frazzled & frumpy

Growing up, Saturday mornings had a distinctive aroma. The morning smelled all yeasty as my mom began the day of baking bread.  I remember her arms buried in her big bowl as she mixed the bread by hand.  (Way before bread machines!)  In the afternoon, our house smelled like heaven . What I imagine heaven smelling like, anyway.  Long, golden brown loaves would grace the counter, just waiting for a knife and a huge slab of butter.   I grew up baking/cooking from scratch. I'm not sure I even knew there was such a thing as mixes.  We made treats every Sunday night. Brownies, cookies, cakes.  Always with a recipe and lots of ingredients. The first time I remember making a cake with a mix was when we baked them for my sister's wedding. I was 15.  Since I've been a grown-up, this is how I bake-   My kids are all very talented at following the instructions of the back of a box. And, we always have one or two on hand. But, lately I've been t...

I know I'm always looking for new recipes, so I'm sharing one with you. This was created by my 3 year-old while I was in my room watching my DVR-ed episode of 'So You Think You Can Dance'. The recipe for this delectable delight is as follows- 2 hamburger buns 3 chicken nuggets 1 handful of kidney beans Layer and top with approx. 1 cup of ranch dressing Yummy!