Ever have that moment when you think, I really should blog about that but it just doesn't work out. Like you didn't write down the recipe nor did you get a picture of the moment. Normally, I try to not blog about stuff unless I think it is either, funny, useful, or informative. I don't want to just write to complain. I also try to not embarrass those that I love too much. Funny is funny but there is a line. I don't want my daughter to look back at this and be mad or mortified. However, there are those moments that are just too good not to blog about.
Yesterday, I thought of something I really should have mentioned here in imaginary friend land. When my husband and I first lived together I bought a block of parmigiano-reggiano and I cut the rind off and put it in the trash pile. My husband hates to waste food, he snatched it up, not to save it and put it in a broth though. "Don't throw that out, it is expensive, I will eat it." He took a big ole bite, immediately spit it in his hand. Cause if it tasted like the rest of the block I probably wouldn't have tossed it, huh?
However, embarrassing my husband isn't what this post is about. It was just a bonus. Today I had one of those moments where for a split second you actually think about grabbing the camera rather than fixing the situation. You know what I am talking about. It isn't just a blog thing, it is a Mom thing, and simply a human thing. A kid has their leg stuck in some place it shouldn't be, you take a picture, then you help them out.
Today I was mixing up some dough for spring rolls. I must have swooshed that wooden spoon a little to hard because flour went flying everywhere. My daughter was standing right below me and got covered in flour. Her face was completely white. For a split second I considered grabbing my camera but then I thought it was probably more important to clean the flour out of her eyes. If I was a better blogger I would have gotten that image for you all but I didn't. I can only apologize and leave you with this blurry and sideways video of my daughter walking.