We interrupt this regularly scheduled blog...

To briefly announce that, DAMN, I'm a good cook!

Apparently, my Stuffed Chicken Marsala is *better* than the one they serve at Olive Garden.  Woo yeah!

Not to mention last week's homemade Portabello Fettuccini Alfredo.  Mmm.

Now I have to expand...  Ya see, when it was just the three of us in our apartment, cooking large, hours-consuming meals just *wasn't worth it* since I just don't DO well with leftovers for days... and hello?!  I'm LATVIAN.  I can NOT cook for a small family.  It's been taken out of my DNA.  Those of us with roots along the Baltic Sea feel that we must feed the entire neighborhood... or at least prepare enough in case, oh, I don't know, a wandering troop of SOLDIERS appears on our doorstep - starving from days without food.  Seriously.  I will have to find a photo of the *typical* spread at a family party.  YIKES.

Anyways... now that there are more mouths to feed (and more bodies to add poundage to), I'm getting into some pretty downright GOURMET cuisine.  Even when we slack on dinner around here, it usually consists of grilled steak and baked potatoes.  LOL

Does anyone have any REALLY good recipes they'd like to share?  Or else, I'll be kneeling on the kitchen floor, waist-deep in the pantry, cooking up combinations in my head until DAWN.  =P

Eating on the Run...

This is Greyson's favorite method of consumption. Apparently, it is WAY too much to ask that his jaws work without his little legs simultaneously running around the room.

And once he sits down again? Yep, he stares at the food, only to cave and take another bite... and those legs start twitching again until he slips out of his chair before we can tell him to stop.

I'm thinking there might be some wiring loose somewhere... ya know, like there's a short making him have to be physically MOVING in order to get the food going.

But then. that doesn't explain why he eats an approximate 3.5847395734 times more food WHILE AT THE GROCERY STORE than he *ever* eats at home. Literally, he will REFUSE breakfast if he knows that we are headed out shopping afterwards. We have resorted to *spelling* a LOT of things around here... and even then? He usually knows what we're talking about. Damn you, Super Why!!

Does anyone else have a child that has an INSTANT metabolism - to the point where the second the food hits their tongue, it's converted into MAD energy? *sigh* Because I do. Ugh.