A Bedtime Story

Somewhere in the library of Hannah is a small red notebook. If you've arrived at the Nicholas Sparks section, you've gone too far. This book lies somewhere between Pride and Prejudice and Harold and the Purple Crayon. Found it yet? Good! Our story starts here.

It was just like any other typical weekend for Hannah—planless. She was much too tired to go to sleep, and much too bored staying awake! She needed something to do. So she flipped to page 3 and found a recipe for "Boyfriend Brownies". She called them that only because she thinks these would be the quick, easiest, and tastiest to make if she happened to have her [imaginary] beau over. 

People (myself included) often resort to gooey brownie mixes. So don't be alarmed when this homemade batter looks thicker than usual. I promise it will be delicious in the oven.

Hannah melted in the sounds of her favorite music, and dreamed of wearing that perfect dress she'd found to a ball. Soon enough, the beeping timer brought her back to reality, and since there's no sense in waiting for brownies to cool (does anyone actually do that?) she served them up with Tahitian vanilla gelato. Nothing fixes a craving like the way hot chocolate and cold vanilla in your mouth does.

And there we have it. Hannah once again slays boredom, and saves her weekend. Pheewww, that was a close one. The End.

œuf.

Just as with any good story, we start at the cover with the legendary words, Once upon a time...

Remember back when I had such wonderful success with my crêpes!? Yes well, that went so splendidly that I decided another adventure was in order... I like to call this experience "œuf" (which being interpreted means "egg") for that is how the French say it, and they are classy. That being established, let's move on.

My goal was not merely to boil an egg, please, I was going to make a scrumptious egg salad.

Reading about le eggs, and how to boil them to a soft perfection, I learned the secret to success!! (The secret being, a SLOTTED-SPOON! ...Whatever da-heck that means!)

Being completely prepared, (like how Martha ALWAYS is) I set the water to a "ROARING" boil.

And I waited...

And waited...

And waited some more...

Basically all I did was wait from this hour, to this hour:

For the roman-numerally impaired:  12:30-2:36pm

And so, being puzzled and perplexed as to why I couldn't get some water to a ROARING boil, I tore my sister away from her sweet melodies to assist me.

As I continued to pass time until the problem was solved, I opened the cabinet filled with unknown grains and --to say the least-- un-snackable foods....Ah! Doth mine eyes deceive me!? What could be dressed in such a paper of parchment?! BROWNIES!!!

To put simply... I ate dem all. And felt fat. To which a round of 1-2-3 BE-UGLY was in order (and in my mind, long overdue).

Now let me tell you what the problem was. My ROARING boil would NOT come because I could only manage to s'évaporer (meaning, EVAPORATE) my water! It would not roar because it just simmered away! 

Yes, I always win!

At last, the water came to its ROARING boil. With my utensil (which I determined to be thoroughly slotted) I inserted the eggs, one. by. one.

As Martha's book of wisdom told me, if I use a slotted spoon, then it will prevent the egg from cracking. Well... IT LIED. (Unless my roaring boil and slotted spoon were not worthy of such an assignment as this...)

After they had cooked the precise amount of time, the moment for peeling had {FINALLY} come. As Martha said (and we like to do as she does) it is better to gently roll the egg on the counter than to crack it on someones head. Hmpf. The gentle roll of my boiled egg, very quickly turned into ...well, scrambled.

With a starving stomach, I cannot deny a few tears were shed...

My soft boil was in fact so soft, that a tag team composed of a skilled veterinarian  and a rooster, could probably have turned this soft boiled egg into a baby chick.

Suddenly, a glimmer of hope!

Très magnifique! All is not lost! 

Victory is sweet.

And thus we conclude our endeavor. Bon appétit, and jusqu'à la prochaine fois (until next time!)

six months more

Happy 1/2 birthday to me!

(Naturally a celebratory breakfast -cut in halves- was in order ...Cause I'm kind of a big deal.)

Take a Seat -- Make a Friend?

I'm just in this video mood... So... Watch this one. It's great. And it gets better towards the end. Hope it makes you smile!

ALSO, today has been an exceptional day! Today I won my FIRST contest/give-away, and this bad boy is going to be mine....! (It's a journal where you write one line a day every day for 5 years in a row. And the one line can be about ANYTHING!) I decided I'm going to save this for when I get married, and i'll so it with my hubby for the first 5 years of marriage! ...Even if he doesn't do it every day!

And we had a Priest/Laurel etiquette dinner tonight, and it was tons of fun with my friends! (Probably more fun because I didn't get to see any of them last week!)

Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite!

the season of pumpkin

The way to a mans heart is through his stomach; the way to Hannah's heart is through breakfast.

(And this time I think I met the standard kitchen health code by wearing pants... you're welcome!)

Pumpkin Pancakes Recipe

1 1/2 cups milk

1 cup pumpkin puree

1 egg

2 Tbsp. vegetable oil

2 Tbsp. vinegar

2 cups all-purpose flour

3 Tbsp. brown sugar

2 tsp. baking powder

1 tsp. basking soda

1 tsp. ground allspice

1 tsp. ground cinnamon

1/2 tsp. ground ginger

Directions

1. In a bowl, mix together the milk, pumpkin, egg, oil and

vinegar. Combine the flour, brown sugar, baking powder,

baking soda, allspice, cinnamon, ginger and salt in a separate 

bowl. Stir into the pumpkin mixture just enough to combine.

2. Heat a lightly oiled griddle or frying pan over medium 

high heat. Pour or scoop the batter onto the griddle using 

approximately 1/4 cup for each pancake. Brown on both sides

and serve hot.

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{a bright idea}

As I sit here contemplating what this world (specifically my town) really needs, I decided that it is this:

waffle takeout.

(possibly delivered.)

Why would that be such a bad idea?!

Why can't we have someone pitch that idea instead of building more banks and grocery stores?

Even if it were just a waffle truck then this town would seriously be the best place on earth.

....

crêpe

Here's a story {pictures included} of a girls eventful morning which began with waking up... Hannah had slept many hours, was very well rested, and dreamt of sweet nothings.

Upon waking up, her empty tum tum filled her thoughts with food, GLORIOUS food!

{Okay~okay fine, so maybe it went more like this:}

Hannah had hardly slept a wink, and couldn't really make sense of her dreams at all, when she awoke at an early hour to a grumbly stomach and decided that breakfast was a good idea.

So Hannah grabbed her kitchen instruments which resulted in a symphony of awesome on her tastebuds

As she patiently waited to flip~flop her flap~jacks, she pondered the meaning of life and did the no~pants~happy~dance

Besides the fact that she had accidentally flipped her pancake off the griddle and onto the white part under the stove, which then dripped onto the floor and resulted in her stepping in gooey pancake batter and dragging it all over the kitchen ...She was practically a Martha Stewart prodigy! 

It was freaking delicious and an awesssommmmeeee way to start the day! 

Until she saw the sink...

Moral of the story? Eat breakfast no matter how early or late you wake up, or no matter how messy the kitchen gets... Because: 

"If you skip a meal, you over indulge in the next" 

and because people are just grumpy without it.

MoProm {2012}

Sunday a week ago, my best friend and I were in church and were asked if we were going to Mormon Prom on Saturday. We responded with a "ha-ha yeah good one".

*5 seconds later*

Lexie got creatively asked.

I responded, "Well...I'M not going to mormon prom!" 

The following morning with 15 minutes left of seminary, a balloon was sent in to me saying "Will you go to Mormon Prom with me?" I didn't realize that was for me, cause I mean, I already had a previous engagement with my couch and ice cream... But it was...for me. I popped the balloon, and out fell pieces of index cards with letters on each one for me to unscramble.

"S-E-T-H-E-R-S   F-A-R-R-!"

Lex looked at me with a grin and I said, "Well.... Looks like I'm going"

So I obviously had to be creative to respond to him. Creative, yes. My idea, no. (Thank you Pinterest):

NOW the stressing begins. 

5 days till prom and I've got nothin'!

My room liked this by the end of the week:

I know. Gross.

So anyway.

I found a dress, and I was able to make it modest. I also bought like 4 pairs of shoes in this process and the ONE pair I loved with the dress, ended up having a warning on the box that said how in the state of california the chemicals used in the shoe were known to cause cancer, birth defects and other stupid stuff like that. So. I got new shoes. Which ended up giving hundreds of snags in the dress, but oh well!

I love yellow!

"diamonds are a girls best friend!"

the cancerous shoes

Saturday. Day of Prom. 

I remember it well, although it's all a blur. (...no really, most of them were blurry or out of focus)

Because a picture is worth a thousand words, I'll just get to it already. 

SO. WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, Prom:

Thanks Maddy for doing my hair!

Best friend picture with Olivia 

(I would just like to point out how unplanned our dress colors are, and how great they look together. I know. bomb.)

this would have been SUCH a good picture were it not blurry.

Oh my goodness, Sam, you are TOO cute in this one!  Love love love!!

Gahhhh so much cute. Okay. (:

You can't see it, but the rain was terrible.

To quote a friend, "sleeping beauty, belle & cinderella (: "

It was cute because we've all been friends since before the landmark of double digits, and the boys (who are best friends) wanted to ask the girls (who are best friends) so that we could all have lots of fun with our besties.  Aw!

making our pizza to look like justin's face!

I do enjoy this one immensely. 

oh heck yeah

Photo cred for the perfect photo :)

THE END. . . 

ha.

just kidding.

i wouldn't forget the best one:

So much class. (: