It's true. I've cooked my ass off this week. This is mainly an attempt at being frugal because we're saving for a few big things and it's healthier. And better. I'm like Adam on Northern Exposure--I want to eat what *I* cooked! Plus, it's pretty fun.
Tonight I made chocolate chip banana bread, blueberry bread and pumpkin bread. It's Jamie's turn to take breakfast to work tomorrow so he'll take one of each.

Earlier in the week I made a bastardized version of the granola from the Homesick Texan blog.

I make two versions, one we call the "OMG, MOM, you didn't put RAISINS in this, did you?!?!!!" version and "The Other One" which is sans raisins. The original recipe calls for currants, which I didn't include and I substituted sunflower seeds for the nuts because I'm allergic and I just don't get nuts. Which nuts do you put in? Why would anyone eat that? Ok, so you want to eat them, I can put them in, but which ones? It's hard to cook with something when you don't know what it tastes like, you know? All I know is that peanuts make one vomit and pecans make one's throat swell shut and walnuts make one's eyes swell shut. Not appetizing! Oh, and I add mini chocolate chips to make the kids try it.
And in the inbetween times I made a homemade chocolate cinnamon cake, homemade pizza crust, pizza sauce and shallot/balsamic dressing. Oh, and homemade granola bars which didn't turn out so I crumbled them up and voila! Granola recipe number three--The One No One Will Eat Because There's Too Much Granola In This House Now.
And, other than that, nothing new since yesterday. Lately, every time I'm driving in this Godforsaken Hellhole of a "city" I am composing a very ranty blog post about the people here and how bad they are at driving which I'm sure will bubble over the top and I'll be forced to type it up any day now. But for now I'll just say, it's not a personal insult to you if I change lanes in front of you and we don't have to wave at each other if you get in front of me or I get in front of you. We're on the freaking freeway--that's just how it works. People change lanes. There are no favors here, nor insults. GOD!!!
Anyway. Good night, sleep tight, pleasant dreams to you!