Hussicots: Raisins and other scary things

Last night I had a nightmare. I dreamt I was eating chocolate peanuts and only when I had some in my mouth did I realize there were chocolate raisins in with them. The scary part was that I kept eating them *shudder*.

I'm having a lot of fun with cooking lately. I watch cooking shows on tv when I'm feeding Sage during the night. I've also recently chosen to watch them during the day when there's nothing else on. I like learning tips on how to do stuff and it's shown me that some things I thought were hard or never would have tried are actually not that difficult. For instance I saw the Barefoot Contessa make some spinach and feta phyllo pastry rolls, and I decided to make something similar for my cousin's baby shower I'm going to tomorrow. (Yay for Wendi due in November!) I just finished them, and tasted one that didn't quite turn out to be a triangle. Instead of rolls I made triangles stuffed with the cheese and spinach mixture. It was yummy. Because I want to cook like they do on tv, I decided I needed a large wooden spoon like everyone who's on tv does. I saw it in the PC grocery store downtown and had to have it. The cashier asked me if I had naughty kids at home when she saw it. She explained that she'd been beaten by her parents with a wooden spoon when she was a kid. She was laughing and smiling when she said it, but I think she never really got over that pain. I told her I wanted it for cooking, not beating. I've also been eyeballing some other kitchen utensils that I don't have. If someone were to ask me what I wanted for Christmas, *ahem hem* they would be told that I want a rolling pin, a whisk with a good handle, a cake mixer (the kind with its own bowl if you're rich enough, the hand-held kind if I'm not in fantasy land) a good cutting board, measuring cups that nestle together up to one cup, and maybe some chop sticks.

I make me laugh.

Here are some pictures for y'all. Such a happy sleeping baby! He smiled at me on his six weeks birthday. A real smile, not just a gas-induced one. He had been crying half-heartedly in bed one morning, and when I leaned down and smiled into his face, he looked me in the eyes and smiled right back. It was such a great moment. I've been wishing to get a picture of his smiles, but so far he won't do it long enough for me to grab the camera. These happy faced sleeping pictures are close. Finally he's not frowning!