It’s been a tough few weeks.  Nothing bad.  Just chaotic, crazy, overwhelming and exhausting.

My cooking (and blog) have suffered tremendously from it.  Come 4pm I just can’t bring myself to cook.  And there just doesn’t seem to be time in the day to post.  I’m sorry for that.  And the craziness should end on November 6th.

That is, if my family survives the next two weeks.

You see, I’m not cooking dinner.  Heck, I don’t even have the energy to warm something up.  We’ve been eating out a lot, bringing in or having my mom cook us something.  And each and every night I am so thankful that I am living with my parents and that they can take care of the little things like making dinner for my kids.

But then, bright-eyed-and-bushy-tailed come 6:30 in the morning, and I’m off making things like pumpkin donuts and Strawberry Pancakes.  Oh ya, and then I crash at 4pm.

 

 

Why do I do this to myself?

Well, when your two fairy-believing daughters ask if the sleep fairy can tell the kitchen fairy to leave the recipe for me because I haven’t been cooking and I must have lost my recipes… well, the guilt was just too much.

Fairy pancakes, you see are laced with berries.  Lots and lots of berries.  And, according to my girls, they need to be tiny so that the fairies can carry them.

This little pancake project was so elaborate in the back story you would not believe it.

But at least the recipe is simple.

And the girls loved it.

And I loved seeing their faces and hearing the story about how I got pixie dust (the secret ingredient) and how Tinkerbell and her kitchen fairy friends would be proud.

Sometimes it’s good to be a little crazy.

{deena}