Saturday morning is the morning of bread-ish breakfasts in my home. We have pancakes, or sausage biscuits and gravy, or biscuits with honey, or french toast, or belgian waffles, or crepes; whatever it is, it’s bread based.
Last week I shook it up a little with my blueberry ricotta pancakes.
This week I wanted to use barley. No particular reason. So I googled barley pancakes and came across this recipe.
Well, I didn’t have barley flour or oat flour. But I do have a coffee grinder and barley and oats and so I made my own flour. The barley took a bit of time to grind even though I left it a bit on the coarse side. Had I been thinking things through, I would have used my food processor for this. Instead, I did the grinding a little bit at a time. It took a lot of time.
My mom has gotten to be so old. So very very old. She is completely technologically challenged. It is so frustrating. Everything is so scary.
But the one thing that makes me the most crazy is her inability to comprehend how voicemail works. She calls me at work for nothing. She will leave me messages, on voicemail, where she’ll tell me “you don’t need to pickup or call me back”.
I’ll point on the easy problem with this message. If you’re calling me for something that is so unimportant that I don’t need to call you back WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME AT WORK!!!!
But the part of this that really makes me nuts is that: she thinks I can pickup! She thinks I can hear her leaving the voicemail and I’m just sitting there not answering. It’s voicemail! It doesn’t work that way.
It must be genetic. Her mom, my grandma, never understood answering machines exactly. She would leave these long messages and she would always end them by saying “love Grandma”, as though she were dictating a letter. It was frustrating and silly and endearing and I miss her.
I’m going put this laptop away and go pick up a book. Suddenly, I feel the need to get away from all this technology.
The Incredibly Enthusiastic Girl
I love dragonfruit. First, it’s so blastedly beautiful. It makes me happy just looking at it.
I want a dragonfruit-inspired dress. Can you imagine it? The colors are lovely. So happy.
And once you cut it open, it’s even more beautiful.
If you haven’t had one, it is reminiscent of kiwi but mostly because of the seeds. The flavor is much less sweet than kiwi though.
Within the last year or so, the Cleveland area has been invaded by Menchie’s Frozen Yogurt Shops. There are now 8 where there were none. The expansion has been sudden with not nearly enough advertising to support it. I had to look for information on what a Menchie’s was, and I did so just because I drive a lot and started noticing how many there are.
My kids love the idea: self serve frozen yogurt with just about every possible topping imaginable. I love that it tastes good and seems to be made from quality ingredients. I also love that in addition to every crushed candy bar I can name, there is a chilled buffet bar with fresh fruits.
What in the h%$^ is up with that Boost mobile commercial in the fast food restaurant? You’ve seen it. Where the big fat black guy poofs in to help the black lady with an old cell phone.
Then the white friend asks if she gets a new phone and the genie shushes her and shakes his head no.
Is the message of this commercial that Boost won’t serve white people? Because that’s the message that sticks with me.
Good job, Boost? You might want to rethink that.
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I just happen to have 4 pints of blueberries, 2 pounds of strawberries, and a bunch of bananas in my house right now. It’s hot outside. That seems like the perfect setup for a round of smoothies.
Now, as always, there is room for improvisation, so don’t feel you need to follow this exactly. I won’t either. But today, this is my recipe for blueberry, strawberry smoothies.
The Incredibly Enthusiastic Girl’s Blueberry Strawberry Smoothies
- 1 T chia seeds
- 1 T flax seeds
- 1 tsp bee pollen
- 2 T honey
- 1 c blueberries
- 1/2 pound strawberries
- 1 banana
- 1 single serve container of greek yogurt
- skim milk, soy milk, almond milk
- ice cubes, optional