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Mr. Ice Cream Man

May 14, 2008 – 11:14 am

So.
I’m back.
I’ll have you know Photography is a time consuming profession. Just editing the pictures is a very very time consuming process, and not for the faint of heart. It is teadious, but looking at the images over and over again makes you think hard and creatively about processing them. Its not that much different than sending a snapshot off to an artist to have a portrait painted, and I am a tad bit surprised. But I love it. I could sit and edit all night. Just ask my husband, who was probably like “Dude - are you still at that computer?” last night, I know this cause he said it at least twice last night so I guess its safe to say the thought passed his mind.
How ever he is still the man I fell in love with as it is spring time and he tends to get a little creative around this time of year. I beleive it was mothers day last year he bought a ice cream maker for my gift as I am gormet and Alton Brown says home made ice cream is better than stuff in a store.
And wouldn’t you know it, Ol’ Alton was right! How ever I am not the ice cream guru in our house, thats Jerry’s domain. Last year he made strawberry and a chocolate and you would have been in ice cream heaven, it was so rich you could just stop for a single spoonful and be happy with your day. This week, the machine is back!
He made a chocolate espresso bean ice cream, and a mint chocolate chip, both are heavenly and I don’t normally like my ice cream busy.
So my goal is to get him an additional bowl for the ice cream maker so he can do more than one flavor at a time, cause he’s alwys thinking up stuff he’d like to try. I think in his former life he was Ben or Jer- wait… never mind.
Every time he makes ice cream I think of this STOOPID song from like 1995. I still strongly dislike Master P as much as I did in 1995, doesn’t mean his songs don’t get stuck in my head all the dang on time.

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LaLeche UNITE!

February 1, 2008 – 4:56 pm

So my job is being, suddenly… difficult about my pumping at work.  We have moved to the new office in ‘Fa Fa Away’ land, and apparently it is smaller and has less space than the office we have left.  They - and when I say they I mean my second line supervisor, wants me to pump in the bathroom…

(inset cricket chirp here)

I’ll respond to that in a sec.

I pump three times a day. Including once during my lunch hour. I forgo my breaks in favor of the time I spend pumping. I am discreet. My pump sounds like a small muffled yapping yorkie, but other than that there isn’t anything I can do to make this experience any less apparent to my co-workers or supervisors. I don’t have any requirements for the space I am asked to pump in except the basics.

That it be clean, and that it be sanitary, i.e. not a bathroom.

My reasoning, if you are willing to sit and have lunch in the stall next to me, I’ll make my kids lunch in there. No takers? Well then.

Not to mention that Missouri is one of the nifty states that protects my right to “feed my child in any public or private location where the mother is otherwise authorized to be.” Last time I checked I was authorized to be at work. They gave me a badge to get in with and everything.

So you can just imagine the colorful things I would like to say in response to this resistance.  

The thing that ticks me off about this is that, I’ve been pumping, with no incident at all, for the last four months - I didn’t just magically decide to breastfeed this week. But apparently conflict was in the words of Mr. Smith - “Inevitable, Mr. Anderson.” Hopefully the office transfer comes through soon and I can hopefully find - more cooperative pastures else where.

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Vanillia isn’t actually white…..

November 2, 2007 – 4:59 pm

As I mentioned in my previous post I love to cook, and in cooking- my favorite spice is Vanilla. I love things made with actual Vanilla beans. I remember the first time I actually saw ra real vanilla bean and actual real vanilla abstract I was too tickled that it wasn’t actually white like the ice cream would suggest.

The flavor of a good quality vanilla product is so not the bland neutral thing that comes to mind when people refer to something as “vanilla”. Its such a round happy full flavor, smooth and sweet. Rich and complex.

Ahh, I am getting carried away, the only thing I love working with as much as vanilla is now dark chocolate. But that is another post.

I read a lot of food blogs, and lately a few have touched my desire to make things vanilla, including Jadens Steamy Kitchen, (she is by the way giving away some vanilla so check her out) and open source food, a food social network ( like I need a social network to celebrate food)

I’m gonna tackle Crème Brulee tonight - anybody wanna come and enjoy a little sweetness?

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