The mom's group I'm in is having a swap event where we make a big batch of something and then trade so we walk away with a variety of food for our babies.
Good idea, right?
For the last hour my house has sounded like a Jamba Juice.
And, now it smells like cauliflower -- blech.
I think the only thing I could have picked that would have been worse would have been broccoli.
I hate broccoli these days.
Katie only eats peas and broccoli, so I make a lot of broccoli. I used to like broccoli. Now I find it terribly offensive. Worst of all, it seems to show up everywhere. I go to a restaurant and it's my side, I go to a friend's houses for dinner -- guess what? Broccoli.
Oh well, at least it's good for me and my Little Wickies.