Tuesday, April 2, 2013
One Snow Flake... And My Crazy Birthday Wish!
It's not that I'm totally done with the cold weather. It's that I'm done with one day of almost 50 and then 4 days of 20s that barely creep up into the 30s. It's the up and down that's driving me crazy. On the almost-50 day I have spring fever and wear three quarter sleeves and am ready to get outside and work in the yard. And then I wake up the next day to solidly frozen ground.
Don't get me wrong. I remember complaining bitterly last year because it was 80 degrees in December in Florida. I do prefer cold winters to hot ones. But I'm also really, really ready to get out in the garden and get these kids out of the house!
Here to stay? Like forever and ever?
Alright. I know it's not. It just feels that way.
And the drought updates alongside the cold alerts? That drives me up the wall. Not only is it cold, but it's cold and dry.
After hushing Patrick I raced back downstairs and announced, in a maniacal tone that instantly had Paul looking at me like I was crazy: "I asked God for one thing, one little thing for my birthday!" I threw open the curtains. And there was... nothing. It apparently wasn't snowing on the north side of the house. "Wait, you'll see!" I said, while Paul really wondered if 31 was the age that I just crack at. I raced over to the downstairs windows on the west side of the house. The side with a whirling blizzard (slight exaggeration... but really... the snow was "swirling!!!") going on upstairs. A single snowflake drifted down in front of us. "It's... It's... It's..."
"Is this about that snow flake?" Paul asked. "That one snow flake?"
"It's really, really snowing upstairs!!!" I insisted, while Paul looked at me like I'd confirmed that I'd lost my mind.
Whatever. It was snowing. At least it was upstairs.
I did successfully make a gluten free egg free pizza (with olives, mushrooms and onions, which happens to be my favorite pizza in the world!) and a gluten free egg free carrot cake. It was a half fail though, because I was hoping that our xanthan gum was okay (denial, I know), since I'd been eating it before and Patrick had been fine for an entire month... so I was deluding myself into hoping that maybe this particular xanthan gum was corn free... only to have an allergic baby night last night (probably the real reason for the crying). So xanthan gum is officially out and I will be mastering arrow root starch and eventually guar gum, when I finally find some (hopefully before I blow through the shopping money for the month... that is shopping goal #1 for April). I'd just gotten used to the xanthan gum and had gotten down exactly how much to use. Oh well. This has been quite the baking adventure!
Now to go make sure the babies haven't overwhelmed Daddy while I was typing this post... And in case you were wondering (I know, you're not, but I'll share anyways), I woke up to a frosty winter wonderland outside (not snow, just solid frost!).