Thursday, November 15, 2012

Crafty mom

Taking a break from the 30 day thing just because the questions are personal and exhausting to think about.  So- a small break to think of something else.

I was snack mom this week at my son's school.  I bought applesauce cups and 2 bags of goldfish crackers, threw them in his backpack and sent him on his way.  I've noticed that the other mom's bake goodies or separately bag the crackers in individual baggies with a fun sticker on each bag for the kids. That's so not me.  I kind of wish I was crafty and handy in the kitchen but I lack the brain power to think about creative food things.  I can barely even type that sentence.

I've never been good about homemade things.  I've never made banana bread, I've rarely baked muffins, never think of giving cookies at the holidays and will never attempt a recipe that has ingredients I can't pronounce or chocolate I have to melt.  If you invite me to your house, I'll bring a good bottle of wine or some awesome store bought cookies.  I will not bring a home made pie or ever, under any circumstance, be involved in a recipe swap group.  I don't think anyone needs me to type out how to make a box of Kraft Mac & Cheese....although I do add a mean bowl of broccoli to each of my mac & cheese creations.

I've been to parties where the mom has set out a table of arts and crafts projects and has a homemade birthday cake ready for their child's birthday wishes and a goodie bag filled with chocolate surprises straight from her oven.  When you come to our house, we will have Pizza Hut pizza, a cake from Whole Foods, paper party hats, and a goodie bag wonderfully gathered straight from the internet.

I want to be one of those moms that bakes during nap times or spends the weekends thinking about picking wild flowers.....but I've excepted the fact that I'm really good at stopping at the grocery store on the way to a house party to buy Oreo cookies and have only bought fresh flowers when we've been trying to sell a house.  Some things won't change....no matter how old I get or where I live.


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