A day in the life...Donna

homeschool.

ballet.

play.

                   4H

make Heather laugh..

manage the Nest at Blessed Nest

Can you beet my busy? What does your Tuesday look like?

 

I'm domestic, today

Well, I'm domestic everyday. I wash dishes, fold laundry and manage to get a healthy meal on the table  but creativity is usually lacking in my domestic description.

I do love to bake. It's fun to bake with the girls and it feels like there is more room to be creative.

Look what we're taking to Easter dinner...... little Chocolate Nests and colorful eggs.

They're  easy as pie to make ( well easier then pie!)

There are many versions to this little creation but here's what we did.

We used rice noodles and stick pretzels. This gave it a real nest look.

*cook rice noodles ( kids love to watch them grow when they hit the oil!)

*place cooked rice noodles in melted baking chocolate. ( we bought ours at a local bake shop)

* add in broken stick pretzels- fold

* scoop out about 2 large spoonfuls onto foil.

* Design your nest. Make small holes for chocolate eggs. Then add your little candy eggs to the nest.

*The chocolate will harden in about 20 minutes.

You're done!!!! This tastes great too. Rice noodles have very little taste so the Nest tastes pretty much like chocolate with pretzel crunch!!!

Show up at Easter dinner or any other party and it will look like you are creative in the kitchen. Shhh..I won't tell anyone your 3 year old could do this....mine did!

Happy Passover and Easter Sunday~~

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Stitches

 Today Heather is Blissfully Domestic~

I am too clumsy for pilates (and I have no idea what my "core muscles" are, or if I even have any), and I just don't have the attention span for yoga (that part of my brain is stuck on "two-year-old who had a whole box of frosted flakes for breakfast" mode). So, how to relax? Trickery. Occupy my mean Left Brain and let Righty run wild; that's the best I can do. I am one of those weirdos that finds ironing and vacuuming relaxing... anything that requires concentration but not thought.But my favorite "relaxing hobby" is knitting. I am not great at it. Well, I am good enough to almost never make a mistake (because I don't have the patience to learn how to fix knitting mishaps) as long as I do the same stitch, and there can be no counting whatsoever. I've gotten to the point that I can do it in the dark, which was really good last Spring when I got the majority of this scarf underway. I was given the incredible, only seen in movies, would have wished for it the rest of my life opportunity to fly from Brooklyn to CA so I could sit up all night every night at my dear grandmother's hospital bedside during one of her last weeks of her amazing life. We listened to opera, laughed, cried, and she told me lots of stories I had heard a thousand times before. (the last time you hear it is the best, I promise)
My favorite was about the one time she took up knitting, to do "her part" for the soldiers during WWII. (as if taking a boat to Germany to protest against Hitler hadn't been enough). There was a USO campaign to get the ladies at home to knit up scarves to keep the service men warm, and they were handing out balls of yarn. Being the over-achiever that she was, she loaded up as many as they'd give her, and knitted her heart out... the only thing she didn't know how to do was cast off. "No problem... one of those women down there can figure out how to divide them up, right?" So, when she told her mother (who was a domestic goddess) what she had delivered to the USO ladies, they ended up laughing until they cried... some guy ended up with a scarf that was about 12 feet long.
Someday I'd love to meet the family with the story... "when grandpa was in the war he got the longest, worst knitted scarf in all the world..."
So, my project may take years to finish (look at those tiny stitches!), and I lost the ball of brown yarn (on an airplane, I think) so the design has become a little wonky. But those stitches will tell their own story, and this will forever be one of my most treasured possessions.

Love to the moon and back, Heather