If You Call Me a Mommy Blogger I'll Stab You


Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Moroccan Baking - Best left to Moroccans

The results are in. Unless you enjoy unusual pain and torture I'd recommend going to a Moroccan restaurant. At least for their baked goods. The sesame seed covered things are pretty good - I like them better than the dough covered ones at any rate. I miss my brain though. Alot.
_________________________________________________________________


Here is the pile of chopped nuts and sugar - my hand for size reference.

_________________________________________________________________



The little fingers nut things that were absolute HELL to make. Would - not - stick - together.


________________________________________________________________



The dough balls and half the nut-fingers.

_________________________________________________________________

The finished dough covered ones.

__________________________________________________________________

The sesame-seed covered ones.

__________________________________________________________________

It would also seem that the surgeon had a whoopsie and perhaps dropped the cauterizing tool on my tummy. Or super-heated an instrument and my stomach as a counter. At any rate, day 4 post-op I discovered a creepy little circle that looked like a big scab. Well, it's gotten noticeably creepier. Like greenish yellow creepy. And red. So I went to the doctor yesterday.

He drew a circle around the red area and said if it gets 3 inches past there go to the hospital. And he put me on elephant anti-biotics.

I keep telling people that illness and medical technology does extreme things in my body. Proof.

___________________________________________________________________

Mother in law (who I love dearly) had some heart palpitations for three hours last week and went to the hospital. It was the same 24 hour span that she took an allergy medication (doctor advised her to) while on 2 different kinds of blood pressure medicine.

Coincidence?

So now they are sending her to the heart specialist. Because she took allergy medication when she shouldn't have. And they are going to run a full file and do every test they have to rule everything out. Because she took allergy medication.

Did you notice that three up there? Three hours. Not one single palp before or since. And this is the conversation I just had with her....

MIL: "I just got my electric bill! It's blah blah blah....no wonder I'm having heart palpitations!"

Later.....

MIL: "Well, given the way everything is costing so much it's no wonder I'm having heart palpitations!"

Seriously. I love her to death, she is a wonderful person. She's a great grandma. But COME ON!

IT WAS THREE HOURS OF A FUNKY HEART RATE BECAUSE YOU MIXED MEDICATIONS YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE! LET....IT...GO!

Scribbled by Why Mom Drinks Rum at 11:41 AM

2 comments:

Jenn said...

When things are a pain in the ass, spew swears the whole time, curse the creator, throw the dough across the room difficult to make ...don't you appreciate them more?

BWWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA isn't that the biggest load of BS ever.

I made candy cane cookies for 3 Christmas's in a row, I HATED making those, I DREADED making those.... stupid, delicate, finicky shit dough would always break when I tried to twist it together.

Yeah, we don't have those anymore, in fact I'm going to rip that page out of my cook book and burn it!!!

BTW, those do look good, can you send me some I don't feel like making them hehehe.

June 17, 2008 3:25 PM
Mamahut said...

They look yummy, if you would do the nuts I would make some! :)

I started writing a story about my mom, cuz you did it and all. Once I started I couldn't stop. Now my whole life is written down in 14 pages....uugghh. You don't really want to read mine do ya? It's not near as fasinating as yours.

Hope your tummy is ok, sounds crazy.

June 18, 2008 11:23 AM

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Things that make you say "Hmmmm" - Inspired by RUM

  • In medieval England jurors weren't fed until they reached a decision.
  • The Chinese used to scatter firecrackers around the house - as fire alarms.
  • 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321
  • A child laughs about 400 times per day. Adults laugh about 15 times.
  • The blood vessels of a blue whale are so wide that an adult trout could swim through them.
  • Some beaver dams are more than 1,000 years old.
  • Male hospital patients fall out of bed twice as often as female patients.
  • 25% of Americans think Sherlock Holmes was a real person.
  • The leading cause of death in Papua, New Guinea is falling out of a tree.
  • Babies are born without kneecaps.
  • In 10 minutes, a hurricane releases more energy than all the world's nuclear weapons combined.
  • Los Angeles is 2cm closer to San Fransisco than it was a year ago.
  • In her entire lifetime, Queen Isabella of Spain (1451-1504) bathed twice. King Louis XIV bathed three times.
  • Per capita, the cities of Winnipeg and CALGARY drink the most Slurpees in the world.
  • More than 50% of all the lakes in the world are in CANADA
  • Belgians once tried to deliver mail using cats. (It didn't work.)

Meet the Repressed Pirate Mom

My Photo
Why Mom Drinks Rum
Alberta, Canada
Working full time as a legal assistant, newly divorced, raising two kids who despite my attempts at supression are stubbornly strong willed, and living in a busy city longing for the simple life. Madly in love with the keeper of my peacocks.
View my complete profile

Words of 'wisdom' from the Rummy One (and various people I've stolen from)

I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
Some people are like slinkys; they serve no useful purpose, but they do make you smile when they tumble down the stairs.
When I was a kid we had a sandbox. Actually it was a quicksand box. I was an only child...eventually.
It's a mistake to think you can solve any major problems with just potatoes.
You know what I miss? I miss the old days, when I'd think up a sinister scheme for world domination and friends would show a little emotional support. I mean come on now....really.
Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you: I have absolutely no idea how this sentence I'm currently writing is going to finish. When and if it does, I can only hope it makes some kind of coherent ceramic pineapple vibraphone.