Thursday, March 22, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Basically, this recipe is just a matter of getting together all the ingredients and layering in a special way.
The ingredients you will need are as follows:
Cooked Lasagna Noodles
Sausage and meatballs ground up (we use our food processor)
Ricotta Cheese (mixed with an egg, a cup of mozerella, and a 1/2 cup of parmesan cheese)
I made two pans this time, so I don't have exact measurments.
It is definitely something you can eyeball, though, so no worries.
The first thing you do is put a little bit of sauce in the bottom of the pan to keep it from drying out.
Then the layering begins.
Put down a layer of noodles . . . I use four noodles across each layer.
You have to overlap them a bit.
On top of the noodles spread a thin layer of the ricotta mixture.
Then comes the meat.
Then I put a layer of mozerella cheese and parmesan cheese.
Top that off with a little sauce.
Then repeat the process two more times.
I do a total of three layers which makes the perfect thickness in my opinion.
But it does not help to make this at this time of night.
You are welcome for the helpful tips.
It also freezes extremely well, which is why I make two at a time.
Put that puppy in the oven for 45 minutes on 350 degrees.
Let it set for 5 to 10 minutes after you take it out of the oven, so it will stay together once you cut it.
I usually serve it with garlic bread and cesear salad.
Absolutely delicious and worth all the work.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Loving this devotional this week.
Highly reccomend it.
We had a money exchange this week.
George earned another 8 dollars to buy a new skylander.
Here he is handng over the dough.
I won't go into the whole story, but let's just say I used this picture to win.
Yes, this produce market closes at the odd hour of 6:30pm.
But I knew I was right.
A dentist came to George's school this week.
Now he wants to "fossil" his teeth every night.
Another reccommended read.
They are real and honest (hence the title), and I love when authors are authentic.
Especially in subjects that are so true to life.
Just another day at the office.
Captain America in Wal-Mart.
This is how we do things.
We take a picture in the store, so we don't have to actually buy the costume.
Here's to a great weekend.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Every night before bed Ethan gets a sippy cup of milk and his blankie and sits on my (or Tim's) lap and drinks the whole thing just as content as can be.
It is one of the only times in the entire day that he sits still for more than thirty seconds.
I look forward to it everyday.
He is just so sweet and innocent in those moments.
He will let us kiss his head and whisper "I love yous" in his ear.
When he is done he will say, "Nigh, Nigh" and kiss us all before walking to his room to go to bed.
He truly enjoys his bedtime routine.
And so do we.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
I know all the background of the time changes.
Agriculture and farming and all that.
But this isn't meant to be a history lesson.
Basically, I want to complain about what this whole mess does to my children's sleep patterns.
I wish we could just pick one or the other and stick with it.
In the Spring we lose an hour of sleep (which gets picked back up in the Fall, only 6 months later).
So now my kids aren't tired at 8 because it is really 7.
They go to bed late, and then they get up later which is great on the weekends. It puts us in a little bind on school days though.
Then in the Fall they are tired by 7 which is really 8.
And they get up at the crack of dawn because 6 is really 7.
It is all so confusing and annoying if you want my opinion.
And I know you do.
Here is the point . . . could someone please write a letter to someone who has power and get this thing sorted out?
We don't need to change the time.
Let's just leave it the way it is for goodness sake.
Moms everywhere will thank you.
Monday, March 12, 2012
That is what some would call the B.R.A.T. diet.
And diet it is.
Basically, it consists of bananas, rice, applesauce, and toast.
I threw the saltine crackers in there for kicks.
They are like the dessert for the victims of the worst stomach flu that ever was.
The Bettelli household was taken hostage over the last five days, but alas, we lived to tell about it.
We all ate the BRAT diet, and although it was bland, we were thankful to keep anything at all down.
I won't go into too much detail, but let's just say it wasn't pretty.
or anything I want to repeat at anytime in my life.
Anywho, if you ever find yourself or your family in this predicament, then I highly reccomend the BRAT diet.
It does wonders I tell you.
I do hope you never have to take me up on my tip, though.
I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
He is getting so big.
I cannot believe he will be five years old next month.
Today he told me that he wants to be a dinosaur bone hunter and a dolphin trainer when he grows up.
I answered with, "George, it seems like you want to be everything these days."
He said, "Mom, I don't want to be a police man because they have to move where the bad guys are, and then I couldn't live with you. I always want to live with you. Can I live with you and be a dinosaur hunter and a dolphin trainer?"
He thought for a second and then said, "Well, I know I would have to go different places to look for dinosaur bones, but maybe dad and I could go while you stay with Ethan. Then we could come home and all be together."
Why, yes, George, that sounds perfect to this mommy.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Yes, this is my children inside a giant strawberry with crowns on their head.
I know, classy.
Another favorite feature of this event is the chicken/rabbit exhibit that you can smell, I mean walk, through.
Always a highlight.
There are no words.
Kettle Corn Buddies
And keeping with the theme of the weekend, my mom bought George this totally ridiculous hat.
And then what is a festival without some sketchy rides . . .
So there you have it.
Our yearly excursion to a place that encompasses everything you could ever want in a festival.