Wednesday, November 5, 2008
So I spent all day baking for Lincoln's birthday. (Here's where you comment on what a wonderful wife I am.) But really, it shouldn't have taken all day. That just tends to happen with all the distractions of motherhood. Like when Renie pooped in her pull-up before I got it off her this morning, and then somehow managed to get poop all over her clothes and the carpet. But I prevailed and managed to bake 2 pies and 2 loaves of french bread and an apple crisp. The apple crisp happened because I peeled and cut up too many apples. The pies, however, were Lincoln's birthday request instead of cake.
He asked for apple, but since I'm not a huge fan of plain apple pie, I thought I'd make him a traditional apple pie and for myself I'd experiment and come up with my own caramel apple pie. I am very pleased with the results. It may be my new favorite.
For dinner Lincoln requested Stroganoff Sandwich. Back when we were dating, I went to visit him one day at his work. (His Dad's store in the mall). I brought him some leftover stroganoff sandwich my Mom had made. He loved it, and has asked for it for his birthday almost every year since we got married. I changed it a little this time, dicing up the tomatoes and peppers instead of slicing them. It made it easier to eat, and we agreed it looked nice too.
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