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Friday, September 12, 2014

Use Your Words: September 2014

Hello, friends!
Today’s post is a writing challenge created by Karen @ Baking in A TornadoThis is how it works: 11 participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, but there's a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who received their words or in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.

At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featured in this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they were given and how they used them. 

My words are: Lemony pancakes ~ phone marketer ~ zoo ~ car insurance ~ yell ~ laundry
They were submitted by the wonderful Tamara@ Confessions of a part-time working mom  

The "Before-Dinner-Snack"

Weekday afternoons are often like a zoo around here. At three o'clock, the kids start coming home from school. Before the front door closes, they're yelling about one thing or another. Usually, it's announcing that a friend (or three) has tagged along, or asking loudly if the laundry they had balled up under their bed has been washed. 

I'm commonly multitasking by asking about homework or reminding the kids to pick up their shoes/jackets/backpacks while ALSO telling telephone marketers that I am NOT interested in lowering my car insurance rates/ buying a new roof/ completing a survey, etc.

It gets to be a bad rhythm around here; from three to five o'clock every day. There's always a bit of chaos, exhaustion, bickering, and non-connection. Definitely, our proudest moments are NOT happening at that time of day.

Some days, we just have to slow down. The shoes can be put away later. I don't need to yell about where the laundry chute is located five times a week. We all need to remember to breathe...and eat.

Ten years from now, my kids won't remember what the homework was. I won't remember who I was mad at for not putting their clothes away. What we will recall are the moments we did something completely unexpected. 

Like the time I made lemony pancakes at 3:30 in the afternoon. With whipped cream and thick syrup. No rhyme nor reason; just because. I had no idea what we would be having having for dinner that night. All that mattered was that we were going to sit down, eat something rich, and talk about our day. We didn't make a four-course meal OR healthy choices that day, but we did make some sweet memories. :)

The "Let's Just Eat!" guide to Lemony Pancakes 
Ingredients: Lemon boxed cake mix, 3 eggs, 1 1/2 cup water, 1/3 cup oil
Optional: Syrup, yogurt, fresh fruit, whipped cream

Make cake mix according to the directions on the box.

Scoop mix onto a hot griddle@ 325 degrees. The smaller the pancake, the better. Mine were too big.

When the pancakes start to bubble, slow-roll them over (like crepes) Cook thoroughly.

Stack on plates. If you're making more than needed, sprinkle with powdered sugar for easy separation later. The pancakes taste like cupcake tops. They can be served warm or cold.

Let the kids serve themselves up and enjoy.


 AFTER savoring your time together, remind the youngest to hang up his coat. Hey, we don't live in a zoo!

Make your memories on your own terms, friends :)
-Michele

Thanks for the words, Tamara!!
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18 comments:

  1. Aaaawww, love your post and what you did with my word!.
    As you may imagine I chose to submit those because I come from a similar place...
    So the next time I feel like I live in the zoo I will try and remember... to breathe and eat. Or to knock on your door, haha!
    My pancakes never turn out the way I want them to, but I recently took up making cinnamon rolls :-)

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    1. Haha! Tamara, you're welcome anytime. I'm always up for an excuse to bake :)
      Mmm Cinnamon Rolls. I really need to work on those :)

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  2. Love this!
    And, seriously LOVE the idea of cake AND pancakes in the same food! Holy WOW!
    I can so relate with the "zoo hours". Same thing happens here. Good to know others suffer the same way I do. Ha!

    Sincerely, Your favorite FF zoo keeper

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    1. Hey, get all the sugar in at once, I say! Zoo hours. 3-5. When Mark would come home from work I'd hit him in the arm and say, "tag, you're it"! It never worked. Hahaha

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  3. OH MY GOSH! I know some kids that would loooove those pancakes!!!
    It's more like a 24 hour zoo around here. LOL

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    1. I get the 24 hour zoo thing, Stacy. There's just something about the chaos before dinner that makes the day feel long...
      The pancakes are ridiculously delicious.

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  4. Delicious pancakes! Enjoy those sit down moments. With mine grown and gone, I miss those sit down meals and crazy days of homework, laundry and smelly shoes.

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    1. As the kids get older, I find myself seeing all of it in slow motion. The sit-down moments are times I now cherish. When the kids were too small, I never felt like I could make the time to just stop. I'm glad that changed. Not the smelly shoes, I wish those would just get put away. :)

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  5. We are SO on the same wavelength. When I was growing up, every now and then my mom, sister and I would go to a local restaurant and get a huge banana split with 3 spoons for dinner. I loved the memory so much that every now and then when my boys were growing up I'd take them out for an ice cream for lunch. I bet they don't remember a single lunch I lovingly fixed for them but they sure do remember the ice cream lunches.
    Leave it to you to turn cake into pancakes. Can't wait to try this!

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    1. I was always such a stickler for rules and procedures. It is the moments that I did something spontaneous like this that the kids remember. I'm trying to give the children (and man) more of those moments to hold on to :) Now, I want a banana split. With circus peanuts. You cookin' ?
      <3 BTW, the cake mix makes AWESOME waffles.

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  6. A blog post about before-dinner-snacks and I got to sample the finished product! Any chance this might be an ongoing series? I could get used to that. Those lemony pancakes were very tasty and from the pictures, I can tell I wasn't the only one that enjoyed them. Glad you were able to savor some time together with the younger two during that special "3 to 5" time. Can't wait until the next before-dinner-snack post! Keep up the great work!

    Love,
    M

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    1. If I make too many "snacks", I won't be able to fit into my pants anymore. Glad you liked the pancakes; I am looking forward to making them in chocolate; I'm just not sure that will be a "sharing" moment. 3-5 man. What doesn't kill you...

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  7. Great use of words and I must try those pancakes. Now you are going to do them in chocolate -- wild horses won't keep me away!

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    1. Carol, Chocolate with pie cherries on top. Can you imagine??? Now I want breakfast :)

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  8. Nice, Michele! You put the cake in pancake. :)

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    1. Robin, you are too funny. I put the cake in a lot of things!

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