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rainy, sleepy saturday afternoon

This is perfect.  My husband and eldest daughter are asleep in the living room with an F1 race on. My baby is asleep in her room.  I've had time to sort through my entire wardrobe and pull out the stuff I never wear.  I just finished looking up recipes for Yorkshire pudding, roast beef and pie crust.  I've had a cup of tea.  Plus I had a nap earlier.

For some reason my mother-in-law's pie crust recipe sometimes works well and sometimes makes me want to throw the messy, crumbly dough out our 8th floor window.  So, I've decided that I will find the perfect crust.  It's going to take a lot of sacrifice on our part as we eat my attempts.

Some Canadian friends ate Yorkshire pudding at their Easter meal.  It was the one dish my friend mentioned when I asked how their lunch went (I knew they were having a BIG group over).  So, I figured it must be pretty great.  I'm going to try it.  From what I've read I think it should be called Yorkshire bread.

Yorkshire pudding is traditionally eaten with roast beef.  Phil hates roast.  I have never made a roast that he really liked but I am determined that one day he will take a bite of roast and keel over with delight.  How can a person not like roast?  

If I ever have more money that I know what to do with, I'm going to hire a personal chef.  I think one of the best things about living at the White House would be the kitchen and all that it entails.  All you have to say is, "Tonight we want roast beef and Yorkshire pudding.  Oh, and strawberry rhubarb pie.  Fresh cream on the side, please."  

I wonder if there is a website that posts what the Obama's ate last night.

It's drizzly outside today.  Our weather has been fantastic.  It's cool in the mornings and evenings and just right during the rest of the daylight hours.  Madeleine has finally gotten to wear her flip flops that we bought in Thailand.  She's been bugging us since we got back from Thailand to wear them.  Finally, she can.  She also wears huge, pink sunglasses.  As if she didn't get enough attention as it is.

Time to wake the household so they can sleep again in a few hours.


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