You can also bake corn bread in a small, cast iron skillet.

It was a perfect day for going outside: Sunny, 30 degrees and no wind at all.

The kids and I put on our gear and went to the park where we spent an hour rolling around in the snow, sliding, swinging and digging in the "snow box."

Then we came back and I made hot chocolate. I should really make brownies and it would be perfection.

I don't know how to make corn bread!

You don't HAVE to have corn bread with chili. I never make it with chili because I am lazy and figure that I've already made ONE thing; I'm not making two. (Despite the fact that "making" chili is just opening cans and such, emptying them into the crock pot, stirring well, and then putting the lid on and walking away.)

Making one new thing (i.e., the chili) is enough for you for one meal, I think. For people who love to cook, they can make all kinds of new shit and revel in it. But I don't try more than one new thing at any given meal, since I am not one of those people who loves to cook.

Although the box of Jiffy corn bread IS really easy to make. And if you have a bread loaf pan, you can make all kinds of stuff and impress people (like beer bread -- 3 ingredients, easy-peasy, and people will be like, "Man, you can BAKE?!?").

I only use boxed jiffy. I love that they order you "DON'T STIR TOO MUCH!"

Ok, I'll be lazy!

Mmm, cornbread.

I remember the dining halls in college would make cornbread AND then set out apple butter to go with it (a STELLAR combination, IMO).

Except for the times the dining hall cooks got bored or something and made jalapeno corn bread but didn't identify it as such. (1) I hate jalapeno anything, and (2) apple butter on jalapeno corn bread is not as good as you might think.

Okay. Have to shower and go buy dog beds and groceries.

I love that they order you "DON'T STIR TOO MUCH!"

In her recipe for pie crust, the Pioneer Woman exhorts you to "don't beat the tar out if it!" Love.

Since I wiped up the weird inky black stuff and righted the olive jar, there appears to be no new liquid, so I am thinking Olive juice. It did not mell or feel like oil-- it was more like what I imagine thoe ink squirting octupi to squirt or something.

I just spent a half an hour doing a beginner tap dancing video, and mad I am out of shape-- my calves got really hurty. I did this without tap shoes-- do we think my downstairs neighbor would have to kill me if I started tapping with tap shoes in my kitchen?

It was a perfect day for going outside: Sunny, 30 degrees and no wind at all.

Lucky. It's raining here, enough that the walk I promised myself I would take before buckling down to work turned into "yeah, I don't think so" before I got more than 10 yards from the door.

> do we think my downstairs neighbor would have to kill me if I started tapping with tap shoes in my kitchen?

Speaking as someone who once lived under a tapper/clogger, I'ma say yes.

Clothes folded and put away. Receipts not entered, but that will have to wait until after church, methinks.

Speaking as someone who once lived under a tapper/clogger, I'ma say yes.

This is what I thought. I wonder if I tapped in the attic (above my apartment) if it would dampen the sound enough for her on the first floor. I haven't tapped since high school, but it seems to be the only form of physical exercise that I enoy and is semi-practical (I enjoy cross-country skiing as well, but almost impossible for a single woman in the city without a car. And you can only do it when there is enough snow.). I mean, I enjoy things like hop-scotch and jumpr roping rhymes, too, but those also seem like they would annoy my downstairs neighbor unless I did them outside, in which case, I think the men in white coats would be coming to take me away.

Speaking of childhood exercise things, my boss got an "exercise" hula hoop a while back, and got it delivered to the office, so of course we all tried it. It was so fun! I should get one of those.