About Mac and Cheese @ On the Cat Couch in Husband’s Office

I don’t normally sit where David is working but he is on a new project and it brings me some sort of comfort to hear him talk about this “custom widget” he is “building for the sidebar” and the way he is pointing stories. Yesterday, I asked him about their pointing while he ate this bomb ass quiche I made. Life is, as they say, a balancing act. And balancing messing around in the kitchen with sounding smart works well for me.

Not that I miss miss tech talk – I just like it. I like being his sounding board. I think it is cute that God prepped me for a developer husband with 8 years of business analyst and product owning experience.

I started a folder on my Google Drive yesterday titled “million dollar ideas” and started setting up docs with requirements for some fun apps. Someday, you will download an app that is our little love child. Lord knows we aren’t having anymore actual children; we might as well make music and apps.

What I am I doing today? Thanks for asking. Let me share…

So, today, I am setting out on a project I have been thinking about for about 4 days: crockpot macaroni and cheese. SEXY RIGHT?!?

There is a genuine risk in this.

The risk is that the children love the homemade macaroni and cheese and I have cast my destiny to making a weekly batch of pasta that involves shredding 16 ounces of cheese when the organic Aldi’s brand was fine.

The reward is that the children love the homemade macaroni and cheese and I get it to add it to the list of things they like best when I make them.

Go me.

Spoiler: the love language I respond best to receiving is “words of affirmation”. :)

At this point, I have now consulted about 4 different recipes for the macaroni and cheese. I have evaporated milk. I have cheddar cheese – sharp, top shelf – cheese. I have a decision to make about amounts of milk and number of eggs. And I have a decision to make on whether I am going to let the crockpot melt and blend or if I want to do that first.

There is a mounting amount of pressure to think this through – namely because, in the creative process of cooking, if you have good taste buds – you can’t go wrong if you just think about it step by step.

But, to my earlier point: worst case scenario is they just say “hey, mom / Erin, go with the store bought brand” and I’m off the hook.

Wish me luck. I’ll let you know how it goes. I never did find out “why five”, by the way. Still paying attention though.

The End of the Full Circle aka The Actual End to the Last Blog Post

In my last post about this morning’s devotional time, I started off on this thought trail regarding Paul and my take that “I wonder if Paul knew I would be reading this…” Then I got into telling you about my patience and forgiveness scriptural math, ended that loop and hit publish.

Read it after publishing (which is my process… it means things don’t make sense sometimes… deal with it :) ) and realized I didn’t explain why I felt further sure of why keeping that seemingly juvenile thought was actually on point.

So the words I got in my quiet time were Titus… 3….6….9…etc anyway – 15 was one of them and, as I read it, I felt absolutely full sure and confident. Here’s the verse. Let’s see if you can guess why I loved it:

“Everyone with me sends you greetings” Titus 3:15

Again, I wondered, what if Paul was proof reading his letter (a lesson I may consider incorporating proof reading blog posts, but whatever) and the folks with him were like “yes! I love that! what a great letter.. SEND OUR GREETINGS” and what if they INTENDED on this being a life long letter? What if they knew that – in speaking to the human condition then that they were speaking to the human condition ongoing?

And just like that, I felt like this connection to this group of people somewhere in time just like… saying what’s up to me.

I find it really supportive and it feels super real. The end.

Hashtag full circle.

Thé Art of Fluid Living

(And why not to ever set your iPhone to French as it will never stop auto correcting your English…)

I am staring at the remaining 45 minutes of a spring cleaning task I am glad I am doing today.

David and I just had a Saturday lunch date and this is our « kid free » weekend. I put kid free in quotes bc, when you’re a parent, you’re never really kid free. For example: I’m organizing their snack boxes, planning their lunches in the back of my mind and figuring out just how much detail I’m going to give them regarding the kitchen and organizational changes I am making relative to their needs and daily uses.

Kara, if you read this, the smoothie maker is now in the cabinet next to the plates. Beaucoup plus facile!

I have made and taken a couple calls about my self hatred comments. Oi. I am actively processing out of it and smiling at how this process really is my process. The more I call out and discuss what’s going on in my head, the faster I get on to the next.

« Nirvana in no time » should be the title of my memoir. Wink wink as the irony is in the fact it’s a life long, ongoing process.

I talked to one of my favorite encouragers last night, Dana. I remembered how my mental dismantling of corporate America is literally the time waster opposite to my book.

(Which I started chapter two of this morning….)

Ok he is active and building a shelf actually he is hugging me and just gave me a kiss #newlyweds but nonetheless all signs I should get things done.

And stop overthinking how it all fits together… stop planning the order of events… and rather I shall start fitting it all together and write it as it happens.

The art of fluid living.

Live from our kitchen is our latest hit song “I lost my beer”