The most ridiculous thing happened. We went up to San Fransisco last weekend for a little family trip. It was great to switch it up, relax, and reaffirm our love for SoCal coastal beach living.
So the other day I threw on my husband’s jacket as I ran out the door. I mainly just needed something to cover me while I went outside for a few minutes. Guys. The POCKETS. Want to know why men don’t have purses, pocketbooks, and handbags? Because they have the largest pockets in alllll the land.
You know the day before you go food shopping where you just throw some stuff in a bowl and call it dinner? That’s kinda how this yumminess happened.
So yesterday morning my husband woke me up with the smell of coffee, directly under my nose. It was kind of heavenly and insanely cute because that was his M.O. about, um, 7 years ago when I used to be a sleeper-inner. Kids help you kick that sleeping-in habit real quick. But listen to how amazing this is…Read More »
I am l-o-v-ing this dish. This was a whole family meal, people. I mean, every person in my family sat at the table, at the same time, and ate the same meal together. It was like a parallel universe. There are nights when I make five different dinners on a given night: one for Jaryd and I, one for my 9 month old plus another if he finishes it and screams for more, then three for my toddler because he requests then rejects three different dinners. Don’t worry, I’m working on being less accommodating. THIS pie, though, made everyone happy. Well ok, my toddler did request a side of raisins, but still. Everyone ate it. I mean, that’s a success in my book.