Merry Christmas!
Love, Sarah, Isaac & Cecilia, Abbey, Matthew, Andrew, Patrick, Janey and Sammy
This was my view all weekend from my bed fighting off an infection from my final drain site and incision area. Compare it to mastitis but of the leg. My friend sent me a card that says “Damn boobs nothing but trouble” and it made me laugh so hard.
My first failed reconstruction was the “easy” way (still not easy nothing about reconstruction is easy ever) where an expander was put in under my skin where my breast had been removed. This expander slowly gets pumped up over a few weeks so the skin stretches and an implant can be inserted in its place. My body rejected, with a painful infection, the expander mid way through the process and I had to have an emergency surgery to remove it. This was about a month and a half after 5 months of chemo and it really was one of the lowest points of my life, for various reasons.
1 to 1 1/2 rolls of crushed Ritz crackers
3-4 boneless skinless chicken breasts cut into strips (about 1 and 1/2 pounds of chicken)
1 cup mayonnaise
1 tsp dried mustard
1 tsp garlic salt
2 TBS of olive oil
A friend gave me this recipe, and I love it. It is a simple classic pumpkin bread with a crunchy crumb topping. Feel free to use a little less sugar, it will still be great.
I make six mini-loaves out of this recipes. Yes, the first time I made it, I had to run out and get mini-loaf pans, wondered if I'd use them again, but I have regularly and love them. Perfect for sharing.
I think you could split this recipe between two normal loaf pans but bake longer, making sure the middle is baked through.
1 15oz. can pumpkin puree
4 eggs
1 cup vegetable oil
2/3 cup water
3 cups white sugar
3 1/2 cups all purpose flour
2 tsp baking soda
1 1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1 tsp ground nutmeg
1/2 tsp ground cloves
1/4 tsp ground ginger
For topping:
Mix together with fork:
4 TBS softened butter
3/4 cup white flour
3/4 cup white sugar.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Mix all ingredients together.
Spray six mini-loaf pans with cooking spray.
Evenly divide mix (pans will be about 2/3 full).
Sprinkle topping on each loaf.
Bake for 50 minutes.
I am attempting to get into a rather regular schedule with every facet of my life and sometimes I feel like I am failing miserably. Cleaning, exercising, planning, cooking, painting, walking, friends, kids stuff, appointments-you would think it would be easier with no little guys at home, but it seems like sometimes I am a kite in the wind with no weight at the end of the it. Maybe it's the constant changes this year, but I am getting there-I WILL get there where I can accomplish what I want to and need to with a calm consistency. I used to fall right into some sort of schedule when school began-not so this year. But 2020-in more ways than Covid-has been "a year".
I had never heard of a "dump cake" until a bunch of them showed up in my feed on Pinterest and thought I'd give one a try. Such an easy dessert to whip together at the last minute for your family (I halved the recipe below) or to bring to a family gathering or potluck. It seems there are SO many versions of these dump cakes. The one that I chose and adapted is very simple.
I did a "how I clean" series on my Instagram stories and shared some of the things I used and many of you had questions about the vacuum I was using.
My vacuum. I used to have a Dyson and loved it but it broke. I bought a cheaper vacuum and it is an actual improvement on the Dyson. I love that all the pieces and parts can come and part and be cleaned. There are a couple of filters for dust that can be washed in soap and water, all the hose attachments can be removed and this vacuum sucks the living daylights out of my carpets.
I have tried the more expensive version of this Navigator (it's called a Lift Away-I garbage picked it) and I didn't like it as much as this older model.
Siga Microfiber Cleaning Cloths-$10.99
These clothes will last a lifetime and are worth it. I also LOVE these microfibers. I have the ultra cheap ones but always reach for these because they are thicker and just work better.
I am guilty. I am guilty of never imagining what it would be like to send my sons on an errand, and to be nervous about the hate they could encounter walking out the door, down a street and into a store. I’m guilty of never thinking what it would be like to constantly remind my teenage sons what to do if they get pulled over when driving-I expect fairness and safe encounters with those in power. I am guilty of never imagining what it feels like to be a mother whose child comes home crying because of cruel comments made about the color of their skin, or being treated differently in a classroom because of something as trivial as that.