Posted in The Joy of Twins on February 24, 2011 |
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When I’m rich, I will buy the expensive raspberry jam. The French one.
When I’m rich, I’ll teach my kids to ride tricycles in the backyard, not at Target, which we currently use as a backyard.
When I’m rich, I’ll have a toilet that doesn’t require a four step process to flush.
When I’m rich, I will drive a reliable car with some of those adorable cow print seat covers. And butt warmers. Not that I would need them, because the heater would actually work.
When I’m rich I will buy a professional grade Belgium waffle maker, and eat waffles all day long. With expensive French jam on them.
When I’m rich, I won’t drive to New Hampshire for cheaper wine. New Hampshire will drive to ME.
When I’m rich, I will gleefully outsource the potty training of my children.
What will you do when you’re rich?
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Posted in The Joy of Twins on February 14, 2011 |
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The cake was perfect, or at least–ambitious. We used 3 recipes– the first, a Victoria Sponge to salute the Queen since the jungletwins are 50% British. In between the sponge layers, we used Julia Child’s creme anglaise recipe, tweaking it until is was custardy yummy, and covered the whole shebang in a dark chocolate glaze – Boston Cream Pie donut meets Victoria Sponge cake- half limey, half american, baked in heart-shaped cake tins- all love. With guests arriving imminently, we rushed the cake to the porch, hoping the cold air would harden the chocolate in time. We sat down to pat ourselves on the back for pulling it off, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a movement. A squirrel. Feasting on my three recipe, dual nationality, extremely laborious cake. Umm….yea.
So I chased the little fucker off the porch, but damn if he didn’t break off about a quarter of the top layer for the road before I got to him, thus breaking my heart. Disaster. But- a hot knife, and a significant amount of heavy cream to fill in the hole later, we had a passable, if impaired, cake- and the show went on. Enter tutus, cowboy hats, tiaras, cowboy boots and sparkly party favors- a great time had by all.
And today was our first ever pre-school drop off- success! I’m exhausted and elated. So proud of my girls, and so sad they’re growing up. But in a good way.
Check out the big girls.
And a very naughty squirrel.
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