Crispy Bread

Aye, yi, yi! This is ridiculously good!

The recipe is here, but for conversion sake I offer this:

6 Tbls sunflower seeds

6 Tbls pumpkin seeds

6 Tbls flax seeds

6 Tbls sesame seeds

6 Tbls oatmeal

2 tsp salt (I only used 1)

1 tsp baking powder

100 ml olive oil (flip side of glass measuring cup shows ml)

200 ml Water

1 cup + 2 T flour

Here is how it is done:

- Mix all ingredients and stir until it is a sticky mass

- Separate dough into three equally sized portions

- Flatten each portion with a spatula onto parchment paper

- Using a pizza cutter, cut the dough into sizes appropriate to crisp bread.

- Place the breads in the oven and bake them for 15 minutes, or until golden, at 400 degrees Fahrenheit

When they are done, let them cool off for a bit before eating, if you can.

To Be This Girl

You have to be able to go from this...

A soccer playing fanatic in pigtails...

To this...

A dancing princess with ribbons in your hair and on your shoes...in four short hours.

And then this happened...

Her Daddy joined her on the stage and the house went wild. Wow, the crowd was instantly on their feet with cheers and shouts and whistles and hoo rahs...and it went on and on and on. So cool. This girl loves her Daddy...

And we kinda love this girl!

Binoculars

We need them for looking at so many things when we're hiking in the woods. He brings them often, but the strap they came with was a pain, literally. It cut into his neck and scratched the skin whenever he turned his head. Hmmm, I had just the solution.

The fabric is leftover from a pillow I made him a couple years ago. He picked it for the strap without hesitation. That made me feel good. Guess he still likes his pillow. I cut the old strap in half and attached it to the ends of this new strap. It's a simple machine quilted piece that is much softer against his skin.

Ahh, much nicer.

This face.

See this face? Right, you don't see it here very often because he's at the age where he would rather do things with his friends instead of hanging out with his little siblings. I get that, I really do, but that means I don't get many pictures of him either.

 

He can be funny and charming, but he doesn't find us to be so funny and charming anymore. I get why it happens. I don't like it, but I get it. ~sigh~

Still, every once in a while I get a candid shot like this...and it reminds me that photography is really about the quality and not the quantity. Life is too.

I love this boy.