yogurt a-go-go

 a couple of weeks ago, during teacher appreciation week at the preschool, one of the parents brought us each a lovely breakfast of  a yogurt parfait in a happy mason jar. since i work as an assistant, much of the days is scrambling from one room to the next so i was not able to breakfast on the jar of delicious. i did remember to bring it home and after it traveled along on a few errands it was not nearly as pretty when i got it home as it was in the morning.

i'm not really the biggest fan of sweet yogurt. i like it in my smoothies and as a savory side of raita but never quite befriended it partied up with fruit and such. but how could i refuse a gift in a jar? an edible gift no less...so i plopped down on sofa and dipped my spoon into the gooey mess and became enraptured with what i feasted on. this was the most amazing breakfast for lunch EVER!

the following week, i had a chance to wax poetic over the pretty parfait and the creator laughed and told me of the great battle she battled to craft something both tasty and pretty.

after picking up all the ingredients for home...

it is safe to say...

i am hooked.

**it really was quite pretty in the jar with all the layers splendidly separate. the first parfait i made at home was in a jar and far from pretty. man, it takes skill to layer up yogurt in a jar.

do cloud pillows go to cloud pillow heaven?

 I had become quite attached to my cloud pillow. It replaced hippo even on our short overnights to L.A. (yup, I am a pillow hugger). It had even made it through a successful wash a handful of times. Sure it came out a bit lumpified but all it needed was a little tender lovin' and a bit o' pillow plumpin' and all was right with my happy little cloud.

The last time it went through the wash a seam split and so I hastily whipped it up with a dose of blue thread and gently added it to yesterday's wash on a gentle cycle.

Upon lifting the lid to retrieve the mister's clean socks and such, I was greeted with a most shocking site (and I must admit, after my initial scream I may have fallen to the floor in laughter). Rest well dear cloud pillow. I hope that your successor is made of tougher stuff(ing).

well that didn't last long

crackle, crackle...

pop!

i was sitting on the sofa (pics soon, i promise) watching bad cable television on dvd. i had another growing pile of unhappy tissues piling up at my side when suddenly i hiccupped.

and with a pop, my ear cleared.

i can hear again!

now if only i can get my nose to stop drip, drip, dripping.

crackles upon crackles

i've been drifting through the past two weeks in a muffled cloud of sniffs and snorts. my ears have been as clogged as the sniffer and i keep hoping they will clear soon so i can have at least that sense back. there are crackles. lots of crackles and the only thing loud is my own voice in my head. ick.

it never ends. i'm still in a tango with allergies. i know, still? yadda yadda yadd allergies...balh blah blah allergies...i am 41 years old and it seems in the throes of the longest allergy attack ever. my whole life it seems. one would think i was used to it but sadly i'm not. this latest siege has had me snurfling like some sort of sad parody of myself. i have gone through more boxes of tissue than i care to think about and the neti pot and i are on the outs. for the passed two weeks my ears have been filled with imaginery cotton and i walk around tilting my head at an angle as i questionably ask everyone "Eh?" crackle, crackle.

sigh. i've said it before, i'll say it again. i feel old. and whiney. whiney and old. and snurfley.

i sound like edith ann. i mean my voice actually sounds like hers. all i need is an enormous rocking chair. tee-hee.

so for the past few weeks i have been clutching tissue in my hands and stuffing all my pockets. i find strays in the wash and scattered bits in the bed like alien creatures who have succumbed to the sniffer. i have looked longingly at the food everyone is eating around me and wish i could taste, taste, taste. oh to enjoy a cup of tea in the morning. all i get is a crackle here and a crackle there. no tea. just crackles.

instead, i blow my nose and lecture the drips. i sniff and snort and hide out as i am a snurfled mess. i nod my head as if i can hear what people are saying and i count the days until i can visit another doctor and begin another round of evil meds.

other than the misery of this cloud i am in, i have nothing else to complain about (well...that's not exactly true, i'm still quite unhappy about that other big thing i am dealing with) and life is good. the casa is a mess but life is good.

then i made pie pops

 

 

 

 

 

 with strawberry or cherry jam...the cherry jam was/is divine! what else can i make with it?