If you are going to commit to it, stop bitching about it

I have been catching up on a blogger that I was following recently. A person I have the utmost respect for because without her insight and her fortitude throughout the past year we, as parents would not have the information that we have about school lunches and basically the CRAP that the education system serves our children.

I have packed my dughters lunch every single day since she started Kindergarten 5 years ago. She gets her sandwich and her sweet, her juice and her water, her fruit and her veg. though more often than not she brings back her veg as perfect as it left the house.

I will admit that the reason for my deciding to pack my daughters lunch everyday had nothing to do with nutrition. It had to do with I was not going to pay $2.25 for a lunch that I KNEW my daughter and her finickiness would not eat. At least with me packing a lunch I would be able to put into it things I know would be healthy and I know she would like.

BUT what gets me right now is the complaints. I work too. I was a teacher for 5 years. It may not be what I do now but it is my trade. It is NOT my calling. Which is why I do not do it any more. But in my current profession I put in quite a few hours at a job that I am good at. I work hard. I work a lot and I have limited time with my family. But the time I spend with my family is quality. I make sure that my family is taken care of and protected. I make sure that my family is eating what they like and what is good for them. My family comes first above all else.

If you didn't want to commit to packing a lunch for your child then good Lord don't continuously try and make yourself to be someone you are not.

No more MONKEYS jumping on the bed....

Monkey bread. 

The first time I heard of this concoction I was beside myself. HOW can something named after a hairy beast that likes to poop on its hand and fling it at passerby be any good? And why on earth would you promote such a thing?

Then I tasted the bubbled up cinnamony tastiness.

OMG! OMG!

That was about all I could come up with.

I learned VERY quickly that I could only take 2 MAYBE 3 pieces of it and then STOP completely because otherwise I would need the entire vial of insulin to counter act the sugar that this bread has. You see, I am Diabetic and most of everything I bake I dont eat. I send to work with my husband and he gives it to his little worker bees. I have been Diabetic for such a long time that in all reality most times I dont miss the sweets.

Tell me I can no longer bake and I might have to rip your head off. :)

My monkey bread I hear is the "nectar of the gods". It has been requested SO many times from the little worker bees that I have gotten sick of making it. My husband loves it and today being our 9th wedding anniversary, ROUND OF APPLAUSE, I feel I have to make it for him. And because its SUPER easy and SUPER delicious I had to share the recipe!

Ingredients
3 (12-ounce) cans refrigerated biscuits
1 cup sugar
2 tablespoons plus 2 teaspoons cinnamon, divided
1 teaspoon nutmeg
3/4 cup butter
3/4 cup packed brown sugar

Method

1. 1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
2. Cut biscuits into quarters. In a bag, combine sugar. 2 teaspoons cinnamon, and nutmeg. Drop biscuits into bag; shake until coated. 
3. Stack the biscuits in a greased tube or bundt pan.
4. In a sauce pan combine remaining 3 ingredients. Heat until brown sugar dissolves, but do not boil. Pour hot syrup over biscuits.
5. Bake for 30 minutes or until rolls test done. 
6. Wait 5 minutes before turning out onto serving plate.