Sunday, March 7, 2010

Splendid Sunday

This weekend was a nice one. Leah and Josh invited us over for Indian food (tiki masala, but they made tofu masala for us), and I decided it was time to try my hand at making samosas. I've never made a pastry crust of any sort, so making the samosa dough was an interesting experience. Turns out, you have to knead ghee, clarified butter, into flour. And then there was the stuffing...Eric was hovering over my shoulder, demanding that I make a batch of samosas without onions. He absolutely hates onions, but they were the base of the stuffing, so I left them in when he became distracted by the TV....He later admitted that he will eat onions if they are caramelized...Little by little, I'm winning him over to the wonderful world of onions. Amazingly, the samosas turned out pretty well, so we enjoyed a pretty fantastic dinner with some great people.
This morning Logan woke up at 6:15 for the second day in a row, but we made up for the sleep deprivation this afternoon. Logan woke up early from his nap, but still wanted to cuddle, so Logan and I stretched out with Eric and enjoyed a nice nap. It was a splendid way to spend a Sunday. Hope your was much the same.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Waiting for Spring to Come

I don't know about you all, but we're all getting a little bit eager for the icy patches of snow to melt and warmer weather to appear around here. This week we've even been pretending that it's warmer than it actually is. Bundled up in our coats and hats, Logan and I take our daily after-school stroll to the end of the block and back. He loves to pick up handfuls of snow and throw it in front of him, watching it smatter across the pavement. "Bwoken!" He says with satisfaction, and then scoops up another handful.
Our walk was really a temptation today, because it was 45 degrees--a veritable heat wave--and Logan was determined we would walk to the park down the street and play. We made it halfway there before I started to wimp out from the cold, though, of course, Logan did not, and I carried him kicking and screaming back home.
It's supposed to be in the 50s this weekend, and I'm so looking forward to some warmer weather.