartar sauce and most of them are opened. What a lazy bum! Instead of looking in the refrigerator to ensure that I don't have tartar sauce, I must be thinking, "I ain't got time for tartar-sauce huntin'! Pass me those fish sticks and that new bottle of tartar sauce RITE NAH-YOW!" Anyway, I am trying to clean the house up from the inside out, because you just never know who will peruse your pantry when you ain't lookin' and will go report it to someone that I've got a half-opened bag of old spaghetti on the shelf where baking supplies are supposed to go. My reputation would be finished.


Not sure about this...

I realized my last post was just too long. I'm not sure I am going to do this blog thing. I like the idea, but it seems I got carried away on Monday. So, since that last post was too long, I am going to make this one shorter.


Pepto-Bismol shake anyone?

Okay, my primary motivation for this blog is to share my precious little dudes with family and (paid) friends, so I will share things about them first. After that, please feel free to move on because I cannot promise you any of my "random" posts will be edifying for you in any way. You will think that you knew me as a coherent, nice enough mother of two and will realize you were wrong (we have a third one in the attic). You have been warned.

FAMILY:
Where to start? Well, there is no use going backward and letting you know how many times the nurses brought my youngest son in from the nursery into our room the day he was born, so I will just begin with now going forward. I think all I will share with you today are the names and ages of my little guys...and maybe a bit more. My oldest son is 5 and youngest son is 20 months. Today we went to Garden Ridge and bought Little Dude a matching basketball bean bag to Older Dude's gargantuan and bright orange basketball bean bag chair. This has provided them with endless entertainment today. Well, it wasn't endless because they are now sleeping. We ate at Burger King afterwards. I definitely think it should be changed to Burger Jester or some lower position on the royal totem pole. McDonald's should change their name to King McDonald's. I know both will send you to an early grave, but...McDonald's is definitely the way I'd choose to get there if I had but those two choices. I think one of the main reasons I was ticked off at that King is that they took away the outside playground that had the Hamburglar you could crawl into (back in the 80's) and replaced it with various pipes and slides that easily accept Older Dude but stick their tongue out at Little Dude. The poor thing had to find entertainment just sitting in the mouth of the slide. He tried to climb up the slide to spice things up a bit, but either two smelly socks came straight for his face or he slid back down after just progressing a few inches. This empathy for his situation is all mostly selfish on my part. Since he's not being entertained in the pretend suspended cockpit (that's missing the steering wheel, I'm sure), I have to constantly remind him that he can't sit in the mouth of the slide. Sigh... The streses of life, right?

REALLY RANDOM THOUGHT:
I said in my blog description (that small paragraph to the left) that it was a guarantee that you'd run across the word Pepto-Bismol in this blog. I decided to make sure of it. I absolutely LOVE the taste of Pepto-Bismol, don't you? Couldn't you just take a few tablespoons of it, mix it with some Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla & be in heaven? Ahhh... The thought of it. That is the one reason I don't mind getting a stomachache here and there. Imagine my complete disgust when I went the Chris-road (my husband) and bought the generic brand at Target. I was trying to save $.03 for the betterment of my family I cherish so deeply and bought the generic brand. The generic brand will not steer you wrong when it comes to plastic bags for sandwiches, but it will dump you into a steamin' pile of dog poo when it comes to Pepto-Bismol. They probably called it Pooptoo-Bismoo. No, that's Walgreens that tries to match the brand closely on their generic products. Waldryl. BOY, you ain't foolin' me! This isn't Benadryl! Keep movin'! Walaminic. Walenol. Waldvil. Actually, the only one I've heard of is "Waldryl". But, back to Pepto-Bismol...the generic one just doesn't taste the same. The first taste of this just sent me into a spiral of despair...but, I'm back and will survive. We still have that bottle of pink liquid because I will take one for the team and finish it off...eventually. My plan is to alternate between pizza, McDonald's, chicken fried steaks and La Madeleine's Tomato Basil soup (don't be fooled!) over the next few days so I can finish that bottle off and get to the good stuff. Do I need an intervention?


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