I’m a mom-caller.  You know, one of those girls who calls her momma?  Sometimes, when I call my momma, and she doesn’t answer, I leave her a message to the effect of, “MOM!  I need you!  I need you and you’re not here!!”  She doesn’t take me seriously.  I know this is going to come back to bite me, a la Peter & The Wolfe, but it’s sort of a tradition now, and I don’t think I’ll stop.

ASIDE: Sometimes, when I call her, and she does answer, I sing to her.  Bohemian Rhapsody-style. “Mommmmaaaaaaaaa!  oooOOOooOOOOOO-oooh!”  She loves this, I’m sure of it.

This week, I called my momma, and she answered.  I didn’t sing, but I did confess: I have a baking problem. She asked what my problem was, but that wasn’t what I meant.  I meant, “My name is Mariah, and I have a baking problem.”  On the day in question, I started out by making pancakes.
Baking and #instarecipes
and if I had only stopped there, I would have been fine.  I mean really, they’re ever generally healthy.  Look at that, Honey, some Whole Wheat Flour…  Greek yogurt even!  That’s a decent breakfast.  But I didn’t stop.  Nope.  I kept going.  Next on the list: Chewy Chocolate Molasses Cookies.  I wanted cookies like these, but couldn’t find a recipe, so I adapted from here and here.

Next Post

Let's Make It Easy

Mon Nov 5 , 2012
Sometimes, life is sort of difficult.  Sometimes it’s just plain hard.  Sometimes it’s confusing.  I know personally, I’m constantly trying to figure out if I’m […]
Let's Make It Easy