Why does my salsa recipe taste so bad?

To the person who found my blog using the above sentence:

Did you overdo it with the cilantro? Cause the cilantro thing, it can be pretty nasty in large doses. Otherwise I have no answers for you. But a remedy comes in the form of a jar labeled Pace at your local grocer. You can pour it into a bowl and pretend you made it yourself.
Don’t worry, it will be our little secret.

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WFMW - Cleaning non-stick pans

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For a long time it was very difficult to find a tool that would actually clean my non stick pans without scratching them up. And if I did happen to find one that worked properly it usually required much more elbow grease than I liked. That is, until I discovered the Pampered Chef Nylon Pan Scraper. I’ve owned just one of these little beauties for over two years now and it’s still going strong and getting baked on gunk off of my non stick pans quite easily. (of course, you ought to soak the offending pan first for minimal elbow grease).
Nylon Pan Scrapers work for me!

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R.I.P. Pinkie

Well, I took care of Pinkie two nights ago after the kids were in bed. Count Dooku was just a little disappointed at not seeing the fish flushed down the toilet. Ha!
As I tossed the little tank into the trash I said to my husband, “I am SO done with fish.”
His reply, “Can I get that writing?”

You see, for Hubby, a house without pets is a great thing. But for me? Not so much. In my parents home in my lifetime we had 2 guinea pigs, 1 bunny, 2 dogs, 13 cats, 12 gerbils, 2 hamsters, 1 dove, 2 finches, 1 parakeet, numerous fish and probably some other pets I can’t remember. Not all at the same time thankfully.

So he’s right, if I don’t sign a form saying I won’t get another fish, I probably will, just to have, “a pet”. Right now we reside in an apartment where the pets I most desire (a dog or a cat) cost extra in the rent each month. So we can’t afford it, and to fill the void I have bought numerous fish. Their tanks are smelly and a pain to clean, but they’re cheap, and they have tanks small enough to put on the top of the TV, out of reach of the kids (well, maybe not, but that’s another story).
I can just imagine urine soaked cedar chips gracing my living room floor if I ever brought a gerbil or hamster home. Shudder. Not an option.
So, for the time being I’ve stuck with fish, imagining the day when I’ll have a sweet dog to play with or a prideful cat to tease (tell me I’m not the only one who has harrassed a cat for fun, playfully of course).

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Mama’s and kiddo’s and blogs, oh my!

I’ve just updated the blogroll with my latest blog finds. Well, some of them I’ve been reading a while and just hadn’t gotten around to adding yet, and some of them are brand spankin’ new reads. So here they are, in no particular order:

A Bushel and a Peck

Memarie Lane

The Zen of Motherhood

The Diaper Diaries

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PediaScribe

Mejojac’s Memos

Baby Lune

2 Kids and Tired

Go check ‘em out!

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