When you have a family connection to the most famous German gingerbread company in the world, you get access to some pretty awesome treats. Also? I taste-tested some items you may be seeing this holiday season at a certain grocery store chain known for its motley product selection. *ahem*
“Mom, do we look alike yet?”
I told him they definitely look like brothers.
Also, Jaz’s shield in the background looks like a little crown on Junior, doesn’t it?
Last summer, Martin was hired by an insurance company over here. They were impressed with his banking/accounting education and experience from the United States, but still required him to get officially certified thru the German system.
That usually takes a few years. Continue reading
My last meal before the fasting begins after midnight. A chocolate-banana-peanut butter smoothie served in a cup with a fat panda stuffing its face on it. It could not be more fitting.
Also, shout-out to Martin for driving 20 kilometers to the only store open today to get the bananas. Grocery stores are closed on Sundays, except for the store at the airport. I really had my heart set on this smoothie, so away he went. It helped to remind him that’s the last pregnancy errand he’ll ever have to run in his life.
That’s a crazy idea, isn’t it? Continue reading
While taking out the trash today, I realized that George Clooney made our pizza dinner.
It was so strange … I was like, “Why is this pizza box giving me such feelings?” When your trash looks like a Hollywood movie star, it’s not so much a chore!
I googled “George Clooney pizza box” and discovered this has been a thing for YEARS. Amazing. You learn something new every day. We will now be ordering frequently from George Clooney Pizza. If we ever travel to Cannes or down to his house in Italy again, I will get a clean box with the hopes for a signature.
Since FestBaby will be here in a few weeks, Martin and I decided to head out this weekend and pick up some important baby items. Unfortunately, Germany doesn’t have an abundance of “baby-marts” like in the United States, and we knew ahead of time that things are a little pricier over here, but we learned there was a baby store in a nearby village, so we headed to it.
Whenever we run out of eggs, I love telling the kids to go get some more from these friendly neighbors in our village. They keep us well-supplied. Just a five minute walk, and payment is made with the honor system. Continue reading
If it were possible, I would call my pancreas into a meeting, point at it and snarl, “You’re fired!”
But apparently, it already quit on me, jealous of that attention-seeking temp worker, the placenta.
So, hello, Gestational Diabetes!
We meet once again. T’was more than eight years ago since we last worked together, but oh, I remember. The daily pin-pricks. The re-vamped recipes. The food journal.
Last night, my oldest proved that she inherited my ability to order the biggest thing on the menu…and pack it away despite everyone’s doubts. Before we went to the symphony, the girls and I grabbed dinner downtown where she ordered the ribs. Continue reading
My spirits skyrocketed when I opened the freezer and spied three green boxes stacked up in the back. My spirits then plummeted back to Earth and shattered into a million pieces when I realized the boxes weren’t Girl Scout Thin Mints, but frozen spinach.
Damn you, healthy eating. Damn you. Continue reading