I am now a fan of the old addage “neccessity is the mother of invention.”
More often than not in my life, this has been applied to childhood: tricking your little sister into letting you play with her birthday presents…digging to China with the silver spoons you tricked your little sister into swiping from the kitchen…assembling a castle out of your little sister’s purple Elmer’s gluesticks and leftover toilet paper rolls…you know.
**DISCLAIMER: I would like all of you to continue to believe that the above situations were purely hypothetical…I don’t want to talk about which ones are true…(Sorry Jordan!).**
This addage has become oft-repeated in my home since being married. For instance: it’s 5:30, we just got home from our once-a-week grocery shopping, I forgot to pick up tortillas to go with our ultimate quesadillas…and it’s either eat ultimate quesadillas tortilla-less…which…is…well… pointless…or waste the gas money going back to the grocery store.
I veto these options! I’m embracing my rights as a woman! Or something.
**Disclaimer numero dos: I have zero feminist bones in my body. I don’t even have feminist particles in my body. Believe me, I took anatomy. I know my bones. I am un-feminist. Amen.**
So, I turn to my difinitive from-scratch blog of choice: Emily’s. (Oh, Emily, how I love your recipes!)