The Evolution of Chicken

We have had a very hard time getting Sophia to eat. From the very beginning, solid food has been a struggle. For the longest time all she would eat was rice, breads, cheeses, oatmeal, apples, bananas, sweet potato prepared a very specific way, French fries and bacon. There was a time in which I could sneak grated veggies into her breads. Sadly, that time has passed.

Because bacon was the only meat she would eat and not a terribly healthy one at that, I didn’t mind when Kurt introduced her to chicken nuggets. I never thought I would view chicken nuggets as a victory. Never. After a while Sophia branched out and would eat chicken at home when I breaded it with Panko. That was a much greater victory for me since I don’t fry the chicken. Eventually Sophia progressed to eating chicken without a crunchy cover and then… one day…

I went to Costco and bought one of their yummy Kirkland Signature foods. I warmed it up and set it at the table. Kurt announced to Sophia that it was chicken. It wasn’t. Not even close. It was smoked pulled pork, and Sophia likes it A LOT. Of course now we call all meat chicken just to increase the odds of it’s edibility and when Kurt wants to know what’s for dinner I have to specify the type of chicken that I’m serving. It’s pork chicken.

Costco Kirkland smoked pulled pork

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Garden Gnome

A full-fledged garden, that’s what I wanted for this year. There has been so much to get done with the new house that the garden isn’t at the top of the list yet. I’ll definitely have one next year though. This year I’ll have to settle for an herb garden and hope that I can at least get a greenhouse for the herbs to live in through the winter. I’ll also be reading up on how to keep plant things alive. I’m not too worried about the herbs since most of those, like cilantro and the minty things, grow like weeds.

herb garden

I am worried about this little guy though…

mystery plant in a cup

He arrived in a brown paper bag carried by my ginning three year old, “look I made!” I couldn’t even tell what the hell kind of plant it was. Great. I checked Sophia’s backpack hoping for some clues as to what kind of plant I’m going to have to apologize profusely for killing in the next few days. Nothing. How the hell do I not kill this when it’s not even labeled?

When I finally felt brave enough to take it out of the bag…seriously I handle plants like they’re even more fragile than the most thin shelled egg because I’ve found that I’m about that deadly to them. Written on the side of the cup was the plant type. Ahh it’s a green bean plant. I posted quick plea for instruction on Facebook to my more plant friendly friends. I was informed that it could be a bush like green bean of which I had no idea existed or a vine type. I thought all green beans were vine like. *shrug* I found that either way I could just put it in an eight to ten inch pot and if it got all vine-y on me I could put a stick in there for green bean guidance. Thank you Rebecca.

repotted green bean plant

I’m so happy that the green bean plant has made it a whole month in my care that I’m now really testing the limits. I bought a Meyers lemon tree. Yep, I’m going to try and grow citrus in Washington State. The state that routinely evades sunny summer weather until after July 5th, yep, that state. Citrus.

Thankfully, I have a good luck gnome. It’s a four handed garden gnome. Never heard of those? Check it out, I have a picture…

four handed garden gnome

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Baby Squeezins: Diaper of the Month

I’m not sure what the infant body does with food, but it doesn’t look like it takes the time to do much. The contents of this diaper could really be scooped right back into the random vegetable baby food jar and I doubt anyone could tell the difference. The color and even the smell… is just as brilliant and stinky on the way out. Taken on the 6th of June with my Nikon D60 for your high-resolution pleasure, I now present to you the vegetable goop Baby Squeezins, the Diaper of the Month.

vegetable goop poop

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55 Flash non-Fiction Friday: King’s Power

We watched The King’s Speech a few nights ago. A fantastic movie. I’m stuck on a fact of history. The Anglican Church is headed by the king, which was created by Henry VIII in part because the Catholic Church would not grant him a divorce. Still, the king cannot marry a divorced woman. Very interesting.

The Kings Speech

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55 Flash non-Fiction Friday: Sharing

A friend posted a picture of her son on Facebook. Sophia saw the picture, “baby” she said.

“Do you know who that is?” Sophia didn’t say anything so I continued, “That is Treavor. Do you remember his two older sisters?”

Then Sophia interrupted with, “That is Treavor. He touched my toys. Don’t touch my toys!”

Sophia giving Lukas his pacifier

Picture taken 5/21/2011 camping at the cabin. Sophia is giving Lukas his pacifier.

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55 Flash non-Fiction Friday: Toe-may-toe, Toe-ma-toe

We searched the same name book frequently, as if a name may have added since the last viewing. Studying, evaluating, and discarding names repeatedly only to add it back again weeks, days, hours, minutes later.

“How about Henry?” I asked.

“Sure, we’ll call him ahn-REE.”

“Why not cut to the chase and name him Pretentious?”

Pretentious

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55 Flash non-Fiction Friday: Chit Chat

I find small talk to be irritating. I can see and interpret the weather just fine thank you, no need to discuss it. I only tolerate such mind numbing chatter if a Mocha Scooby Snack is dangled before me. Yes, I did notice the rain is wet. How amusing you’ve come to the same conclusion.

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55 Flash non-Fiction Friday: Family Planning

Family planning isn’t a euphemism for abortion. (If they cared so much for the unborn passing healthcare reform wouldn’t be so difficult.) That’s not all that Planned Parenthood does. If Republican’s are concerned with “welfare mothers” mooching off the government teat, why not fund the one organization helping to plan families when they’re financially secure.

it's about planned parenthood

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55 Flash Fiction Friday: Simply Attention to Detail

Watching a show on luxury yachts, they went over the details of the dining area of a yacht and I said, “two hundred thousand a week and they can’t hire someone to straighten the candle sticks?” Kurt looks at me and says, “Sounds like you’re ready to be rich. You’re a pain in the ass.”

luxury yacht dining

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55 Flash Fiction Friday: Marriage Monotony

“What’s the special occasion?”
Dumbfounded he hesitantly said, “none”.
“I smell aftershave. You only shave on Sunday nights and it’s Wednesday.”
Laughing, “Tomorrow they’re taking pictures. I’m even going to wear my wedding tuxedo.”
“Did your boss tell you to not wear a t-shirt?”
“No, but he asked that I not wear a competitor’s shirt”

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