It’s a good day when I remember to put my boobs back in my bra after nursing Elora. Needless to say, with all the moving stress, anyone lucky enough to ring our doorbell midafternoon, may be greeted with my “1960’s burn your bras” ensemble. The fact our UPS packages have been making it all the way to our front door lately, is no coincidence, I assure you.
The last nine weeks have been busy. Along with our regular routines, our home is also on the market and the requirement of a spotless home at all times can seem like a fruitless attempt at best. As you can see in the picture below, this is the little one “helping” me pack.
I don’t want the kids to see me sweat it so I’m going to fake it until I make it. If I remain cool, they will be cool. Sure, I could meditate, do some yoga, take a few cleansing breaths, all wonderful coping tools. Unfortunately, this mamma doesn’t have time for all of that, so a stiff cocktail it is. As a former therapist I don’t recommend drinking daily as a regular coping mechanism but hey, I’m a cook now, so bottoms up baby.
What is a “Dirty” Bloody Mary anyways? There appears to be no official defining ingredient(s) deeming one Bloody Mary “dirty” over another. Some recipes call for a splash of olive juice, some call for pickle juice, while others simply up the ante in spice. Well folks, I combined a bit of each and added a slice of bacon, making this lovely libation so dirty, you will blush at first sip. Earthy, comforting and a spice strong enough to slap you senseless, this is my new go-to indulgence.
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