I love my neighborhood mom group. My neighborhood is really unique, in that is is very old-time community-esque. I guess I haven’t really talked much about my house – so I’ll save that for another time, but regardless: I love it. The mom group has a facebook page, and that is how I found my new book club.
We read Ender’s Game last month, and I hosted it at my house. There were 8 of us, and I am now the proud owner of 6 bottles of wine… lol. Wine’s not really my cup of tea, so whenever I host I usually end up saving it to open up when my husband’s family comes over, regift it, or use it in cooking. But… not the point.
So I spent a lot of time cleaning my house today. Pause.
Yesterday my daughter had a death wish. I was in the bathroom for 2 minutes. 3 minutes MAX. I knew it was too good to be true – that my toddler was letting me pee in the bathroom by myself. But I didn’t question it and enjoyed the restroom respite. Then I went down stairs. Then I wanted to cry and run away at the same time.
Unpictured are the marks on every single appliance, magnets, toys, bags, a spatula, the island, the pantry doors, the kitchen table, and her clothes.
So once I was sure I could look at Ginny without experiencing irrational anger we got into the car to drive to Target to get some magic erasers.
She definitely understood that Mommy is upset (still… a day later…) but thankfully I handled it gracefully, and she only spent some good time on the bottom step. I don’t think the punishment suited the crime, but she did have to help scrub and got her legos taken away. Of course – no legos is punishment for everyone, as it’s her favorite and most engaging toy.
So today was mostly tidying around the house, finding more marker marks, cleaning the floors, rearranging chairs, and cooking yummy food.
We chatted for a bit, Ender’s Game was not the best book I’ve ever read. I can see why people like it, but I found it difficult to get in to.
No in depth analysis here. I’m actually not a big fan of reading. I get headaches and have a hard time following long storylines when I read it myself. But I’ve worked out a system:
B-man reads to me, while I knit. Unfortunately I find his voice so soothing that I often end up falling asleep mid-chapter.
But it’s been a good night. I didn’t want to deal with cleaning up after a fire, so I collected a bunch of candles from round the house and stuck them all in there. Kind of silly, but it does add a nice ambiance.
I served a cheese platter with Gouda and peppered cheddar (so yummy!) along with turkey summer sausage, grapes, strawberries, and rosemary/olive oil triscuits. Then I also did a little pinterest-adventuring. So… I’ll start here: the original pin. It was just picture. The link was a dead end and came with no further instructions.
I mean… it looked simple enough. So off to Wegman’s I went. They have really delicious asiago/artichoke dip at Wegman’s, so I thought I could substitute that for the spinach dip. But… when I got there I found that the dip was $6 for a small container. So I hoped on my phone and found a recipe for asiago artichoke dip. I used this recipe as a jumping off point. My recipe looked more like this:
2 – 10 oz jars of marinated artichoke hearts
4 cloves of garlic
3.5 cups shredded asiago cheese
2 cups finely shredded mild cheddar cheese
1 cup mayo
1 cup whole milk plain yogurt
garlic salt & pepper to taste.
I forgot about the lemon juice.
I combined the first two ingredients in my stand mixer with the paddle attachment. It broke the pieces up really well. Then I added everything else. Mix, mix, mix. Assemble as picture. Then I just had to guess. I baked it at 425 degrees F, for about 30 minutes (I just it at 20 and twisted it around so it would brown evenly.
My biggest mistake was using store-bought pie crust. I make a mean pie crust. It’s delicious, and I love making it. I wish I had just made it. But I was trying to be chill and not put too much stress on myself. The store bought crust was too thick, and not pliable. All was going well. Circle of dip, bunch of dip in the middle, top pie crust, bowl over the middle, fork the edges closed, cut the slices and… I couldn’t turn the pieces on their sides without ripping the pie dough. So… mine was just flat. It worked out fine though. I cut the pieces so that they could be picked up easily, and the store bought crust was still pretty yummy. Works either way, might be prettier if made with a homemade crust.
I also served hot caramel apple cider. I’m sharing that recipe in a later post. It’s my new favorite holiday treat.