Button, Button, Who's got the Button

I found this absolutely cute-licious cookie idea/recipe during a periodic blog-reading binge.   Shortbread button cookies!


The recipe and step-by-step can be found here at forty-sixth at grace.

Try it: Grown-Up S'mores

(note: this is a marshmallow and not cheese)

I just saw a variation on s'mores in a Rachael Ray magazine and am simply dying to try it.

Put a mozzarella ball onto a skewer and toast it over a fire.  When it's good and melty, put a bit of olive tapenade on two whole-wheat crackers and smoosh (very technical term here) the cheese in between.  Doesn't that sound like heaven?!?!?!?   And I can think of a million variations that would be fun to try.

Pour me a glass of wine, throw on some Oscar Peterson, and let's make s'mores!

Ten random loves

I love...

...the small shock of brown/black hair that grows out of the back of my blonde-haired daughter (the same color as her Daddy's hair),

...the scar on my hubby's chin from a bicycling accident,

...red onion on a hot, fresh burger,

...that my house is *almost* ready to put on the market,

...getting a new issue of "Whole Living" magazine in the mail,

...L'Occitane's Honey & Lemon eau d' toilette -- I put it on even before bedtime,

...tin foil -- it's so versatile,

...coffee,

...Maggie Gyllenhaal (does this constitute a girl crush?),

...that I get to see my best friend in just a few days!!!!

Moving and Moved

I'm moving.  Amazingly, I realize that moving is a difficult and challenging process whether you're moving far away, say to Wisconsin or something crazy place like that, or just across town (which may prove just as crazy.)  It's an incremental process, as we are attempting to build a house.  It's also a learning process.  Such an emotional roller coaster.  It has given me a new inkling of understanding of what my best friend must have endured during her move up North.  At the time, we didn't speak as much, only because the absence of one another was sometimes too unbearable.  Every time we did speak and she shared a disappointment or hurdle, I feel that I wasn't able to support her as I should have because I was grieving, and subconsciously a little angry... definitely a little hurt and more than a little judgmental, which I am embarrassed to admit.  It just didn't seem right, that we should be so many miles apart -- the distance of a day -- when we were used to living no more than 4 blocks away from one another.  Our families were so intertwined.  How could this happen?  Time has helped heal those raw emotional scars, even though I miss her as much today as I did two years ago.  But you don't come across best friends every day, so we make it work.  We visit when we can, and when we can't, there's Facebook.  Yes, we'll always have Facebook.  Here's looking at you, Kid.