I’ve been taking my sweet time reading through The Happiness Project, and my note-taking has finally caught-up to my progress in the book. Last time, I wrote about how much I liked Chapter One, about boosting your energy. I’m still not going to bed earlier, but I feel like all the principles Gretchen mentions are on repeat in my brain. After I return from my weekend trip in a few days, I’ll be itching to start on my list of nagging tasks and our porch project! Continue reading “spread a little love (or, THP: Chapter Two)”
Now that’s something I haven’t made in, oh, since we lived in our first APARTMENT in Ohio… Guess I’m not a big fan, huh? I think it’s because my mom’s monkey bread always came out a little burned and the pieces (except for those few cherished center ones) came out really hard and crunchy. (Andrew said the same thing, so it must be normal.)
Anyway, last week Andrew asked–no, begged–for monkey bread and I said I’d see what I could do.
While I love to make bread, I don’t normally get up so early that I would have dough already risen and ready to go into the oven before he even leaves for work, at least not these days. So, I cheated and bought the frozen bread dough at Tops. (Apparently you can use canned biscuits for an even quicker version.)
Forgive the picture. Andrew snapped it quickly to send to his sisters (what a nice brother, bragging to them that he got monkey bread and they didn’t…) and I hadn’t anticipated blogging about our breakfast. Not sure why the dough looks yellow… Reason number 506 that I can’t WAIT for our new house: LOADS of natural light!
Anyway, I hadn’t a clue how long it would take to bake or in what proportions I would mix the cinnamon and sugar, so I Googled. I found Pioneer Woman’s recipe and it looked slightly different than what I’d made the last time, so I thought I’d give it a whirl. I’m glad I did–Andrew said it was the best he’d ever had. Must be the butter and brown sugar mixture you cook and then pour over the top. No, people, this is not health food. Not one bit.
And before I leave you, I simply must tell you the story of how Andrew made monkey bread that time long ago in our apartment (well before blogging, but oh, that would have made a great post!)…
Here’s the scene: I come down the stairs to the kitchen to find him standing in front of the stove (one of those with the four coil burners on the top), on one side of the stove top was a bowl of melted butter and the dough pieces, and on the OTHER SIDE of the stove top was the bowl of cinnamon sugar. I watched him take a piece of dough, dunk it in the melted butter (the way I assumed monkey bread was made until I read PW’s post) and DRIP DRIP DRIPped across the stove to the cinnamon and sugar bowl, and then DRIP DRIP DRIP[ed back across the stove top to the Bundt pan. I still remember the horrified gasp I let out when I saw the mess he was making.
It’s funny now, but I still wonder how someone with THREE degrees (two of them in Engineering!), does the things he does and still makes it through the day. Guess we’re all good at different things, huh? Now that I type that, I think that’s what 6.5 years of marriage has taught me; I love him, despite his “imperfections,” just like he loves me, despite mine. And oh, I have some imperfections! (Mine just don’t include making messes…)
I love you, honey, and I was so happy to make you that special breakfast today 🙂
Now, you wouldn’t necessarily think that this is a fantastic present, given by a hubby who actually listens (most of the time, anyway), but it was 🙂
A box of Mini-Clif Bars and a beautiful Papyrus card!
Andrew has taken to having a Clif Bar in the afternoons before his workout, and really likes the Crunchy Peanut Butter flavor. I don’t typically eat a lot of pre-packaged stuff, but it’s nice to have a few on-hand for those times when you have to eat-and-run (literally or figuratively) or when I need to pack a snack that I can’t keep cold. My bar of choice lately has been Luna Bars (lower calories), but now that the energy bar companies have smartened-up (just like everyone else and their ‘100-calorie packs’), I can enjoy Clif Bars without feeling like I’ve eaten almost a whole meal in one!
Anyway, (I’m getting to the part in which this was a present) just the other day I was commenting (apparently within earshot of Andrew–I specify because more often than not, I just talk to myself all day anyway, so I never quite know what I’ve told him and what I haven’t…) that I should start keeping snacks in my car for those times when I’m STARVING after class or something, but won’t be home any time soon. I’m one of those “hungry-angry” people, so solving this problem benefits everyone with whom I come into contact.
I hadn’t even had a chance to write down “mini-energy bars” on my shopping list when Andrew came home the other night and presented me with a giftbag (complete with tissue paper and all!) and card, just to say “I love you.” Yes ladies, swoon away… I may have a pretty frugal husband, but he knows my love language is gifts and strives to show me often.
In fact, he even splurges on Papyrus cards (I have a thing for fine stationery) that are beautiful, just because he knows I appreciate that little extra ‘pizazz.’
So, (now that this has totally turned into a ‘let’s brag on Andrew’ post), just wanted to share about my sweet surprise and how much I’m looking forward to “never go[ing] hungry again!” Alright, from what movie is that quote taken???
Happy Friday, all!