soup, meat, and a hectic pie

Sorry It has been a while! What an "off" week. Thursday morning woke up SICK...YUCK! Luckily i only had 2 appointments in the afternoon so I had some time to rest.  Stayed home with a flu type thing Friday and Saturday. feeling much better now! Just at the tail end of a cold I think...or another ^stuffy nose^ symptom -.-

While I was sick I had a hickering  for french onion soup. Not just any french onion soup. We have the- in a can- kind. But no no..I wanted to make it from scratch. (worth is if you are OK spending more money on fancy CHEESE than you would a shirt. ) P.S. it also is SO smelly that when you are sick.. you will completely not even want it anymore when you have a bowl in front of you! what a waste :( sad day.

Well, Saturday I at Least had enough energy to throw some food items into a giant warm bowl that you plug into the wall. This bowl is AMAZING! I think it is my new love. its name? A CROCK-POT! Meat...in Beer.. I really am not a fan of beer, but when it mixes with meaty juices, and salty garlicky spices..mmmm...that drink I would never consider drinking, quenches my thirst more than water. I'm talking the JUICIEST, fall off the fork roast ever! YUMM! (and its JUST as good left over when you store it in the juice in the fridge... it might be even better)

 

I have been promising my hubby an apple pie, and thought I should just make two while im at it for Grandmas Sunday birthday lunch. Now, normally blogs are all about this perfect person who gets to hide behind their perfect pictures and their pretty lives..(haha sounds nice huh) but I can't lie. I burned the pies :(  I forgot to turn the oven down to a lower temp after 15 minutes and when I set the dumb timer I forgot to hit START.  Why doesn't it just start automatically when you set it!! UGH!! DUMB. In the meantime, I watched some TV and rested and when I remembered the pies, I ran into the kitchen like I was was a parent jumping in the water after their drowning child or something. To my relief the pies were somewhat OK.. ish.. I took them out of the oven and when I turned around, there was a wrapper on the floor that used to be around the french bread  (from the french onion soup)  I left on the window seat. It had been found by these animals we willingly let live in our house. Making a mess, taking your favorite spot on the couch and eating your french loaf. How rude. I had a moment. Bob tried to make it all better. He said the pies would be fine and they were great after the microwave softened them up a little. So...all was well.

 

(and yes.. that pie dish has pi all around the edge and the symbol on the bottom haha. Bobs parents got it for him as a housewarming gift when he moved in to 314) Presh.