Thursday, March 25, 2010

Oh Chick Fil A....

We stopped at Chick-Fil-A on our way out of town on tuesday to grab breakfast. I have never had their breakfast before but have heard that it is good (no surprise there) and it was. It was so good that I haven't been able to stop thinking about it and I can't get over my craving for chick fil a. Amy drove down that evening and took me to chick fil a, and i had the leftover nuggets for breakfast the next morning. I still want more.

Since there's only one in utah valley and it's at the mall... and i don't have a car... and indulging myself in chick fil a every day would get expensive, I looked up a copycat recipe. I have put together the ingredients and am waiting to give it a try. (You are supposed to soak the chicken in an egg/milk mixture for an hour before breading it in the flour/salt/pepper/powdered sugar mixture)

If it's any good, I will be so happy. If it's not... well i guess that chick fil a has me as a customer for life. I just can't resist! I'm tempted to get one of their party trays and freeze the nuggets so I can have them ready whenever i want. It's not too expensive... well more expensive than buying nuggets at costco, but better quality too. 64 nuggets are $23, 120 are $41.50, and 200 are $66.50. It seems cheaper than buying them 8 nuggets at a time... but then I'm not sure. I haven't done the math.

Erik thinks I'm crazy. Maybe I am....

Sunday, March 14, 2010

baby Ty's Funeral and Raisins is Sticky

2 very different stories for today:

Yesterday was a funeral for baby Ty (a 4 1/2 mo old baby in our ward who died of SIDS on Wednesday). It was very sad to see his dad carrying his casket in all by himself, instead of the usual where they wheel it in. As his mom walked in behind him, she broke down crying and her knees buckled. She had to be supported by her mother in law who looked like she was practically carrying her in. I can't imagine the kind of strength it would take to bury your baby. It is an impossible task that I hope I am never challenged with.

The funeral was good. It was long, but everyone was hurting so I can't blame them for wanting to say as much as they could. There was a lot of family there. I think both parents had large families. The whole center section of the chapel was full of family members. The rest of the church up to 1 overflow was packed as well, with people in the foyers who couldn't get a seat inside.

He was a sweet little boy and he will be missed.

This morning, Alice woke up at 7:30 which was really 8:30 because of the Daylight Savings time. I'm not a fan of daylight savings. It just messes everything up. Oh well. I'm not so adamantly opposed to it that I would ever try to do anything to change it. Anyway, I told Alice that it was Sunday so we were going to church, and she started talking about bubbles and coloring and all the fun stuff they do in nursery. She was getting so excited. It was cute.

After a couple minutes, I realized I was too exhausted to go to church, so Erik took Alice and i slept the whole time they were gone. When they came home, Alice came upstairs to wake me up. I asked her what she did in Nursery, specifically if she had any snacks. She said "yeah. Pretzels and raisins". I said, "oh that's good. What else?" Her reply was "Raisins is sticky." It's true. Raisins are sticky.

Seeing the loss of a child makes me appreciate and want to spend more time hugging my own child. You forget how fragile their lives are and how you really need to enjoy every moment. I feel silly sometimes just wanting to tell everyone about all the cute things she says, like my life is just Alice. But it's true. Alice is my life and I'd rather only talk about her and report on her than on nothing.