There is something in me that screams
domestic. I'm always cooking new and exciting meals for Dustin, baking cookies and breads. I love to cook, but I have to admit, I really love the "
Mmm, this is so good!" part at the end. Watching someone eat and enjoy my food is a huge reward in my book. I sort of puff out my chest and do a very pompous hair flip. It's probably really annoying and stupid, but hey, I only do it in the privacy of my own home. (don't we all?).
So I decided to look up the word
domestic in the dictionary, and this is what I read:
do⋅mes⋅tic
–adjective
1.
| of or pertaining to the home, the household, household affairs, or the family: domestic pleasures.
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2.
| devoted to home life or household affairs.
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4.
| of or pertaining to one's own or a particular country as apart from other countries: domestic trade.
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5.
| indigenous to or produced or made within one's own country; not foreign; native: domestic goods.
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–noun
6.
| a hired household servant.
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7.
| something produced or manufactured in one's own country.
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8.
| domestics, household items made of cloth, as sheets, towels, and tablecloths.
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Hmm, I resent that. Or do I? Nah, I guess it's okay. I mean, to be devoted to your home life or household affairs, is a good thing. Maybe just not so much devoted as concerned. But now here's the part I don't like: Tame. TAME? I mean you can't be serious. I'm sure they are talking about domesticated animals, but then again, they're probably not. Us housewives/women are considered 'tame' to some degree by some. But that's where I draw the line. I want to be wild & free. I don't want to be the perfect domestic desperate housewife type. I do this because I want to, not because I have to. Not because Dustin demands it, or expects it. But because he doesn't, and that makes me want to treat him. Treat him with some good food and a clean house and not to mention clean laundry. I am by no means, 'tame'. :) I am a free woman, taking care of her man, because after all, the best way to a man's heart is thru his stomach. And I don't mind the food either.
So here are some photos not necessarily pertaining to my rant, but just pertaining to my baby and the really amazing cookies I baked. Or so he says.
Mocha Truffle Cookies. If you love coffee, I guarantee you'll love these!
You can't have enough bath time photos. You just can't.
little footsies.
Her mouth is always open!
This feels good on those teething gums.
Splish, Splash!
So Dustin.
Speaking of Dustin...If I could read Nora's mind, I bet it's saying something like, "What the heck is Daddy doing in the tub with his clothes on?!"
See, I'm not so domesticated...I do my household duties in my all time fav KISS shirt! :) Hardcore to the Max.
The next morning. I could just kiss that bed head!!!
Mocha Truffle Cookies Recipe:
Yield: about 5-1/2 dozen
Ingredients:
1/2 cup butter, cubed
1-1/2 cups semisweet chocolate chips, divided
2-3 teaspoons instant coffee granules (I used the new Starbucks Via Instant Brew, very yummy)
2 eggs
3/4 cup sugar
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/3 cup baking cocoa
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1. In a small saucepan over low heat, melt butter and 1/2 cup chocolate chips. Remove from the heat; stir until smooth. Stir in coffee granules; cool for 5 minutes. (remember to let it cook, or else you'll scramble your eggs in the next step). Stir in the eggs, sugars, and vanilla. Combine the flour, cocoa, baking powder and salt; fold into the chocolate mixture with remaining chocolate chips.
2. Drop by round teaspoonfuls 2 in. apart onto greased baking sheets. Bake at 350 for 9-11 minutes or until tops appear slightly dry and cracked. Cool for 1 minute before removing to wire racks to cool completely.
ENJOY! :)
