Did I hear correctly?… “Buy me… buy me…”

So, what’s a rainy weekend without tea time and a little baking? (Well… I suppose there was a little shopping that preceded the freshly baked muffins, but that’s just a technicality)!

It’s not that I don’t already own a couple of teapots (don’t tell the Big D, ’cause I don’t think he’s noticed; seriously.  Yeah… I know); but I have been searching high and low for just the RIGHT purple teapot for my kitchen.  After all, it’s a non-scientific fact that things taste that much better when served in and on pretty things.  I think I finally found it this time though!   I suppose I MAY have said that the last time, when I found that cute purple teapot at the Bombay company, just before we went on vacation.   (But if I said it in my head, it doesn’t count, and there were no witnesses).   But this one REALLY  does have all my fave house colours.  And it spoke to me.  I’m sure you’ve heard it before… that faint, yet distinct high-pitched “buy, me…. buuuuyyy me” squeak from that oh so amazing item that you have coveted for at least fifteen minutes and you know with certainty that you cannot leave on the shelf; as it would otherwise be destined to exist in a unadmired and underappreciated dwelling.  And that, would be a shame.  Well that’s my ‘sales pitch’ to the Big D, in case he questions me.

I’m not sure if any of you have ever heard that ‘plea to purchase’?  I figure it must just be something that only us women folk are astute enough to decipher.  I’m sure there is an episode of Big bang theory, where Sheldon says “Evolution has made women sensitive to high-pitched noises while they sleep, so that they’ll be roused by a crying baby…”?   So, if it happens when we sleep, it must happen when we’re awake too…. right?  And, if it’s on t.v., well, then, there must be SOME truth to it.  I mean, what are the chances that they would risk putting a quote like that on t.v. if there wasn’t some type of scientific evidence to back it up? So, I’m thinking I’ve got a pretty good case here, for buying my new teapot.

So, after I found this uber fab teapot in THE most perfect colours, for my ohhh so cute kitchen… I made some scrumptious banana muffins.  (Moukie’s favourite, and the easiest recipe that my Sistah passed along to me).  I have no idea where she got it, but it is a tried and true banana bread/muffin recipe.  I am pretty darn sure that people call it ‘bread’ and ‘muffins’ to make it sound healthier.  Seriously, who the heck are we kidding?  Slap on some icing and you’ve got yourself a cupcake! mmmmm…..mmmmmm….mmmmm… sugah!

Here is the recipe for you to enjoy.  (I usually double the recipe, ’cause who can only eat a dozen or so…?…. but this time I tripled it and took a chance, and it STILL came out delish)!  I have no idea if my Sistah will care that I’ve passed it on for the world to see, but she hasn’t read my blog yet, so she’ll probably never know!

Ohh! Great idea from my BFF in the prairie land…. (Auntie Kermin, as Moukie lovingly refers to her as). She peels her bananas before freezing them, whereas I just chuck them in the freezer. But she’s smarter than me, so I think we should do it her way.  Otherwise you end up with this kinda mess:

frozen banana mess

So, grab a ‘cuppa’ somethin’ somethin’ and a few of them there muffins, and ENJOY!

And to quote Tammy Faye Bakker (because I MUST be desperate!):   “shopping is cheaper than a psychiatrist”.

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Smacki… what?!

Well, the time has come.  I finally got around to starting my blog.  Something I have been thinking of doing for what seems like ummm… forever.  I was inspired by my uber fab cousin (www.boomdeeadda.wordpress.com), motivated by all the fabulous back to school sale items that I wanted to share (umm…. yeah…. mostly shoes for me)…. and provoked by my inner angst over the things that have been driving me crazy lately in Smackiland.  (Just you wait…. I’ve got some whopper tales to tell)! 

Smackiland you say?  Is that where you smack around people that annoy you?  ummm… TECHNICALLY, that is not why I’ve named my blog that.  It actually stems from the fact that I have inherited the nickname “Smacki” (from my first name, Sherri and married surname of Macki); and sometimes live in my own little magical land, where it’s okay to save some cash and buy the no-name grocery items, just so I can spend the extra money on that cute pair of shoes…. or that great fabric that  will one day be the ultimate couture fabric for my future dining room curtains.  Of course my volleyball teammates may say it’s because I grunt and groan when I smack down a volleyball spike (although that could just be the grunt from the amount of effort that it takes for me to jump that high)… or my ‘smack’ talk when I go on a rant.

In any case, I’ve never been at a loss for words, and thought this would be the best venue to express my inner thoughts, share my great style finds and bitter rants.

In honour of my grade 6 elementary teacher, Mrs. Black,  who once told me that I can do anything if I put my mind to it, and to quote my favourite author:

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…” 
―   Dr. Suess,   “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” 

And thus begins a new journey…..