Great recipe site: Recipething.com

I don't know about you all, but I have tried a whole lot of different online recipe sites and never been quite satisfied. Today, thanks to my good friends Nick & Kathryn, I have found the answer to all my recipe woes: recipething.com. I love it.

Here are just a few reasons I love recipething:

1. It's free.

2. They don't ask for all my personal info when I register. Just a log-in name, an email address, and a password.

3. The layout is simple and uncluttered.

4. There are no ads flashing around.

5. I can add my own recipes.

6. I can categorize (tag) my recipes with multiple tags, like food storage, breakfast, easy, etc.

6. I can pull recipes from their site into my recipe box.

7. When I pull in recipes to my box, I can modify them! (love it)

8. There is a menu planner that is easy to use and fast.

9. I can keep track of the items that are always in my pantry, usually in my pantry, and not usually in my pantry.

10. With my menu planner and my pantry, I can generate shopping lists that show me what I do and do not have.

11. I can export my recipes to text files.

12. When I pull a recipe into my box, it tells me what I might need to buy and gives me the option to update my pantry with radio buttons - SO EASY!

12. Did I mention that it's free?

Click HERE to check it out, and please, let me know what you think.

Mr. E's first talk

Mr. E was asked to give a talk last week in Primary, after weeks of waiting and wanting to get that special assignment. When DH took him into Primary on Sunday morning, he ran up to the Primary president with a big smile, "Sister Clark! I'm giving a talk today!"

When it was time, he stood up, held his paper up so high his little face was hidden, and began to read in a clear voice: "The scriptures teach us about Jesus Christ. I would like to tell you about how we got the Book of Mormon. When Joseph Smith was 14 years old...."

The room was silent, except for Mr. E's voice. I was so proud. He told the story of Joseph Smith's first vision and got to his last paragraph. And then...

"I have to go peepee right now!" he announced, doing the infamous accompanying dance. DH whisked him out of the room to take care of that. A few minutes later, he ran back in, "I'm ready to finish my talk! I'll start over!"

He didn't start over, but he did finish. It was magnificent!

How to win a daddy's heart

This evening, Mr M was working at the computer. The door was open, but the gate was set up across the doorway to keep small children out. For whatever reason, little S decided he needed to be inside the gate. He was inconsolably crying at the gate and wailing, "Down. DOWN!"

I broke down first and lifted little S over the gate, holding him on my lap. He was NOT content with me and kept crying, "Dad! DAAAAAAAAD!" I set him down and he trotted over to Mr M, looked up at him with tears in his eyes, and said, "Football. I want football. I want football. I want football" over and over until Mr M couldn't ignore him anymore.

Mr M was amazed and delighted and smooched Scottie's head.

Did I mention that he's not quite 18 months? Is this kid going to be a superfan or what? To be fair, I should mention that he had previously watched a football video on his dad's lap, but who knew it had made such an impression.

Yikes.

Superman

Ethan loves his Superman pajamas. He loves them so much that he would wear them all day every day if we let him. He is especially fond of the long red cape that attaches with velcro to his shoulders.

Last night, he came to me in his Superman get-up, needing help to put on the cape.

"Look, Mom, now I'm Superman!" he exclaimed with delight.

Great, I was thinking, I wish Superman did dishes. I just smiled at him and turned to the sink.

A few moments later, I heard a thump and a wail. "MOM!" he cried in a pathetic voice. "I'm not Superman, I'm Ethan, and I hurt my bottom!"

Tree Ladle Picks

One of the things I loved (and still love) about family reunions is hearing my uncle recite Ladle Rat Rotten Hut. Lo and behold, I found out that the very talented author and illustrator, Andrea Steele, lives in my ward and she has done several other stories in this same vein. They are loads of fun and Ethan loves them, too.