Shamrocks and Skyliner

Michael O’Shaugnessy visited on Wednesday. He left chocolate gold coins, gummy frogs,

and walked through my breakfast oats.

Ready for April showers.

I am still really enjoying making my disgusting concoctions.

Mom tried to trick me into making a concoction that was actually edible. She thought that melting marshmallows and butter and mixing in rice krispies would be strange enough to appeal to me. I humored her.

I absolutely loved the end result, but I still prefer my recipes.

I’ve been asking The Bigs to ride the Skyliner lift. They mumbled things like no beginner terrain, maybe on a nice day, blah blah blah. Well, I did it. This weekend. And it was meant to be. There was a gnome watching over us (just left of the sign).

As for that intermediate terrain. NO PROBLEM. Here I am getting ready to blow down DSQ.

I was cold at breakfast. Nothing a hat and a blanket help together with a binder clip couldn’t fix.

Nan sent me $5 to share. So buying The Bigs gelato and getting myself one too is sharing, right?

I had lemon and boysenberry sorbetto. YUMMY.

Other things we ate this week (The Bigs are working their way through another cookbook):

Cacio e pepe pasta:

braised seitan with brussels, kale, and sun-dried tomatoes and broccoli polenta:

portabello mushroom burgers with carmelized onions and wilted spinach and baby bok choy with crispy shallots and sesame seeds,

banana nut waffles,

and pumpkin cranberry scones.