Sort of looks like a tie to me.  Although with all the leftovers, everybody wins.

No idea why this already posted, but I pulled a technospaz.  It’s supposed to be for tomorrow, but it posted today with tomorrow’s date.  Oh well!

The point of this post is to say that I make a mean apple pie.  That is all.

Have you all noticed that I am doing NaBloPoMo again, for the 4th year in a row?  After posting every day in July, and being told that quantity does not equal quality, I have been trying harder to be interesting and funny this month.  SO interesting, that I already had to delete an entire post due to the fact that it was about oatmeal, and was very boring.  You know the phrase, “You had me at hello?”  Well, I had the opposite feeling about my post.  It was like, “You lost me at: is making steel cut oats with all milk instead of water too decadent?”***  Oatmeal and decadent do not belong in the same sentence.

Then, I forgot I had deleted the post, and when Dave was making his oatmeal today without measuring anything I was like, “Yup – that’s what I was talking about.  Playing fast and loose you with your oatmeal.”   Dave just looked at me.  I sobbed and said, “No one reads my blog anymore.   Not even you.  Boo hoo hoo hoo.”

Then I remembered that I deleted that post and I said, “Never mind.  It’s just weird to me that you don’t measure anything.  Isn’t it always too dry or too watery?”  (and by “watery” I mean “milky”.) Dave said, “No, Goldilocks, it isn’t.”

See what I did there?  I turned a boring post about oatmeal into something mildly interesting.

The end.

*** But can you make steel cut oats with all milk?  I think I don’t like steel cut oats as much because I make my rolled oats with milk.  Steel cut oats recipes are all mostly water with some cream or buttermilk and they taste watery.  GAH. I can’t stop myself from talking about oats.  And trolling for comments.

That is the answer to the question, “What did MetaMegan make for dinner last night?”  You know, the dynamic duo that kids LOVE.  Two things I never would have eaten as a child, but what Luke requested for dinner.  (Given other, various, not much better options.)  I told Luke he had to pick some beans that he liked because I wanted to serve beans more often, and he picked lima beans.   Well, the thing is, his Grandmom made some lima beans this summer that were actually delicious.  (Note to self, get that recipe.)  My lima beans were not as good, and I am not sure what went wrong.  Luke choked his down, Jack ate one, and I scraped the rest off his plate and onto mine.  Good thing, because right after that I dropped a glass into the bowl of lima beans and it shattered.

Everyone cheered.

Thanks Karma!  Here is where I would link to the story about the time everyone cheered when my mom’s meatloaf got dropped coming out of the oven and spilled all over the floor and we got to have McDonalds instead.  But I wasn’t blogging back then and I can’t link to my old diary. Of course, rumor has it, that meatloaf got turned into shepherds pie.  I couldn’t really do the same with the lima beans because of the glass shards.

Oh, and the fish wasn’t good either.

When I can’t remember which cherry tomatoes to plant next year, the answer is Sun Gold.