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free time.

I didn't know it existed... until today.
Greg drove off with both boys, sleepy-eyed and a tad cranky, to the beach.  The plan is for them to sleep on the way in the car and then wear him out with lots of chasing and running around before they all come back home.  You think I am joking? I kid you not. Greg has a big test.  He will be sitting for hours and hours. This is his time to tear it up on the sand so much that he'll want to keep his butt glued to a seat for two days. Work him hard, boys!

Meanwhile back at the ranch, I am a cooking machine.  My thoughtful mother-in-law gave me The Nourished Kitchen cookbook for Christmas.  I love it. It's beautiful.
It is full of amazing pictures that foodies would love and I will never be able to duplicate. In fact, I'm sure the following photos may turn you off to the recipes:
Please don't judge the food by its cover... I mean my pics.  I made these awesome beefy cheesy stuffed red peppers last week, another Nourished Kitchen recipe. They pretty much tasted like a cheeseburger on a red pepper bun. Doesn't that sound delicious?
C'mon, what more could you want???
I'm not a recipe follower. Greg is, but he wasn't around when I was cooking.  Both meals above differ from the originals. Whatev... all's well that ends yummy!

Speaking of things going according to plan (wh??), Greg just sent me this:
Guys, you're slacking off. You're supposed to be working Daddy hard!
I'll have to save my recipe deviations for another day. Right now I need to find some way to spend more of my free time before those kiddos come back all hyped up.

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