I can't remember where I found this link, or who gave it to me. Or if I just obsessively Googled Nutella one day. But we made these Nutella-Mallow Pillow Pockets from Picky-Palate.com and they were so good. So, so good. I am inarticulate about their goodness. So, so good.
I don't usually get excited about marshmallow-anything, but the marshmallow subordinates itself entirely to the Nutella and it's a win-win situation. I didn't have puff pastry sheets, so we subbed shells, and it worked out great:
Flaky, chocolatey, sugary goodness.
In other food news, we recently realized that Kentucky Fried Chicken had never passed our children's lips. This is not because we're especially healthy eaters but rather because we're cheap. Quick, fried chicken generally comes from the grocery store's deli rather than from the Colonel. But, we had KFC for dinner recently and my girls, always pro-grease, approved.
Also, Atticus keeps asking me to stop making the crack cocaine of granola bars but I can't stop.
Both of my older girls just attended a college fair. BOTH. OF. THEM.
The older girls also volunteered to help lead a youth group and they are learning a lot about the junior high psyche. Even though those early teen years are not all that far in their own pasts, it's one thing to endure that stage of life and quite another to try to govern it in another human being. I think they've discovered that "junior high psyche" and "junior high psycho" sound eerily similar.
Ramona and I are reading A Little Princess. Thinking "Ramona" and "Princess" reminded of this post from 2005, the year I started this blog. Time's winged chariot and all that. Life rushes by too fast, and I just keep holding on, hoping that I'm not blinking too much and missing something.
Movies of late: Just watched The Fugitive with Anne and Betsy. Watching Elizabeth Gaskell's North and South with Betsy, and we're due very soon for another installment.