TQFTMDMCCIC: The Sequel

Okay, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m slacking off here! I definitely have three different flavors I’ve been meaning to share with you. I’ll start off with one that I really, truly loved:

Breyers Blasts! Girl Scout Thin Mints

 

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THE DISH: A non-green mint, with flakes of chocolate and crushed Thin Mints cookies in irregular shapes and sizes (sometimes you get lucky and find a whole one!) – it’s like cookies&cream, but with Thin Mints instead of “chocolate sandwich cookies”.

PROS: PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING. Seriously. This was awesome. Lovely minty flavor – I couldn’t tell if it was the cookies or the ice cream but either way, it was a nice dispersion. The chips were the perfect size/thickness. The texture of the cookies was awesome – like they had been dunked in a glass of milk for the perfect amount of time. Nice overall mouth feel!

CONS: I honestly couldn’t think of any while eating it. And I can’t come up with any now.

OVERALL RATING: 4 out of 5 stars – I can’t justify a 5 star rating in this context because it is not technically a “mint chocolate chip” ice cream. But I would totes give it 5 stars just for existing, outside of the TQFTMDMCCIC context!!! Yummm. I hope this sticks around.

Anyone else found this flavor and given it a try? Do you prefer just chips or cookies in your mint ice cream??

Love, Rach

The Quest For The Most Delicious Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream: Part I

You guys, my love for mint chocolate chip ice cream knows no bounds.

Relishing some MCC at Disneyland. Can you feel the love?!

Relishing some MCC at Disneyland, Summer 2011. Can you feel the love?! [I was probably also textin’ my boyfrand-who-turned-husband and was a little twitterpated, so there’s love radiating from that too, but still. The ice cream.]

There is something about the combination of minty freshness and decadent chocolatey-ness that really makes my heart sing. I’m no respecter of brands – nearly anything chocolatey and minty [green coloring not required] gets my heartstrings hummin’ along – but I definitely have my preferences.

Hence, I embarked on The Quest For The Most Delicious Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream…which shall hereby be known as TQFTMDMCCIC.
It’s pronounced “t’qwuf t’mmm-duh-mmm-kick”it’s got a little bit of a rhythm to it and sounds like beatboxing. Sort of. Almost. You may do a little dance whilst saying it if you wish.
I know I did.

But what good is TQFTMDMCCIC if I don’t share the deliciousness in photographic form and opine on each and every iced cream I try along the way?!

FIRST UP: Dreyer’s Grand Ice Cream in “mmmm Mint Chocolate Chip”

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THE DISH: A creamy smooth, green mint ice cream with a nice zingy flavor. Packed with semi-sweet chocolate chunks of varying rectangular size.

PROS: I do like the mint flavor on it’s own! It’s not timid. Very refreshing. The chocolate chunks take a little longer to melt, so each bite has a smooth chocolatey finish that’s kind of nice. Also, the chunks vary greatly in size, which makes for a fun eating experience!

CONS: Personally, I don’t like ice cream that I have to “chew”, if that makes sense. And these chocolate chunks require quite a bit of jaw action. Also, the chip-to-cream ratio seems okay at first, but occasionally I end up with a mouthful of chips alone, which is also not my fave but if that’s what you’re into you’d dig it. The mint by itself is punchy, but still is overtaken by the chocolate chunks, and I don’t love the chocolate by itself enough to really love that.

OVERALL RATING: 3 out of 5 stars. It ain’t bad, it’s good quality, and I do enjoy it…it just ain’t worth my money unless it’s on sale (which it was at the time this was purchased). I typically enjoy the off-brand/store brand mint chip just a smidge more!

I hope you’re all excited to join me in TQFTMDMCCIC! What’s your personal favorite flavor of ice cream? Any other mint chip lovers out there with recommendations for me??

love, rach

PS, mad props to my seester Sarah, who documents nearly all of the moments in my life that are worth documenting [AKA that ice cream cone at Dinneyland]. She has some sweet skillz.

PPS, in the interest of full disclosure, I ain’t sponsored by nobody and don’t have aspirations to be. This blog is just for fun, nobody is paying me to do it, and the thoughts/opinions/words are all my own. I initially purchased this ice cream to go along with my birthday cake last month (more on that later).

In which I am a little boring and a lotta vain

So, that 30-day self portrait challenge. I’ve been kind-of keeping up with it.

Without further ado, I’d like to present a look at my past week via pictures of myself on the days I have experienced within the past week!

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when you’ve got a baby attached to you pretty much all of your waking hours, this counts as an accurate self-portrait. she’s a pretty cute one to be stuck to, though.

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a road trip! a ten hour road trip, to be precise. two of them. I had plenty of time to be a goof and take pictures of my face [when I wasn’t trying to feed or entertain or soothe my child, that is…]

a more accurate picture of my roadtrip, breastpump not included.

a more accurate picture of my roadtrip, breastpump not included.

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this one is pretty neat. my hair is pretty long.

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this is the scar that I got from a sledding accident when I was sixteen. I wore a bandage over it while the wound was healing and sometimes it looked like a Hitler-style moustache. Oops.

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b-day present from the in-laws! birthstone and initial rings for my Daisy. love them. they’re from KerriAnn Designs on Etsy!

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and here we are with today. woke up feeling wonderful…but the day went downhill after about 2pm and culminated in a delicious made-from-scratch dinner catching fire in the oven. Glorious. My house didn’t burn down though, so that’s a good thing, and the smokey smell is mostly gone…

So, there’s that. Daisy and I enjoyed a short trip with my family, to meet her great-grandparents last weekend! We enjoyed Oregon very much! But we were both grateful to be reunited with the hubs/pops.

I didn’t skip as many photos as I thought I did, which surprised me. It’s been interesting trying to take photos of myself each day…I feel slightly ridiculous, but it’s good to be consistent about something and it does make me feel good. It’s an easy thing to do to for a little bit of “me” time, and I enjoy the challenge of thinking up new ways to see myself through a crappy iPhone camera lens each day.

Because you were such a good sport and put up with staring at my face and such through this post, here is a treat for you:

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when I start doing things like this and laughing hysterically….it’s a good sign that I need more sleep. being a single parent is hard, yo. I now have mad respect for all of you single parents out there, and I only had to go it alone for a long weekend. If I could see each of you in person right now, you would get a huge hug.

love, Rach

Edible Gold. What’s up with that??

Warning: this may be the silliest blog post I’ve ever written.

So I’ve been hearing a lot about ‘edible gold’ as of late. It’s all over the place. On candies, dusted on pastries, and all up on that thing Serendipity is touting as “The World’s Most Expensive Dessert“.

Naturally, I wanted to know why edible gold was such a big deal.

Also naturally, I turned to the Internet to figure out what it’s all about. (Here is one article I read)

And you know what??? The whole thing is really silly. The only real reason that pure gold is ‘edible’ is because it is an inert element that will react with absolutely nothing in your digestive system. There are no health benefits. It does absolutely nothing to your body.
Translation: you eat it, it sits inside your guts and takes a nice leisurely float on the lazy river of your intestines, and then you excrete it as waste…in the exact same form in which you ingested it.

Congratulations – the “Most Expensive Dessert” you have ever eaten also translates into the “Most Expensive Bowel Movement” you’ve ever had! You literally flushed your money down the toilet.

Really people….does that make ANY sense?
And does it even taste good??
I don’t know about you, but the last time I checked, gold doesn’t really have a special flavor to it.

Seriously.
Silliest trend I’ve ever heard of.
Except for maybe that $250K nailpolish made of black diamonds.

a word about blog trends.

So apparently, there is this thing that bloggers do.

Well, the pregnant-lady ones that is.

They post cute little updates and pictures of them with their growing baby bump, and just generally let you know how pregnancy is and stuff. Like a little diary. It’s cute.

But I’m not digging it, for myself….

So instead, here is a picture of the awesome green rug I bought for my living room last week!

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thank you, Ikea!

The curtains have since been taken down and are awaiting a return…because I liked them less and less each time I saw them. Hahaha. But the rug, I love. A whole lot. But really, who can resist a green shag rug?!

Not me, that’s who.

love, rach

ps is it weird that I’ll talk ALL about pregnancy and all things associated with it if you ask me in person, yet I don’t really want to blog about it?? I mean, I don’t even have to know someone that well for them to get me talking about OB/GYN visits and puking and breasts and anything else awkward. but on the internet to a general audience?? not a peep. hahaha.

Babies.

This past weekend, a good friend of mine and her 1-year-old daughter stayed with us for a couple days. It was lovely!!

But now, I have a problem.

I have caught the “baby stuff bug”.

Ingrid helped me start a baby registry, because I was being all contrary about it and refusing to start one.

“I hate asking people to buy me things, it feels so needy and I hate that.”/”UGH WHY DO PEOPLE THINK THEY NEED SO MUCH JUNK FOR THEIR BABIES”/”I don’t even think baby clothes are cute”/”Why is all baby girl stuff pink, I hate pink.”/”I am such a grandma, I don’t like any of this modern stuff, why can’t I just find everything at thrift stores”/”I love children and babies but I think the whole baby industry is a scam, kind of like the wedding business. PEOPLE ARE JUST TRYING TO MAKE MONEY OFF OF OUR FEELINGS!”/etc etc etc….

These types of thoughts are probably also why I had the worst wedding registry in existence. AKA why we still have yet to own a complete set of dishes…we’re up to two glasses, two mugs, two plastic cereal bowls, and a whole mess of plates! woohoo!

Well, Ingrid pretty much smacked me upside the head and set me straight. “You will need basic onesies, some in every size. Bottles and a bottle brush, too. These swaddling blankets are great. You know you like this baby carrier, you’ve used mine. Register for the cloth diapers you want, I know you’ve researched them. Here are some thoughts on baby swings and car seats.”

I now see the light…some baby junk is essential. I’m remembering this now. It’s not like I don’t have any childcare experience.

But…I’ve also found the cute stuff (AKA: not pink).

All I want to do all day is edit my Amazon registry until it is absolutely perfect and has everything I could ever want or need listed.

And hunt down baby stuff at garage sales (I scored a great Johnny Jump Up and Umbrella Stroller for $8 total this weekend!)

And talk about baby things and hold other people’s babies and think about babies and babybabybabyblahblahblah….

Yep….I am turning into THAT lady.

HELP.

love — rach

PS – on a slightly related note – I’ve been surprised lately by how much I find myself hating my entire wardrobe and how virtually all clothing looks on my current body. I find shopping for maternity clothes akin to shopping for a bathing suit. I am most definitely not a “cute fashionable pregnant lady”. I wish I was!! I just need to buckle down and buy some real maternity clothes, I think, if only I could find some that I like…Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated 🙂 it’d be nice to enjoy this part of my life to the fullest now that I am (finally)(for the most part) not nauseous 24/7 😛

Recollections of Babyhood

I was just talking to my Momma dearest. As was giving me words of motherly wisdom and encouragement she added, “I KNOW you will be able to do anything you set your mind on doing! You are determined and you DO things! No matter what it is! You came out that way!!”

She then recounted the story of how, as a baby, I couldn’t quite get the hang of how to crawl at first. But I didn’t let that stop me from going where I wanted to go, all by myself….I taught myself how to roll instead. I was a steamrollin’ machine!

crazy-haired, steamrollin’ child

My Mom would take me to playgroups with other ladies and their babies, and they’d have the Mommy talks, “Oh, how is she eating, how are her naps, and is she crawling yet??”

My Mom would always reply, “Oh, no, she doesn’t crawl….but she is DEFINITELY mobile,”

And the ladies would just smile and give a rousing, “Oh that’s nice.”

Until they’d been distracted for a while and suddenly couldn’t find me, and I turned up all the way across the living room and halfway down the hall.

Then they were giving a rousing, “HOW THE HECK DID SHE GET THERE?! You said she doesn’t even crawl!!”

“Well, I told you she was mobile.” was my Momma’s tongue-in-cheek reply…

mobility is for makin’ messes and eatin’ onions. YUM.

This story is pretty funny to me. But what’s even funnier, is that it speaks volumes about who I still am as an individual.

Even though this happened when I was less than a year old, the same basic personality traits can apply to my twenty-something self.

Impressive, ain’t it?!

I am so grateful to have parents around to remind us who we are, with simple silly stories like this.

Are there any stories from your childhood that you love/are hilarious/mean something to you?! I love hearing baby stories : ) and seeing others’ baby photos. It’s one of my hobbies. Not that I sneak into parents’ homes and look through family photo albums…that would be creepy. But if it happens to come up somehow, I secretly love it. So feel free to share 🙂

love, rach

PS – I’ve noticed I’ve gotten quite a few new followers recently…and I don’t know any of you! Please say hello! I’d love to meet you 🙂

Disneyland!

I think I have a love/hate relationship with Disneyland.

I know, I KNOW, it’s the happiest place on Earth! how could I even THINK of having hateful feelings toward the epitome of childhood and smiles and all things good?!?

well.

I do love that place. I love it a lot. the rides are great, the people are nice, the shows are awesome, the souvenir shopping is fun, the food is yummy, the background music is lovely and catchy, and you get to meet real live princesses and other awesome cartoon characters that have been brought to life!!

I guess the only part I don’t really like is the “Disney hangover” that comes from walking around a theme park for fifteen hours in the heat and consuming copious amounts of MSG. and also the times when I forget to bring a sweater because it was 70 degrees that morning and suddenly it is night time and 50 degrees and I am freezing my booty off.

that’s about it, really.

our family vacation was truly wonderful 🙂 I’m so happy I got to hang out with my awesome family!

photographic evidence of awesomeness:

just chillin, ridin coasters, doing the YMCA….nbd.

Love — Rach

Dopplegangers, round III

this is a conundrum I have discussed many times before.

I blogged about it here and here. [that’s how much of an issue it is, it’s warranted TWO whole blog posts!] and if  you are a good friend of mine, it is likely that you are sick of hearing about it by now, therefore you are excused from reading any further. kbye, besties!

I like to call this phenomenon, the “if there is any woman that has ever had brown hair and brown eyes, I am apparently identical to them” syndrome.

my husband has never previously expressed any symptoms of this queer phenomenon.

however, as we were sitting down to dinner last week, he stared at me for a little longer than usual.

and then he said it.

“you know, I figured it out. you look JUST like Demi Moore! only prettier. you’re like a pretty Demi Moore.”

I think our hair is similar in these photos. And that's about it.

*facepalm*

I laughed. I reminded him that I’ve heard that one before. and then I listed off some of the other celeb comparisons I’ve had.

AND HE AGREED WITH MOST OF THEM.

“I can see that! but Anne Hathaway is definitely your sister, not you.”

They both have very nice teeth that look similar. That is all.

*facepalm x 2*

I don’t know why this bothers me [and my sister] so much, having countless dopplegangers.

but it does.

possibly because it feels like you’re stripped of your individuality when you’re compared to others? that your beauty only counts because you look similar to someone the media/general public has deemed as beautiful?? or simply because WE LOOK NOTHING LIKE THESE PEOPLE??!!?!?!?!!?

I don’t know. I don’t spend too much time analyzing these things, because they don’t actually matter. it’s just a pet peeve, and a rather ridiculous one at that.

my husband still thinks I’m hotter than Demi Moore [and all other celebrities], and that’s good enough for me 🙂

Love — Rach

Kiddos.

Today, I helped my cousin-in-law watch her children and the children of two of her sisters.

I. loved. it.

I really, really, really enjoy playing with and taking care of kids. I’ve really been missing it, too. hanging out with kiddos has been a huge part of my life, but after you’re in college people just don’t ask you to babysit anymore….unless you are a nanny [which I was].

I was talking to the husband after I got home and said something about how I wasn’t sick of kids yet because I’m not a mother.

and he said, “I don’t think you’ll ever get sick of them…” (sweet, right?) “…..it takes a certain lack of maturity to enjoy a lack of years.”

then he started giggling maniacally and gave me a big fat hug and kiss.

he sure is a tease. I love him a lot : )

PS – I asked him what that statement says about him, trying to tease him back (he’s six years my senior)…he just laughed and said “That you’re AWESOME.”

I can’t win.

Love — Rach