Friday Five

1. What did you have for breakfast this morning? If you didn't have breakfast, why not? Breakfast is always toast and chunky peanut butter, skim milk, and coffee. Without this combo, I am not human! :-)

2. What's your favorite cereal? I am not much of a cereal person, but I do like some granolas.

3. How often do you eat out? Do you want that to change? Not very often, it is too expensive with two teenagers, and a 6 year old.

4. What do you plan on having for dinner tonight? Got a recipe for that? Store bought pizza, and home-made chocolate birthday cake. My son is having some friends over to celebrate his 14th birthday. Recipe for chocolate cake? That is one of my few secret recipes!

5. What's your favorite restaurant? Why? I love those tiny, hole-in-the-wall Chinese food restaurants in the Chinatown area of Edmonton. The prices are usually very good, and the food is fabulous. The only problem is that I can rarely tempt my husband into joining me at a place like this. He tends to think that the bland Canadianized Chinese food is better than the authentic stuff.

I can multi-task with the best of them! Here I am with my zillionth load of laundry in the washer, eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich (lunch), contemplating starting my third pair of fuzzy feet, and checking out my daily read logs. WHEW! I think I broke out into a sweat!

It has occurred to me that my children are not aware of the finer points of cuisine. For instance, they do not appreciate that adding a banana to your toast and peanut butter adds another point towards your daily 5. Instead, they look at me and groan. But when they get to be old, and their doctor is strongly hinting that they need to eat more fruits and vegetables, they won't consider adding them to the peanut butter that they already consume. Maybe that is a talent they will learn in college?

I really need to get an umbrella swift. My husband has offered to make one for me, but that was last summer, and he is no closer to starting than the offer. I also need a ball winder. For some reason, he always groans when I say that. I am not too sure why... I have seen a wooden one, but cannot remember where and didn't print out a picture. It sounds like a project to give to my father for development. I am sure he would love the mental exercise of designing one. I am just not too sure what other bells and whistles he would add to it.

Anyway, enough musing, my sandwich is done. I have a lovely blue teal that I need to wind into a ball, so I need to set up my old fashioned skein winder, two kitchen chairs. Hmm... maybe that is what Jim meant by supplying me with one? mutter, mutter... I am off to play with my wool! (And in case you didn't notice, I am in a bit of a screwy mood today. Perhaps it is from inhaling all those soap fumes?)