Guess what, I can't take a blogging break. BlogHer just won't allow it. Something about posting every week. Oh well, I am sure I can muster up a post once a week. It's not hard to have something to say. Having something to cook is another thing.
As I type this, I am sitting in Sparks, NV on my sister's beautiful, comfortable chocolate brown sectional. It is a quiet morning, for I didn't bring any children with me. There is just the sound of a small Yorkie sleeping next to me. My other sister Caitlyn and I were welcomed with Marie Callendar's pie and there is slow cooked applesauce for breakfast. And once again, let me reiterate that it is quiet. Ever so silent. A cyber high five to my husband for willingly wrangling the little boys while I escaped across the salt flats and into the corner of Megan's chocolate brown sectional.
When I posted about my day from hell, you were probably thinking something terrible happened. It didn't. Ethan just had to do a difficult medication induction. All is well and he is feeling great.
Anyways, while Ethan was preparing for his ordeal, my brother in-law wanted to help. But he lives far away. So he thought he would send something and spices came to mind because Ethan likes to cook. So my brother in-law decided to send Ethan a pound of fancy, expensive cinnamon from Penzeys.
We now have a pound of cinnamon. Some of the finest cinnamon you will ever smell or taste. I highly recommend it. Click here to buy.
If you start feeling shoppy and want to buy more from Penzeys, I recommend their Chicago steak seasoning and their whole nutmegs. And I know Cafe likes their lavender.