Today the husband and I are in CT, doing a little holiday celebrating with the folks on my side of the family. I was supposed to write this post in the car ride down…
But then we got on the road, I remembered what horrible motion sickness I get sometimes, and then my body remembered how it thinks of car rides as soothing lullabies, and I soon found myself with no post and a wicked neck cramp.
Best laid plans, right? So instead I write to you in the morning. Which is really more of my time. I would never consider myself a morning person if you asked, but this job of mine is quickly turning that around, especially on the weekends.
Waking up at 7 (but still considering it sleeping in) has its perks. Last weekend I made eggnog pancakes for the hubby (though I’m pretty sure I just wanted to make pancakes one morning and he happened to come downstairs and ask for some…)
But sometimes I like to shake it up a bit in the morning, and the concept of oatmeal cakes intrigues me. I can’t stand regular oatmeal (the consistency…um, no thanks) but, bake it into a little cake in a muffin pan with some brown sugar and apple slices? Hello awesome breakfast.
One Year Ago: Pulled Pork
Adapted from Munchin’ with Munchkin