Adventures in Cooking

[No, this is not another Dairy-free post...promise!]

Last night while cooking supper, I got so much exercise that I just can't not share my new exercise plan with you (I know: double negative, bad grammar... but it just works for this post.)

So, I'm preparing last night's meal. Witt is in the highchair playing quietly, Will is watching a train video that my dad emailed him and Nathan comes into the kitchen. He wants to "see" what's cookin'. So I pick him up and show him everything. Whew! Ok, this kid needs a diaper change! Run, take care of that, wash hands, and back to the stuff on the stove. Three minutes later, Witt begins to act up. I pick him up show him what's cookin' and... whew! This kid needs a diaper change! Run, take care of that, wash hands, back to the stuff on the stove.

As I'm cooking, I decide to also make some spaghetti because Will has been asking for it for three days now and I know there is going to be a struggle over what I am currently making. So, I start the mushroom soup for the spaghetti (yes, mushroom soup for spaghetti). While I'm whisking away at this, I hear Nathan crying far off: "Waaaaa". I can't leave this on the stove, it will scorch, so I let him cry for a bit thinking he'll get over it and move on. Nope. More crying. "Nathan, come to mama!" More crying. I finally decide to run and find him. He's not in the sun room. Not in his room. He's in the bathroom. I open the door. All I see is hands, feet, and a head sticking out of the toilet!!! Fully clothed, he has fallen in butt first! I laughed so hard. I thought about taking a picture, but he was crying and looked pretty cramped in there, plus I had soup on the stove, so I didn't. I just helped him out, washed him down, changed his diaper , changed his clothes and ran back to the kitchen. Everything is good. Finish up the spaghetti and relax. If I can just keep up this exercise routine I'll lose another 5 pounds (and my sanity)!

Jeff arrives home and we eat.

After supper we make a new dessert. It requires tofu and orange zest. Jeff asks if he can help with anything and I tell him that I need him to zest the orange. "Take this tool and scratch the skin of the orange." He looks at me the same way as when he found out that I put cream of mushroom soup in his spaghetti sauce (which happens to be his mother's recipe - and once he learned that, of course it was A.O.K. *wink wink*). Anyway, back to the zest. He starts the zesting and tells me he doesn't know if he's going to try this dessert or not. "Oh, please!" I say very dramatically. (Give me a break!) We throw all the ingredients in blender and voila - frothy orange dessert. The kids and I drink it up! And, yes, Jeff has some, too. It's pretty good, but would taste better with some vanilla ice cream thrown in (of course). It's definitely as dessert we'll do again.

After dessert, I recount the whole Nathan in the toilet incident to Jeff. His first response? "Please tell me you took a picture..."