I failed to recognize this iconic celebration of carbs until I was wasting time researching online tonight while contemplating that all-important decision of what to make for dinner. Luckily for us, our go-to standby when no formal plan is in place is breakfast for dinner – see? It was fate.
My first lesson in cooking as a newlywed was taking on a recipe passed down in my husband’s family called – wait for it, verrrrry sophisticated – Thin Pancakes. Not as thick as a pancake, not as thin as a crepe, but an amazing combination of both. And because they’re mixed in the blender, you can have breakfast (or dinner if you plan like me) on the table in just a few minutes.
1 cup Milk
1 ½ cup Flour
1 cup Sugar
2 Tbsp Oil
Combine all ingredients in the blender and mix well. Pour onto a hot griddle, turning when your pancakes are very lightly browned.
My hubs considers it sinful to have anything but jam on these babies, but the young ‘uns are rebels and love peanut butter syrup on them. Easy to do, two parts maple syrup to one part peanut butter. Combine the two and heat in the microwave, stirring after every minute or so. See? E.Z.
If you wanna go the crepe direction, get some whipped cream and either buy some frozen sweetened strawberries or if it’s the right season, crush up some fresh ones and sprinkle sugar in until you get the sweetness you want. Layer the pancake, strawberries, and whipped cream to your desired tower of caloric goodness.
One of my favorite toppings is buttermilk syrup. This stuff is like liquid crack, people. The first time I made it I was ready to inject into my veins, but instead chose to increase the size of my thighs.
1 ½ cup Sugar
1 cup Buttermilk (or plain yogurt)
½ cup Butter
3 Tbsp Corn Syrup
1 tsp Baking Soda
1 tsp Vanilla
Bring the sugar, buttermilk, butter and corn syrup to a boil in a large pot. Once boiling, reduce to a simmer and stir constantly for 5 minutes. Add the baking soda and vanilla – this will make it bubble up big time, so make sure you use a large pot! Syrup will be thin – it thickens as it cools. Refrigerate the leftovers – uh huh, right. Leftovers.
Can’t wait for National Most Fattening and Bad For You Sustenance Day!!
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I grew up in a small town in Southeast Idaho. It was a great place to live, but when I left for college I decided I was through with small town anything. My plans were to graduate and head to a cool metropolitan spot like California, where the sun was always shining, everyone drove convertibles, and one day some sophisticated, big city dandy would sweep me off my feet. Ahh, the naivete of making a plan…
I remember clearly one of the first Sundays of my second year of school. I went to church with my five roommates and we were scoping out the hot guys while waiting for the meeting to start. My eyes lit upon a foxy bearded young buck – a standout because the dress code at Ricks College didn’t allow beards (lucky for him he wasn’t a student that semester). Right then and there I called dibs.
We actually met a few weeks later, again at church, and like all good romance novels, my heart started beating for the first time, bound to his with an overwhelming tidal wave of everlasting love. Eww. Nope, not like that at all. But I knew there was something different about this guy and I was willing to stick around and find out what it was.
My very realistic and well-thought out life plan quickly went out the window. I had fallen for a country boy, through and through, from a town even smaller and podunkier than mine. The day he took me horseback riding was the nail in the coffin – not much tops a hot guy on a horse. We met in November, got engaged in April, and married in July – yep, I chased him until he caught me.
Garth Brooks sings a song that says, “Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers.” How grateful I am for a Father in Heaven who knows what I need more than I do. I thank Him every day for this cute, stubborn, entertaining, honorable, podunk country boy. We’ve survived leaving the small town for the great northwest, five children, multiple businesses, and a giant load of chaos and he’s still my very best friend. Remember the movie Fools Rush In? There’s a line in it that describes my sweetheart perfectly. Everything I never knew I always wanted.
Enjoy the printable.
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The other day my daughter announced that she was the proud winner of a blender through a drawing at work. I use my blender all the time for smoothies in the morning, Orange Julius when the craving hits, or milkshakes when we really want to be naughty – I know, we’re rebels, eh? Clearly I have an affinity for frozen beverages, so when we were trying to decide on a fun send-off for our graduating girls in the Young Womens Program, the answer was easy: Mocktails! In honor of Lindsay’s new blender, here are a few of my favorite non-alcoholic beverages and the places you can go to get the recipes:
Sonic’s Cherry Limeade
This is one of those make-you-think-it’s-summer-even-if-it’s-not kind of drinks. Two words to make it that much better: Sonic. Ice. You know you can buy Sonic’s famous ice by the bag for a couple of bucks, don’t you? Well now you do. Which brings us to the next question, if you’re going to Sonic for ice, why wouldn’t you just buy the cherry limeade there? I’ll leave that one for you to mull over. Maraschino cherries are a must for this libation, even if you don’t love them. Why, you ask? So you can show off your kissing prowess by tying a knot in the stem with your tongue. Girl’s got skills. Skip on over to Tasty Kitchen and get to practicing.
Mmmmmmm I love me a frozen margarita. Years and years ago, the hubs and I were in Tijuana, Mexico with my sister and we went into a dive quaint little spot where they served two for the price of one margaritas. It didn’t take too many sips (did I say that out loud?) to realize these guys had no clue what a virgin margarita was, and when we explained there was no alcohol in a virgin drink, he slapped his hand to his forehead and gave us a disgusted “Aye yai yai” shaking his head at the crazy gringos. My only complaint about ordering a margarita of this type in a restaurant is that they bring it out in a boring water glass, not the cool margarita glass that inspires the Mexican Hat Dance. Hence, I make them at home with my own fancy glass (pink, no less) and dance to my heart’s content – less awkward for the waiter that way. I actually bought margarita salt, but found quickly that it’s pretty much kosher salt in a plastic fiesta container, so save the money and use kosher. I’ve seen a margarita recipe that adds in grapefruit juice, but haven’t tried it yet. Sounds scrumptiously refreshing, though, I’m thinkin’. Thanks, Alli at An Alli Event for this easy recipe, complete with fancy glasses.
Yummy. Little drink umbrellas required. Call the cabana boy. ‘Nuff said. Couldn’t find a more straightforward website when searching out non alcoholic frozen drink recipes than Non Alcoholic Frozen Drink Recipes.
I had to add this one in because we had a cute set of twins (not mine, though they are stinkin’ adorable) at our party who loved everything Harry Potter. I wasn’t as excited about this drink, but wanted to make everyone happy. Turns out I’m quite the fan of Butterbeer! Really, though, who wouldn’t be a fan of marshmallow creme in a drink? And the girls said this recipe was even better than the drinks at Harry Potter World. Take that, Aberforth. Toni over at Design Dazzle has the setup for a complete Potter Party, complete with adorable Butterbeer labels.
This is unequivocally my favorite frozen drink of all time. And that coco lopez needed for the recipe? Nectar of the gods, I’m telling you. It’s not that easy to find in the store if you don’t know what you’re looking for. It comes in a little blue can; I found mine by the drink mixers and club soda. This baby transports you to the Islands – make it and just try to refrain from the hula, I dare you. Those crazy kids at Just a Pinch have this recipe for your pleasure.
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What’s the best sale you’ve ever scored? Up till recently, I was very proud of my Old Navy 48 cent t-shirt deal, but I think I may have trumped it! And trust me – this may be life-culminating, unable to be topped. I was browsing Michaels a couple weeks before Christmas when I saw a big sunburst mirror on a six dollar clearance shelf. Six bucks?? Sign me up! I’ve kept my eyes open for one of these lovelies for a while, but was never willing to pay the premium amounts. Naturally there was no price marked on the mirror or anything like it in the clearance section so I decided to take a chance and put it in my cart.
As I headed for checkout I prepped myself for the clerk’s hysterical laughter when I explained my mirror’s six dollar resting place, but my pride was willing to take one for the team. The clerk, it turns out, was very nice and squelched her amusement when I explained where I found my unmarked mirror. As her red laser gun scanned the barcode, a look of confusion appeared. She assured me all was well, and she proceeded to scan again with the red laser gun. After the same apparent result, she proclaimed the need to contact her manager about the price. My curiosity had almost overtaken my hope for a good deal by this time. I was already justifying the amount she would tell me and having the “Look how much money I saved you” talk with my hubs in my mind. After a brief conversation, my clerk shrugged her shoulders and announced the price on my glorious sunburst mirror was unfortunately not six dollars like I had hoped. It. Was. A. Penny. Yep, you read correctly, folks. A penny. And her manager told her to sell it for the price in their system. Which was a penny. Did you get that or should I brag some more?
After picking my jaw up off the floor and hugging the lady buying yarn next to me, I sincerely thanked my clerk – by this time I was the one near hysterical laughter, not her like originally expected. And then I danced out of Michaels, deal-of-a-lifetime mirror in tow. I knew the wall I wanted to showcase this prize on, only the mirror was painted a distressed cream and my walls are still a very boring and dingy need-to-be-updated white. Cue Tinkerbell’s magic chimes – spray paint to the rescue! I’m in the process of changing colors in my kitchen to turquoise and green, (see my kitchen printable here) and my hot little mirror would look that much hotter with some turquoise love and a side of bronze glaze.
I have a very high tech painting station in my garage – the big box from a Father’s Day Barbeque lets me spray paint without getting paint on things not needing paint. Might want to read that again. Anywho, enter Rust-oleum’s Painter’s Touch in Seaside and we’re in business.
Not willing to leave well enough alone, I gotta dirty up this bright turquoise – the lengths we go to make something new look like you found it on the side of the road, right? With a foam brush, paint on the bronze – I used DecoArt Metallics in Rich Espresso.
I gave it a second or two, then grabbed a paper towel and started wiping. I love that bronzey, antiquey look it creates, not to mention those amazing adjectives, eh? I started with the edges, but ended up getting bronze happy and went over most of the surface. There were a couple stubborn spots that stayed shiny and wouldn’t take any of the bronze, and as I kept adding color (because the twelfth time’s a charm) the areas around that blasted shine got more and more brown. Gah! Looked like a mirror you wouldn’t even pay a penny for at this point. I was thinking I’d have to go back to the
drawing board painting station and start again.
With nothing to lose, I grabbed a sanding block and went to work, first on those stubborn shiny spots, then on the areas of concentrated brown. Oh, that little sanding block miracle, I tell ya. Not only did it take care of the areas that were causing insanity, it also started showing some of the original cream on the edges and distressed spots that came on the mirror. My revulsion quickly morphed into a love affair with this turquoised, bronzed, sanded with really cool old cream edges showing through penny mirror.
So here’s the finished product, minus the reflection of the US Women’s Soccer Team playing Canada on the tv or my hubs trying to photo bomb. He’s a hottie, but just didn’t go with the motif.
I’m so happy with this baby that I’ve turned into Narcissus, checking out my mirror every five minutes.
We’ve always loved lettuce wraps – been a favorite of ours for years. This recipe is the tweaking and combination of two or three that I’ve tried and my family likes it better than a favorite Chinese joint we’ve P.F.requented (HA get it?). There are some funky ingredients, but once you buy them, they’ll last for a good many wraps!
My husband has never been a “sweets” kinda guy. Sweet, definitely. Candy, not so much. A couple years ago I searched the world over to find a gift that he would appreciate. Calling all meat varieties!
Valentines Day 2011 was the year of the jerky bouquet. I went to Safeway and bought just the greenery for a bouquet – cost me less than ten dollars. Then I picked up a dozen jerky sticks and taped them to skewer sticks. He was one happy camper, even having just come in from the torrential downpour that is Oregon in February.
Apparently I hit the Lame-O button for 2012, because neither of us can remember his gift! It wasn’t great enough to remember, but on the other hand, it didn’t blow so badly that he has nightmares about that horrific Valentines Day in 2012. I’m a glass-half-full kind of girl.
V-Day 2013 returned to the carnivore theme – a bacon bouquet. Right?! I bought a couple silk flower bouquets from the Dollar Tree and took the flowers off. Meanwhile, I wrapped the uncooked bacon around itself, tightly at first, then a little looser. I put two toothpicks in crossways at the bottom of the roll to secure it. Then I put the rolls (toothpicks on the bottom) in the oven at 350 degrees for around 25 minutes, give or take, checking it often. When the bacon was fully cooked and cooled, I removed the toothpicks and stuck the bacon roses to the plastic flower part and created his new favorite flower – the Bacorose. For a more visual tutorial, check out Our Best Bites.
I’m still working on this year’s gift idea. I mean, how do you top Bacoroses? Eau de Bacon? Sorry, not even in the name of love.
Printables have become my new obsession. I find them all over Pinterest. I make notes during church meetings when I hear something that touches me or I zone out receive personal inspiration. I jot down movie quotes (the main method of communication in my family). But what to do with all these amazing sayings? By now I have enough to wallpaper my main floor, and as much as I hate my walls, I’m not thinking this is the look to pursue – a little too Footloose circa 1984 “we call it The Yearbook” for me.
Our church’s Young Women’s organization came up with a brilliant gift they give to graduating seniors. Grab a cute 8×10 frame and pick 12 of your favorite inspiring printables – Staples will print them for 49 cents each. Put them all in the frame, then the lucky recipient can change the look every month. Brilliant, right? Just before I was released from YW I scored one of these beauties for Christmas – WOOT! Find this gem by the talented Nikki at ldsprintables.com.
Lindsay, my most clever second daughter (picked up on that non-favoritism favoritism, didn’t you?), gave me a 5×7 frame for Christmas filled with some fun holiday printables for the year. Presto change-o, instant built-in holiday decoration! The girls at one of my favorite blogs, eighteen25, offer all of these goodies in one spot. Click here to get yours!
Something else you can do to display these nuggets of wisdom (or sarcasm as in my case) is to modge podge the print onto almost any surface. I found the ugliest canvas ever discovered at Goodwill – it was painted black with 3 white machine guns stenciled onto it. A little too 2nd Amendment decor for me… I had a snarky saying to display in my kitchen, so I played around in Photoshop and ran down to Staples to have an 11×17 printed for less than a dollar. Modge podged my snark onto the scary gun canvas, and voila! Sarcastic goodness displayed for all who enter Leisa’s kitchen for less than 2 bucks. Makes me smile every time I look at it.
Feel free to download my printable here so you can warn those in your own kitchen.
And then check out my Obsession Printables on Pinterest. Those dishes will still be there in 30 minutes. Or 3 hours.
Everyone remembers their first time. Setting the mood, getting the space arranged perfectly, wanting to get everything just right. This is my first blog post. Wait, what were you thinking??
Anyway… I’ve been working on the idea of my blog for a few months now. I’m pretty computer savvy, but I knew NOTHING about blogging and the work that goes into developing that gorgeous webpage you happen to stumble upon while eating Häagen Dazs one night. And WordPress? Don’t even get me started. In fact, my first trial run posts were a couple whiny sentences about how WordPress makes me want to hurl and do violent things. It’s okay to rant and rave online to yourself, right? It was just a test to see how posting a blog entry worked, then they were deleted. I was unaware, however, that these rants were posted to my Twitter account (shameless plug: http://twitter.com/thatgirlleisa) and one of my daughters LIKED IT. Sheesh. So much for my perfect launch into the blogging world…
I finally figured out some of the design elements for my page, made friends with WordPress, and worked on it to get every tiny detail just perfect. But posting stuff? No, it wasn’t quite ready yet. My son would tease during a meal or when I was working on a project, “Mom, what a great idea for a blog post!” I was letting fear stop me from just diving in and doing what I love to do. I wanted perfection from the beginning, but who am I kidding? I’m the least perfect person I know. I’m the girl who loves to see the chaotic piles and screaming kids just to the left of the picture of the pristine, newly-designed family room. My house is a sty messy sometimes. My furniture is old and doesn’t match. I walk by Pottery Barn just to get a whiff of the loveliness, but that’s all I can afford. I actually have some amazing recipes, but don’t passionately love to cook. I have great ideas but crappy follow-through, as evidenced by my hoarder’s garage. Perfect, schmerfect… I’m not waiting anymore. I’m diving in, even though my social media buttons don’t make me squeal – great, you just looked at my social media buttons, didn’t you?
So here it goes – my first time. Once I let go of the pressure and got rolling, it’s been surprisingly great. Now I can’t wait till the next time, and the next after that. Wait, is your mind going somewhere else again? I just knew we’d be friends.