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Olas & Chanclas Churro Bites

I was home on Feb. 14 because my older girls didn’t have school due to President’s Day weekend and daycare was closed for my younger two. So I worked from home while my kids ran around the house, rode their Razors, made a pirate ship in the front yard and then waited eagerly as I strapped the 4-month-old baby to me in the Bjorn, threw the 21-month-old tornado into the stroller and shepherded them out the back gate and into town for a frozen yogurt treat.

My plan was to pick up filets at the local butcher and surprise the hubs with a yummy meal. Even though I hate Valentine’s Day, I still like to surprise him with something special (usually it’s just something sweet I’ve baked — never do I spend money on anything of no practical use and he knows I’ll punch him in the face if he strays from this agreement). However, I didn’t notice the guy behind the meat counter putting the Flinstone-esque double-cut filets into the butcher paper. So, basically, SEVENTY DOLLARS later, instead of just FIVE steaks I had TEN. I figured, well, we haven’t splurged in a while, and it couldn’t be much more than when we take the whole family out for pizza (I won’t break down the bill for you, just keep in mind that we walk to the restaurant and mommy and daddy enjoy a few libations). Although my children love to eat filet (because, frankly, who doesn’t?!), we were now going to be eating steak for who knows how many days straight. Lesson learned: Let the hubs buy the steak and stick to the sweet stuff. But I digress …

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Wassail Recipe: A Hot Toddy punch that keeps you nice and cozy during the winter months.

My mom’s old coffee percolator. When she offered it to me I knew I needed it for one thing and one thing only: WASSAIL!

OK, so I’m sure you’re thinking, “No, not really, Wendy. I don’t need a coffee percolator. A 12-cup Mr. Coffee (or for you upscale fancy schmancy folks, a Keurig) works just fine, thank you very much.”

I totally get it. I balked at first. I knew the hubs would argue we’d have nowhere to store it (true!) and when we have parties our guests don’t exactly look for a fresh-brewed cup o’ joe because we’re consuming wine, beer or cocktails. But when I explained to him that this was the magic Wassail machine, he quickly did an about face and told me to throw it in the back of the car.

I can’t remember how long ago that was. What I do know is that when it’s cold and rainy and usually Thanksgiving or Christmas time (though not this past year because it was too warm for such Hot Toddy goodness), our good ol’ buddy my mom was so nice enough to pass down to us gets pulled down from the garage rafters (now from the upper cabinets — today was the first time I didn’t have to check for rat poop! but I digress …) and put to use.

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