Most of my really funny stories have an element of vomit to them. And while you really shouldn't post stories about vomit on a food blog. Food and vomit really don't mix.... well, they do but just not on food blogs.
This story is not for the squeamish or that have sensitive gag reflexes. I'll try to counteract that with some pretty pictures.
Remember when The Sixth Sense came out? How everyone wanted to talk about it but no one wanted to give away the ending? I love how in the beginning everyone said how great it was and they never saw the twist coming and then when it started to get popular they changed their tune and were all like, "Oh yeah dude, I could totally see in the first five minutes that Bruce Willis was dead!" Oops, sorry if I ruined the ending for you. Jeesh, now all we do when we watch movies is wait for the twist. Where's the twist? I saw that twist coming. There was no twist, how boring. Stupid movie.
One more thing you need to know: SPOILER ALERT! I don't wake up well. If you touch me I will wake up swinging. Or I will flinch. Or I will gasp. Or I will scream.
Anyways, well after the movie came out and was already on video. We were at my sister in law's house and they finally got around to watching it. I sent Katie to play with her older cousins because it was a "scary movie" and I didn't want to stay up all night dealing with nightmares. So while all of us were engrossed in the movie little did we know that the kids were sneaking in to watch bits and parts. We finally noticed what they were up to when they were at the scene the little girl's mom was poisoning her and little girl just kept vomiting and vomiting. I should have seen the twist that was heading to my night like a locomotive coming down the tracks but noooooo I didn't. I was pretty oblivious. We sent them on their merry little way and didn't give it a second thought.
Cut to 3 am.
I was sleeping soundly until I don't know what woke me up but there was Katie silently hovering over me as still as a statue. She scared the shit out of me.
I screamed and scared the shit out of her.
She then screamed and promptly threw up all over me.
Not on the blankets, or the mattress, or Rich. ON ME, all over me.
"Mommy, I don't feel so well."
Really? I couldn't tell. Stupid movie.
Wait until I tell you about the one with the rattlesnake.
morning sunshine muffins:
3/4 cup vegetable oil
1/4 cup milk
2 teaspoons vanilla
2 cups flour
1 cup brown sugar
2 teaspoons baking soda
2 generous teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cups shredded carrots
1 cup shredded peeled granny smith apple
1/2 cup shredded coconut
1/2 cup dried cranberries
3/4 cup chopped pecans
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place paper baking cups in each of 18 regular size muffin cups.
In a large bowl, beat eggs, oil, milk, and vanilla with a wire whisk until well blended. Add flour, brown sugar, baking soda, cinnamon, and salt; stir just until dry ingredients are moistened. Stir in carrots, apple, coconut, cranberries, and pecans.
Divide batter evenly among muffin cups, filling each cup about 3/4 full.
Bake for 20-25 minutes or until toothpick inserted comes out clean. Cool for 5 minutes and remove from pan.
Posted by krysta at 11:48 AM