So Tara's blog got me thinking...I LOVE to share recipes with other women. When someone asks me for a recipe it is one of the highest compliments one could give me, that's just me. "Someone actually liked something I cooked enough to have it again and make it themselves? Happy day!"
So recently I have been wondering about why some women refuse to give out recipes. My stepmother is still wondering about the fudge recipe her grandmother gave to her that doesn't work. This was no accident for sure, my step mom is a wonderful cook and just knows that her grandmother messed it up on purpose. How sad that this recipe, and the memories that came of her making it all those years died with her. And when my step mom recently asked someone if they could exchange recipes sometime the person rudely said she "didn't have time for that sort of thing." So here's my challenge ladies...give out your "secret" recipe. You don't have to give it to me, but give someone the recipe that comforts you more than any other, or one that is just so delectable you just sigh at that first bite. I don't think any of my friends are like this but I had to get that one out. :)
Kaitlyn ate a corn dog for lunch today. I don't know why this is such a big deal, but to me it just is. I gave it to her, stick and all, and she daintily dipped it in ketchup and ate the entire thing. And then when we were in the car today she shouted "It's a truck!" Was that a sentence? Alright I will admit it came out more like "Eesh sha twuck!" but I knew what she meant. All these little things that are so huge right now. I will never get used to how sad it makes me. I know I should be excited, but something in me knows it will never be like this again.
Which brings me to my next topic, (hey I warned you it was random today) the next baby. Still no period and a negative HPT yesterday which makes me think there's no way because with K I took the same kind of test (the $ Tree ones) 2 days before my period was due and got a positive. I was supposed to start yesterday so I would think if I was pregnant I would get a positive by now. And somehow the obsession has died a little. Don't get me wrong we are still trying and I will be thrilled if I was but I am at peace knowing it is not my timing I should be concerned with.