Just wondering what the thought process was behind the new McDonald’s frappé? Not that I don’t understand why they’d make an icy creamy coffee drink in the summer? That, I get. But, why in the world did they decided to call it the frappé? As in pronounce it ”frap-pay“, preferably with a roll of your tongue [...]
Posts Tagged ‘food’
While We’re on the Subject of High-Class Establishments…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged commercialism, food, language, McDonald's on July 13, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Hey, Guys…Would You Please Feed the Dog?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Bernie, Big Brother, chores, dog, food, Little Brother, siblings on May 22, 2010 | 2 Comments »
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Up At Oh-Dark-Hundred. Again.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged food, Little Brother, little manipulators, mealtime, seasons, sleep, Target on May 21, 2010 | 3 Comments »
I love this season. But, I also hate this season. Because, my children turn from gentle early-ish risers to ohmygodchilditsthecrackofdawnstopcallingmefromyourcribandgobacktosleepNOW risers. It’s brutal. Husband’s been a little extra busy at work lately and regularly leaves before sunrise. He dresses quietly by the light of our bathroom, kisses me goodbye and heads out. Then, I snuggle [...]
Where Do They Find These People?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged consumerism, food, Market Basket, shopping on May 20, 2010 | 1 Comment »
In the check-out line at my local Market Basket. My bagger today isn’t Jesus, but instead a woman. Let’s call her Sally. Sally (eyeing my purchase of Diego Swimmy Diapers): How old’s your little one? Me: He’s two. Sally (who looks no older than 25): Ah. Mine are 6, 10 and 12. Me: [...]
A Burger, A Beer and a Potty Mouth
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged drink, food, language, Marblehead, marriage on May 12, 2010 | 7 Comments »
Husband and I got a sitter on Saturday night and decided to go out for a pre-Mother’s Day dinner. So, after going through the regular exchange: Me: Where should we go? He: I don’t know. You pick. How about x? Nah. Too dark. How about y? Tables are too close together. How about z? [...]
Let There Be Light. And Recyclable Grocery Bags.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged food, photos, shopping on May 4, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Gathered my wits and ventured back to Market Basket today. I’ve previously shared my opinions on my local Market Basket, so those familiar will know that it’s kind of a big deal excursion. You really never quite know what you’ll run into at the ole’ MB. Let’s just say it’s…well…it’s diverse. And crazy. I’m talking “Cabbage [...]
Mealtime Magic
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged commercialism, food on April 26, 2010 | 6 Comments »
Dear Moms and Dads, Struggling with new and nutritious dinner items for your kids? Has your mealtime lost the “magic”? Kids lost interest in the same old – same old beef, chicken and pork products? Well, search no further. New! Innovative! And laced with green glitter! It even comes complete with a small [...]
Remind Me Not To Ask That You Remind Me.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Big Brother, conversations, drink, food, Little Brother, Vermont on March 22, 2010 | 4 Comments »
One of the little benefits of having children is that they can eventually start to do things that you don’t really want to do anymore. When I was growing up in Vermont, I proved to be a very handy lawnmower, wood stacker and dog food pourer. So now, my time has come. Big Brother is finally [...]
But, if Edward Cullen stopped by I’d be ready.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cooking, food, Market Basket, marriage, shopping on March 18, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Sometime in the beginning of January, I bought a little bit of garlic. A medium-sized plastic tin full of pre-peeled cloves. Very practical, I thought to myself as I loaded them into that week’s grocery cart. Well done. And, for just $1.44? A steal, no doubt. Yay, me. Ever the thrifty one, yup, [...]
“Mommy! Mommy, look!”
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged conversations, food, holidays, Little Brother on March 12, 2010 | 5 Comments »
“Mommy!” “Shhhh, J. No yelling.” “Mommy, look!” “Shhhh! What?!” “Over dare!” (Pointing and practically leaping from his highchair) “What? Where?” “Over dare! Over dare! Mommy, is that Santa!?”
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