The Weekend

Saturday we went to Jack's game. They still don't keep score, but Jack thinks his team lost by one basket. If I was a good parent, I would keep score myself. But I am so easily distracted who knows what inaccurate score I would come up with. That's my boy, white jersey, #9, right in the center.

Attempting a rebound . . .

Actually dribbling and not bouncing the ball off his own shoe . . .

Later Saturday I broke out my ward cookbook since I had an urge for carrot cake. I've never made a carrot cake from scratch before, and it turned out really good. Stupidly, I let Jack set the oven, and I stuck the cake in without checking it. So after 30 minutes, I went to take the cake out and was surprised at how un-done it looked. Yeah, he set the oven to 250 instead of 350. So the cake fell in the center. The only logical thing to do (after I finished baking it) was to even out the top by using extra cream cheese frosting on the center part where it fell. The cake was wonderful, and that middle fallen section of the cake has at least as much frosting as cake, and that can never be a BAD thing. I will definitely bake this cake again, but I will check the oven temp before putting it in.



Pork chops for dinner tonight. Or that was the plan, anyway. I made up some marinade of lemon juice, fresh garlic, fresh rosemary, lemon pepper and olive oil. The pork chops marinated all afternoon. While I finished preparing the rice and salad, Lane grilled the pork chops outside. Then Lane's grandma came, and since we haven't seen her for a few weeks, we got to chatting and, well, the pork chops burned up. This NEVER happens. I know, he burned up Christmas stockings and oven mits, but he never burns food. Lane is a very dedicated and careful griller. And you should see the way he babysits the Thanksgiving Turkey. He pulls a chair right up next to the oven and pretty much sits there most of the time the turkey is baking so he can baste and baste often.




But Grandma was talking about her upcoming trip to Jerusalem, and we just got distracted. The pork chops were charred beyond the point of being edible, so we put the rice and the salad in the fridge and went out for burgers. The house smells really good from the rice and the fresh rosemary and garlic. I assume that means the pork chops would have tasted good, too. Well, I have more pork chops in the freezer so we'll try again another day.