This blog is great! My 18 year old daughter lives in a different reality than the average person, and it’s driven my crazy since I started noticing this at around age 2 or 3. Even now, nothing is ever her fault. That whole action & consequence thing is lost on her.
My daughter is a paid costume actor at The Scareatorium in Dublin, Ohio. They are a class-act venue, with very talented makeup artists and actors. I volunteered on night, and worked as a zombie along side my daughter. Apparently I’m ‘a natural’ at being a zombie, and was quite scary & believable! LOL, me a quiet 40 year old single mom who has no social life. Becca’s zombie character is great. She will start out underneath a funeral carriage, and when she sees guests coming, she starts crawling out and jerkily (is that a word?) standing up and coming toward them snarling and growling. It’s quite a site, let me tell you!
I don’t know if I’m supposed to actually say this, but her face prosthetic? It was cut from a sheet used in the making of Dawn of the Dead. Pretty cool, huh?
Tightwad. Cheap. Scrooge. Penny-Pincher. Prudent. Frugal.
I prefer Frugal. Being a single mom without a college education as of yet, I’ve learned how to stretch my dollars out of necessity. At the beginning, I was a young mom (left Ex when my daughter was 1 1/2 years old) and very inexperienced in the kitchen. I had my same handful of recipes to make, or I would prepare Hamburger Helper & Tuna Helper. Today, 16 1/2 years later, I’ve broadened my culinary abilities enough to be able to create tasty meals from scratch, without a recipe.
Now don’t get me wrong. I love recipes. I’m always on the hunt for a new recipe or meal idea, and belong to several online groups where I get tons of inspiration. I started blogging for work, and added some recipes there. Since that isn’t on par with what my company does (kitchen and bath design-build-remodel), my boss has decided to nix that part of the blog. The first few recipes I’m going to post here, are the ones I had posted on my work blog.
On a side note, the meals I would love to prepare are not necessarily the ones I end up serving at home. My daughter, Becca, is an extremely picky eater. When she transitioned from pureed to table food as a baby, that’s when things came to a screeching halt. It was a texture thing, and she wouldn’t touch most of the foods she had previously eaten. Being a busy struggling single mom, solo-parenting from the day I left the Ex, I chose to cater to her pickiness instead of work through it. Hind sight and all that aside, trying to change her pickiness at this late stage would be a fruitless endeavour. Becca just turned 18 a month ago. I do frequently encourage her to try a bite of something new or different, and she’s finally choosing to try a tiny pea-sized taste. Maybe she’ll grow out of her pickiness. You know I’ve got my fingers crossed!