3 Reasons Pita Bread is the Best

Pita Bread

Pita Bread

I can’t get you out of my head.

You are so yummy,

Pita Bread

Have a safe journey to my tummy.

1. Pizza – Pita bread makes a great pizza crust. And it doesn’t need to bake very long to be edible, just pop it in the oven until your cheese is melted. (Some toppings may take longer). Tonight I made a pizza for my husband (Sauce, Pepperoni, Mozzarella, Cheddar, Pepperoni) and a pizza for me and Little Man (sauce, leftover steamed veggies from lunch at Rock Bottom, mozzarella, cheddar, steak (also leftover)) and put in the oven. I took it out before the oven even finished pre-heating to 400… it was probably in there only about 6 minutes. And it was delicious.

2. It’s good, by itself, or with a dip. Again, just pop it in the oven for 3-5 minutes until it’s nice and toasty. Serve it with hummus or other delicious snacks or eat it by itself.

3. I think the above two reasons are good enough, but just incase… did I mention the convenience? You buy a pack of pita bread at the store and when the kiddo’s or husband ask for 3rd lunch, you can tell them it’ll be ready in 10 minutes!

The only problem is it requires an oven, and living in Seattlexas without AC on the top floor of a many-windowed apartment gets HOT. I say Seattlexas because it’s clear that My One and Only brought the Texas weather with us when we moved to Seattle a year ago. It hardly ever rains and today it was 93* F. Without A/C…this is yucky.

Anywho, I’ve been spending my time trying to write a letter of complaint to the USCIS which I was hoping to publish here, but it is not yet ready. Tomorrow we leave on an adventure to Alaska/Canada and so you will not be hearing from me for a while, but I’m sure I will have a lot to talk about when I get back!

Pizza Sauce

Move over master chefs!

This is the second night in a row where I have had a great dinner mishap. Yesterday I managed to ruin my small pot I use for steaming vegetables because I didn’t realize the water dried up. The veggies smelled like burning so I threw them down the disposal and was in a foul mood until we were able to air out the apartment. Also, the glass of wine helped.

Tonight, I was going to show Frank that I was going to make the peas he chose over spinach by pouring it in to the pot in front of him. I had the bag of peas in one hand and the pot in the other and then proceeded to pour the peas… onto the kitchen floor.

My One and Only thinks he is funny when he says, “Look at it this way, it’s less veggies to burn!”

I shoo him out of the kitchen, but he decides to add, “at least she didn’t throw them down the stairs, Little Man.”

Your kid falls down the stairs ONE time and you never live it down. (He’s fine, he’s fine! This happened almost 2 months ago! We actually went back to the scene of the crime today and the first thing he did was try to climb up the stairs. He loves stairs despite everything.)

Well I am sure this doesn’t leave you with much confidence in my cooking skills, but I make a few good meals. I was able to convince my funny husband to love me somehow, and I am sure food has at least a small part in the play.

I better go check those bratwurst now.

Go Astros!

We took Little Man to the Astros game today. It was his first baseball game. He has a certificate to prove it and everything!  The best part was probably the fact that the Mariner (“Mariener”) Wiener fans managed to sustain a wave for an entire inning. Frank enjoyed “riding the wave”. I’ve never been to a game where even one lap around the stadium was managed, so I was pretty excited too.

The Astros won, which just goes to show what a lucky family we are.


Take me out to the ball game,

take my out to the field,

don’t spend your money on hamburgers,

or you’ll get sick and you’ll NEVER go back.

It’s root root root for the Astros

’cause they’re the best, finally.

It’s 1 -2 -3 strikes, you’re out

at the Astros game!


The hamburger wasn’t that bad, but it was burned AND they smothered it in mayonnaise without asking. Little Man gorged himself on French fries. I decided not to feel guilty because it’s a special occasion and a special day.

Happy Father’s day everyone!

Speaking of fathers, my One and Only has a few new jokes to share.. so check out my “giggles” page!

Idea Idea… I see ya!

Now that I am trying, it seems as if a dam has been broken and ideas are just flooding over the wood splinters that used to hold in the tide. Granted, most of those ideas aren’t very good… like the metaphor I was trying to use about the dam.

But I have had some interesting ideas for children’s books. I think I’m stuck in the silly rhyme phase because that’s what Little Man likes, and my life revolves around him. Literally, I just hover around him all day.

So the question is, how do I focus on one idea at a time without losing all the new ideas that come along the way. [And also, how do you differentiate between good and bad ideas?] As to the first question, I can only surmise that the best course of action would be to write everything down. Perhaps I need to get myself a little detective notebook and keep it in my pocket all day long? Then at the end of the day I can re-read the list and cross most of it off as too silly. [As to question number two, I’m going to trust my One and Only not only to keep my secrets but to tell me when I’m going down the wrong path.]

So I tried to make a little book prototype today, and it turns out I can’t draw. I haven’t shown my work to F. (he would try to eat it) but I assume little kids aren’t great fans of stick figures. Yet I feel that the pictures are necessary. I feel that they help keep me focused on what I am trying to say without having me get stuck on certain word choices. Does anyone else find this method helpful?


I think I’d rather lurk

on WordPress

than do some work

sadly, they pay me less.


Brag TIME:

Little Man learned how to say “Baby” in sign language, and I swear he tried to say “Helicopter” in sign language earlier, too. His second favorite hang out spot is our dining room window. He has a box he stands on so he can look out. I think he will be sad when we move to the suburbs next month.

My brain wears the pants in this relationship.

We were halfway through a wonderful dinner when I couldn’t take it any more. I was about to burst with excitement!

“Did you know that a kilobyte has 1,024 bytes, which is 2^10 ?”

It was this mornings phrase, and I was so proud of myself that I couldn’t wait to show off. It’s a good thing I didn’t wait because my One and Only had forgotten that there was something I should remember. I guess he ought to start his own blog!


My hair is long and plenty,

and yet it falls out like crazy,

how can this be?

It seems… contradictory.

(Inspired by the sight of my hairbrush this morning).


It’s probably safe to assume that remembering something for once does not mean I am cured; however, I am excited about all of the instant gratification I have been feeling since I started on this endeavor.

Especially wonderful are the nice comments that have been left on my previous posts.


Underpants, Overpants

Fancy Pants, Schmancy Pants

Pants for this. Pants for that.

Pants to match your every hat.

(Inspired by the fact that I had to change Little Man’s pants thrice today. 

1. I put soapy water in a bowl filled with toys for him to encourage hand washing and he made a giant puddle on the kitchen floor. It worked out well because I used the opportunity to mop the kitchen floor. Second time this year.. whoohoo! 

2. Hard boiled egg yolk somehow ended up in hair and all over his clothes.

3. … I’m sure there was third time. Maybe it was just trading his pajamas for some regular pants.)

Well, it’s time to go play Mario Party 6 with my One and Only. We just unlocked the last map!

…are you [brain] under the couch?

The first post was actually written yesterday, so I feel I ought to contribute something else to the internet today.

Here is a list of things I have forgotten today:

1. To include a vegetable with tonight’s dinner.

2. To bring my friend my extra food processor that I promised her two months ago.

3. … I think there was something else but it’s gone forever. That’s what I tell my son when he “drops” his fork on the floor.

I did have a genius idea today! Tomorrow, my One and Only will tell me a phrase to remember when he goes to work, and he is going to test me when he gets home.


Here is an introduction to the blog as I envision it tonight.

The Characters – the people who have to deal with me on a daily basis.

Me – My name is Maria. I am the author and main character. I hope to learn how to write on a more proficient level as I attempt to “exercise my brain”. Other byproducts include learning new skills (my shortlist includes Juggling, and planting an herb garden). I love to read, I find that it really lets me travel outside myself. Don’t worry, I also love coming back into myself.

My One and Only – to steal a phrase from the Chaos Walking trilogy by Patrick Ness. I may also refer to him as S. or my husband. He is thoughtful, handsome, puts the toilet seat down, and best of all he loves me.  He is also waiting on me to finish so that we can eat the chocolate chip cookies that I took out of the oven a few minutes ago. They smell good!

Little Man – also known as F. or  “my son”. Lately I can’t seem to stop calling him Buddy, but I never speak the way I write. Who does? He is a 14 month old boy who JUST learned how to walk (June 14), is working on teeth number 7 & 8, loves to “read”, and is just generally awesome. He’s not perfect though, he did fail his hearing test a week ago and we shall see what the specialist recommends when we visit next month. (This may explain his lack of words, currently everything is “DA!!” Fortunately he’s started picking up some sign language, although he mostly only knows animal names right now.) I could talk about him FOREVER.

E – The mysterious little person we are trying to give life to. Not much to say yet, but we keep trying!

The Plot

Learn how to draw inspiration for stories from my environment.

Write said stories.

Become good at writing stories.

Through this process I anticipate filling the blogosphere with book reviews, recipe reviews, general musings, stories, tid-bits, jokes, and progress reports on whether or not my brain has been found and repaired to working conditions.

What is wrong with my brain?

Where, oh where, is the great brown bear? The one who has learned to share how he has such great hair?

The rabbit, unfortunately, has developed a habit….and I am glad it…

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This is going to be an experiment: Can writing help my brain become less useless?

I am a terribly forgetful person, and sometimes it feels as if thinking literally pains me. I am ashamed of this fact, since historically I have been designated as a “smart person”. What has happened to my brain since school ended? It’s not drugs, and although I am not a tee-total-er I don’t think alcohol can be blamed for the demise of what was once the treasure inside my head. I am choosing to believe that the brain is a muscle that must be exercised.

Or perhaps the brain is like a pet. It needs fresh air, clean water, scrumptious food, exercise, and love. And a good belly rub.

Now the question that remains is how do I measure my success or failure in this experiment? And how did the word processor know my next word would be experiment? Creepy.

I can tell you that on a scale of one to ten I would currently rate my brain as a 4, but that is neither a great measurement, nor probably a comparable one. Perhaps, if you have read my attempts at writing that I made at the start of this document, you might sympathize with my struggle.

My goal is to start slow and work my way up:

  1. Write 1 complete story a month

  2. Complete 1 puzzle a week.

And perhaps in a few months we may see some improvement.

Let us hope for the best!