Citrus and the Super Bowl

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Today was crappy; there's no getting around it. Other than having little in the way of a voice and taking almost zero pleasure in motherhood (sad but true; these days happens but suck), I also scalded my left forearm with some boiling water. It really, really hurts. For whatever reason, I attempted to ameliorate my woes by going gangbusters with citrus. I made two-orange marmalade for a friend with a serious yen, a lemon cake with lemon glaze for us, lemon-ginger-honey tea for me, and citrusy shrimp tacos for dinner.

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I'm not a marmalade gal, but this is a lovely concoction (Cara Caras and Valencias with a bit of candied ginger and St. Germain), and I hope my dear pal likes it.

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The cake is fab (Oliver would have eaten the whole thing if I'd let him), and while I always love the shrimp tacos, the accompanying avocado creme was the real star for me tonight.

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The Super Bowl has been such a vicarious battlefield pleasure. Chris Matthews?! What an incredible story- working at a Foot Locker when the Seahawks picked him up as a free agent. He was on fire tonight- wow! And the Pats' Julian Edelman? Equal wow!

But does anyone else find the nearly-naked cheer-dancer girls on the sidelines vaguely depressing?

Sick, so pics

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I would like to thank my wonderful sister for leaving me with her nasty-ass cold. I have felt like complete arse all day and have fallen asleep literally every time I recline in any fashion. As such I have for you nothing but photos, albeit good ones.

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T and J built this costume with foam pipe covers, red duct tape, fishing line and safety pins. Clever, yes?!

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Good -n- pretty food; Indiana Jones

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Ooh me, blood oranges and gumbo. Because seasonal and cold as get-out here today.

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This evening, the boys and I finished watching Raiders of the Lost Ark. Just prior to the part where the large German pilot gets minced in the propeller, I said, "Boys, this part is kind of gross. Should we fast forward it?"

"NO!" they proclaimed. The guy got pureed, they laughed hysterically, Jack asked "Why didn't they show more?" while Oliver averred, "Now that was an unfortunate death."

Ya think?

Towards the end as the French archeologist and German nuts prepped to open the ark, I said, "Boys, this part is kinda scary. Do you really want to watch it?"

"OH YES!" They proceeded to watch everyone get shot through with fiery lighting and the main dudes melt and then laugh hysterically, again, and say "That was AWESOME. Ooh, you know what we should do? We should get chocolate eyeballs and hook them to electrodes and then put those on ice sculptures that" (per Oliver) "wook wike that cweepy guy" and "then get a laser and shoot them all through and then they'll melt and their eyes will drop and melt...Mwah, hah, hah."

Little boys are SO NOT little girls. ~~~ I was so thankful and pleased by the MANY amazing responses I received after yesterday's post, "Three is not for me." Thank you, everyone!