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Mint or Caramel?

We had Aaron’s sister, brother and brother-in-law over for dinner tonight. With no time to grocery shop this week, Aaron working today and my lack of desire to take 3 kids shopping on a Saturday, I resigned myself to ordering pizza. And baking something that we had the ingredients for.

That left the important question.

But, as I pulled out ingredients, I realized that I did not have what I needed for brownies. No cocoa for my favorite brownie recipe. However, we did have unsweetened chocolate. I found this recipe, and decided to give it a try.

First, you have to melt the chocolate and butter in a double boiler.

Melted buttery and chocolate goodness.

Meanwhile, I recommend setting your refrigerated ingredients out. Let them warm up to room temperature.¬†Always a good idea when baking. One of your eggs might even roll off the counter and then you can blog about it. Imperfect Saturdays. It’s a thing.

Add some sugar, but don’t make the mistake I made. Stop daydreaming and pay attention to how many cups you are adding. In the end, I figured it out, but boy was I worried for a few minutes there.

Once you’ve added all of the ingredients for the brownies, put them into pans. I decided that I can’t let anyone down and took a bit of the batter and turned it into mint brownies. You can do this with mint chips, mint Oreos and/or mint extract. Whatever minty stuff you’ve got. Except gum. Or toothpaste. Skip those.

You should definitely do all of this while listening to one of the Doctor Who soundtrack albums. Since today’s the 50th anniversary of the first episode today, that is essential.

Letting your kids watch a movie while you bake might buy you some peace.

While you wait, wait, wait, you can sit on the floor with your dog.

After you are done with the brownies, you still need to make the best part– caramel. At this point, I realized I had no cream. So, I followed this easy recipe for caramel with milk and butter. Yum.

After pouring the caramel on your brownies, you still have the difficult question left.

Mint or caramel?

Imperfect Fridays

Imperfect Fridays. It’s a thing.

Okay, okay, it’s not a thing yet. It’s a thing that I’m starting.

Last Friday, I shared about my struggles with depression. It resonated with many of you and I got lots of feedback that even if it didn’t resonate with you, many of you told me it it was a brave thing to do.

Imperfect Fridays is my attempt to do a much milder version of that every week. I spend 6 days sharing carefully composed and edited photos with you, and I want to take at least one day to show you something that hasn’t had all of the gritty edited out. What makes me a tad bit uncomfortable or even embarrassed. Because you’re a real person, too, right? And because life is imperfect.

We women can be really good at showing each other just enough to make each other jealous, and my goal is to do a bit less of that.

Welcome to my messy life.


I took this photo before I had the idea to share my Imperfect Fridays with you, but it still hints at some imperfection. Food on the table, instead of his plate, which of course, was him, not me. A sliver of laundry baskets in the kitchen. They practically live there. And, Reed and Lena’s art baskets to the right, with their other random papers shoved in front of them. Baskets help conceal some of the mess.

Lunch with a 2 year old. Food all over the table. And his shirt. I’m okay with that. There’s no place like home, even when your home needs to be cleaned.

What I originally planned to share today, and this is too cute not to share… Aaron taught Gus “Talk to the Hand.” That was the cool thing to say when I was in elementary school. Gus’s attitude lately is a casual “nope”, so “Talk to the Hand” is very true to him.

I know someone out there won’t believe my sweet, quiet husband taught him this. Here’s proof.


So, Imperfect Fridays. Anyone else want to help me make it a thing?

The best part may be that you can forget to share, and that’s a perfectly Imperfect Friday.

Strong Muscles

One of my goals as the mom of a little girl is to teach her confidence and determination. Of course, I want my boys to possess both of those traits, too, but I feel like this is often harder with a little girl. Already, at 5, I’ve heard little boys tell her that she cannot do something “because she’s a GIRL.” Sorry, no. Girls rock, little macho man.

Today, she wanted to get her legs onto the top of the monkey bars.

“You have strong muscles,” I told her. “If you keep trying, you can get your legs up there.”

While she swung her legs up high, I cheered her on, giving her as much feedback as I could about how close she was. After several minutes, I asked if it would help if I turned my back and was quiet. “Close your eyes,” she commanded.

I told her I would turn my back and watch Gus while she tried.

“Strong muscles,” she chanted as her feet left the ladder. A minute later “Mama, look!”


“I knew I could do it!”


“I can see everything up here!”


“One hand!”

“I even know how to get down!”

“I can do this, too! No hands!”

“Strong muscles!”

We’re still working on gun show.