Friday, January 8, 2010

Snow day!

It's cold and there is ice knee-high to a giraffe's butthole out there (not really, but I love that saying), so I decided to spend the day teaching Girl Child the fine art of catching a man:

Homemade caramel corn. Because if this doesn't do it, I'm not sure what would.

"When I was a girl," I told her, "my mom used to make popcorn balls."
"Heh," she snorted. "You said balls."

She is SO my girl.


Nicole said...

Homemade caramel corn is amazing!

Allie said...


Wanna know something really weird? My daughter is wearing that same shirt right now and I'm going to post a blog with pictures of her in it in a little bit. They're like twins...only your daughter actually is a twin...with someone else...not my daughter.

mythoughtsonthat said...

We can no longer say any form of the word "balls"around this house without snickering. Or even words that sound like "balls".


Angie said...

Mmmmm, may have to make some of that tonight. YUM!

Angie said...

I made it on Sunday. . . . does that count????

Angie said...

What's your recipe?? It's looks delicious! Can you tell I am not in any way, shape or form domestic?

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

Well, at least you didn't call them popcorn 'nads.


PaintedPromise said...

i'd never be abe to make something like that! but if you have extra to send me i promise to eat it!!!