The Big Yellow Joint

So I get this comment from my sister, "Hilary Duff? Are you kidding me?" Didn't I start my new product alert with a disclaimer? So I'll take it one step further and qualify that I would probably have bought something teen-related for my daughter from the old, cute version of Hilary Duff with a little baby fat and normal teeth. But I do like the gum.

I just bought the Rachael Ray 365 meals, no repeats cookbook, which I think I'm really going to like. I really like to cook, but my kids are in this period of life where they HATE most of what I cook and end up eating cereal or mac and cheese (my little four-year-old vegetarian, mostly). The thing about RR's books is that something either won't appeal to me or it's a meal the doesn't even register in my brain when I read the cookbook, but when I watch her make it, it looks wonderful. We are moving this summer, and I'm planning to get an under-cabinet dvd player like my sister-in-law in Colorado has. Then I may just have to buy some RR dvd's to watch while I cook. Or else get a dvd player that is T.V. ready and just watch the show. It's not that I think she is the best cook or anything, but her stuff is easy without being simplistic (i.e. four-ingredient meals, which I'm certainly not knocking) but it also seems a little healthier than normal stuff I make on the fly, especially boxed stuff from the grocery store. BUT, it also seems like mostly stuff my lovely daughters WOULD NEVER ALLOW TO PASS THEIR LIPS. Something with a tomato chunk? Are you kidding me? I like when we go to Taco Bell (the most recent fave) and my youngest orders a soft taco "without the salad" and I have to order a soft taco with just meat and cheese.

A lot of my sister's blog is about her love of T.V. Well, I love T.V., also, albeit in a less obvious, less conspicuous way. For instance, back in the day when we both loved Blossom, she was pretty proud of it and would gladly tell anyone what she was doing and why not to call. I, on the other hand, would stretch my arms at 7:55 p.m. and say, "Oh, I forgot I have some work to do on my computer" and rush downstairs to watch. Then if I heard my husband on the stairs, I'd quickly turn the channel. I don't mind letting it be known that I like some stuff, for instance, The Gauntlet on MTV of Laguna Beach, but say if I were a fan of Zoey 101, Hello, I'd never let people know that, which I'm NOT, by the way.