No, I’m not talking about the best TV show to hit family channel.
I’m just talking about an overview, a little weekend update.
Though that show admittedly had my twelve year old self wrapped around its little finger. I was livin’ for the weekend. HEY!
(I hope you’ve seen “The Weekenders”, otherwise I’m sorry for startling you with that abrupt “hey!”)
My weekend was looking dreadful.
I think everyone can agree that, upon sight of this, an outlook that was once positive, would now be buried. 5cm down.. for the sake of accuracy.
Even though it looked like christmas.
Even though I my raspy sickness had me sounding like Steven Tyler.
I refused to accept my circumstances.
I would drink cold smoothies, and life would continue as it should.
From Friday night to Saturday afternoon was dedicated to the XX chromosomes. Tofu stirfry, stove top popcorn, vegan pancakes, enviro-fairs, trail runs and long awaited girl talk. Oh it had been a while, fellow XXs.
They’re pretty cute, my friends are. Don’t get any ideas.
My free time was quickly drawn back to the small being with the huge influence over our household’s daily affairs.
The being needed a snack. Right Now.
As if there is EVER a request that doesn’t need to be carried out RIGHT NOW.
Oh I was going to deliver. Sister points continue to be tallied. I’m good at this. You see, things that lone young twenty-somethings like to eat when they’re feeling hormonal… 4.75 year old’s like to eat them too. Funny how these things work. Maybe it’s some sort of primitive inclination that just says “Carbs. In Mouth. In 5 Minutes or LESS.”
It’s a good thing we get along, M and I. Otherwise he may have missed out on this beauty.
Yes it seems like a breakfast bake. M himself said “It looks like a breakfast bake. I asked for a snack. NOT Breakfast.”
It’s not a breakfast bake M, it’s a cupcake.
It is not breakfast. It’s not that good for you. By all means though, don’t let that stop you from eating it at any time of the day.
M’s words, “It’s actually good.” I never get words.
That was huge. Probably huger than the breakfast bake.. for him. Though he probably had an aneurism waiting for his food to be photographed before he could eat it. I’m just surprised he doesn’t question my motives. Maybe 4.75 years is long enough to notice that someone’s a little off, and that it’s best not to ask questions.
M had his with blueberries, if you’re feeling low, please substitute chocolate chips.
I ate the leftover blueberries.
Can you tell?
(Adapted from Chocolate Covered Katie :))
3 tbs spelt flour (or any other kind, I already told you I’m a hippie)
1/4tsp baking powder
1 tbs melted organic butter (or oil, or applesauce if you’re even more of a hippie)
2 tsp agave (or other sweetener, can totally increase to 1tbs, I won’t judge)
1tbs + 1sp milk/milk substitute (I used organic 1%)
splash of vanilla
toppings: blueberries, nuts, chocolate, don’t let me stop you
Directions: Really? Fine. Mix all ingredients together in a ramekin or small microwaveable dish. Ramekins make me smile. Microwave for 1 minute. Eat.
In two minutes you could be eating this. why aren’t you? Well maybe I’ll let you off if you’re doing something cool like mountain biking. After attending to the smaller being, the G-Rad (step dad) and I took to the trails.
My bum had to get back on the seat some time, might as well be on a sunny day.
On a trail called Blues Brother
Sometimes in order to really take in the scenery, you have to stick your tongue out awkwardly.
And then eat tacos. That’s important.
And please, whatever you do, don’t let them get away. Shove them in your face or else they will escape.
My weekend exceeded my expectations.
It is no longer christmas outside.
I do, however, still sound eerily like Steven Tyler. Pray for my health. If you need me, I’ll be curled up in a corner surrounded by used kleenex and green monster cups.