Pillsbury Strikes Again!

Dear reader, as I type I must make a confession. At the moment I am indulging in the all-American solution to leftover frosting. That's right - graham cracker halves with ample amounts of frosting sandwiched between them. Aaaah, it brings back memories of childhood. Am I the only one here?

This past weekend I baked a loaf of pumpkin bread because it sounded oh so seasonal. I sliced the loaf in two and spread a thin layer of vanilla frosting in the middle and them sandwiched the two halves back together. Voila~ Well, since then the leftover frosting has been staring me down EVERY time I open the refrigerator. That darn little Pillsbury character is so cunning! So tonight I decided to take action and make graham cracker & frosting sandwiches. Hmmm, not sure who really one that battle, but since I'm pregnant, let's say it was me. Yummy!

So, dear reader, what do you do with leftover frosting lurking in your refrigerator?????

The Weekend

Well, I am feeling the appropriate weight of my Catholic Guilt sinking in at the moment. Really because I had a lovely and fairly uneventful weekend. There are a million things that I should have done over the course of the past 2 days, and should be doing at this moment, but alas... Friday we spent some time catching up with my sister-in-law and devouring pizza. Saturday included a much needed trip to the grocery store, and then a evening with visiting relatives and old family slides (Yup, the parents whipped out the old slide projector - heaven). Sunday the same relatives stopped in for a short visit of our homely homestead. In the afternoon, I had the blessing of getting to catch up with a friend even if it was brief (which in virtually unheard of), which left the majority of the day for lolling around with Sweet P and the husband. Even now I should be cleaning, prepping for new baby on the way, correcting papers, or sleeping. No, no I will not feel guilty about taking it a little slower this weekend - we all deserve it once in awhile.

So dear reader, what simple pleasures make you feel guilty?