I know that I've been promising this one for weeks now, and I'm finally up to writing it. We had another baby appointment this week, and we talked a lot about why I'm so very tired and what to do about it. We agreed on some natural remedies before I get tested and see any specialist. I'm on the second day and already feeling so much better. I was able to wash dishes and make cookies today--and it's not yet dinner time. However, this post will be short because I have to go out and vote, and the boys should play outside before the sun sets.
A quick note about the cookies: I haven't made these since before Christmas, and I'm almost surprised that I remember how. I made them because we are going on a trip this weekend and I want some protein filled travel foods. And, since it is Lent, I added a pinch of salt--a pinch is all it takes to adjust the flavor; it's more appropriate for Lent.
So, the cake. There is a small story behind it. I was dealing with some pretty bad exhaustion, and a syndrome called "Mommy-Brain" which is compounded by the pregnancy. I knew that Nick's birthday was in a few days, but I had no idea why I was so insistent on making a cake. I was also really wanting pineapple. Nick had bought such a luxury, but when I got it out I found that it was shredded, not chuncked. That's a little harder to eat as a snack so I asked Thing One if he wanted to help me make a pineapple cake. He was excited and while I was googling a recipe, he dumped the entire can into the mixing bowl.
I found this recipe here, and it was so simple. Thing One had much fun helping me mash the bananas and stir in the flour. I did cut down the amount of sugar in half, and the only nuts I had were slivered almonds, which tasted fine. I had to dig out my bunt pan--it came in a set of bake ware that we got as a wedding gift but never opened. The pan is about ten inches, and a heavyweight, Teflon coated spring form thing--it was about the only thing that would have fit as much batter as this recipe made! So if you do make this, get a big bunt pan, or have two on hand.
I did take pictures, but I can't find them anywhere. I'm sorry. And I've been too tired to take any recent pictures of the boys. But now that I'm starting to feel better, I should be taking more pictures and writing more often.
Zizi
A quick note about the cookies: I haven't made these since before Christmas, and I'm almost surprised that I remember how. I made them because we are going on a trip this weekend and I want some protein filled travel foods. And, since it is Lent, I added a pinch of salt--a pinch is all it takes to adjust the flavor; it's more appropriate for Lent.
So, the cake. There is a small story behind it. I was dealing with some pretty bad exhaustion, and a syndrome called "Mommy-Brain" which is compounded by the pregnancy. I knew that Nick's birthday was in a few days, but I had no idea why I was so insistent on making a cake. I was also really wanting pineapple. Nick had bought such a luxury, but when I got it out I found that it was shredded, not chuncked. That's a little harder to eat as a snack so I asked Thing One if he wanted to help me make a pineapple cake. He was excited and while I was googling a recipe, he dumped the entire can into the mixing bowl.
I found this recipe here, and it was so simple. Thing One had much fun helping me mash the bananas and stir in the flour. I did cut down the amount of sugar in half, and the only nuts I had were slivered almonds, which tasted fine. I had to dig out my bunt pan--it came in a set of bake ware that we got as a wedding gift but never opened. The pan is about ten inches, and a heavyweight, Teflon coated spring form thing--it was about the only thing that would have fit as much batter as this recipe made! So if you do make this, get a big bunt pan, or have two on hand.
I did take pictures, but I can't find them anywhere. I'm sorry. And I've been too tired to take any recent pictures of the boys. But now that I'm starting to feel better, I should be taking more pictures and writing more often.
Zizi
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