So today I'm sitting on the floor picking things up when I hear "oh no! A wild animal! Get it!" I look around to see an orange pony and a purple pony holding PISTOLS and they both say "BANG BANG!" and then go to get the wild animals, skin them, and eat them. Yes, pistols. The girls had taken little pegs out of the CD tower (the pegs that hold up the shelves) and shoved them into the ponies' hooves and then taken their maurading gang of ponies around the house to destroy and devour.
Marmot Dad says this is particularly ironic considering the ponies' general effete and lackluster looks and personalities. Aren't they supposed to love everyone and fly around spreading happiness or something? (I missed out [thankfully] on the whole '80s pony phenomenon. MBC??)
I also found the game Operation at DI and have put that away for E's birthday (she's thought she is an underprivileged child ever since she got to play the game at a neighbor's house).
Now here's a recipe (from Moosewood Cookbook) we had at a neighbor's house last week. Very tasty on crusty bread:
grind in food processor or blender:
1 C walnuts
some parsley
add and blend to a smoothish paste:
1 C feta cheese
1/2 C milk
1 clove garlic
pinch cayenne or red pepper flakes
Eat and enjoy.
2 comments:
Yes, pony play was very important on the playground of my youth. It was a simpler, gentler time, though. No renegade ponies. They did sometimes break dance.
We need more blogging! I know you are busy, but get in there and blog. Mommama
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