Torteggas

I have started and stopped writing this post fifteen different times.  I’ve written as much as five paragraphs and then deleted the whole thing.  I am, you might say, distractable and distracted.  My children keep bursting in through the doors yelling crazy things at me. (Because apparently my children have given up speaking in favor of [Read On]

Tub-stoppers (English Muffins with fried eggs and Canadian Bacon)

Without straining the gray matter too much, you might’ve guessed that I don’t haul five kids out to eat breakfast in restaurants very often.  Leaving aside the expense of the endeavour, can you even imagine me getting them all ready to go BEFORE I’ve been sufficiently caffeinated?  Or before they’ve actually eaten?  Because my kids [Read On]