Favorite Dishes on Pinterest

My Pinterest boards are pretty full.  I’ve never really liked magazines, at my house they wind up torn, bent or someone spills a drink on a table where they are sitting, and then I have to scrape magazine pages off the table.  But I love Pinterest.  I’ve never been a terribly creative person. But I love to make things….. following other people’s directions, and then usually altering them.  I could be on a commercial for Pinterest.

The trouble is that there are millions of pins out there, and I’m often left wondering if the recipe really is delicious.  If the craft is in fact simple to put together.  If the paint color actually looks good on the wall.  So, here are my favorite recipes from Pinterest, that I have actually made and not just pinned because they are pretty pictures!  These recipes get the Marks Family seal of approval, from all 6 of us.

 
 
 

Sausage Squares. So, so good.  I’ve made these and then altered them to fit my mood.  I’ve done a variety with scrambled eggs tossed in, pizza style with some sauce and pepperoni, cheeseburger style with ground beef, cheddar and tomato.  And I have a spinach-chicken-artichoke theme in mind to try.

My family has never liked the home made mac n’ cheese I’ve made.  And I’ve tried out a lot of recipes on them.  But this one was a definite winner.  It will make you rethink ever buying boxed mac n’ cheese with neon orange cheese powder.

My kids LOVE this Pizza roll and request it frequently.  You can change it up any way you want with your favorite pizza toppings.

This is my favorite Potato Soup.  I’ve been making my own for a long time but it is rather… well… deliciously happy and fattening!  This one is delicious and as an added bonus sneaks uber healthy cauliflower into my children without them noticing.

This. This is so good. Make it today.  You will thank me later.

Simple. Easy. Quick.  I subsitute the egg noodles with a whole wheat pasta, you know, to off set the tons of cheese and sausage and pepperoni 😉

I was pretty sceptical about a title called “Perfect Chicken” but since I’ve never managed to time my chicken perfectly I was willing to try.  And this method of cooking chicken definitely delivered.  It did come out perfectly and and juicy.  I’m a believer now.

I can’t allow myself to make this one very often.  Its heaven for me.  I can eat the entire thing by myself.

I’m going to issue a warning about these brownie bites.  If you like Reeces Peanut Butter Cups, these are 562,000 times better. Addictive, irresistable and fuh-get-about-it if you should happen to eat one or 6 while they are still warm.

I have made a ton more recipes that I’ve found on Pinterest, but that is probably enough for today  I’m Mari Marks if you want to follow my boards. 

What pins have you tried and loved?

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InstaFriday

I have found that when a month slips by with me not having a moment to blog, Instagram becomes a busy woman’s mini blog! I love that I can capture the little moments that I truly cherish, and will be able to look back on some day.  I’m linking up with Jeannett at Life Rearranged, because this InstaFriday stuff was her awesome idea. 

I’m Marijmarks on Instagram if you want to keep up with the life and times of a crazy family of 6.

“The Hole in Our Gospel” continues to tear me to pieces.  In a good way.  If you haven’t read it, start today.  Like right this minute go out and get yourself a copy.  Richard Stearns gets straight to the heart of God’s heart for the fatherless and poor. Real poor, not American poor.

I came upon this scene.  And my son shouting “Mom!!!!!!  “Mommmmmmmyyyyyy please commmmeeeerrrrreeee!”  Boys.  I tell you what, after 3 girls, this little man surprises me in new and riduculous ways every day.

Days off of school and super awesome libraries are my favorite.

I found these gems in my camera roll from vacation a few weeks ago.  I love how completely different each of my children are. And I’m going to keep on telling myself that after Addison’s encounter with the police this week.   I’m especially digging Donovan’s pose in the top photo. 

Swoon.  Have mercy. If there are any dudes out there reading this….. Your wife will be more “friendly” to you if you get into full character for bedtime stories.  I’m just saying.  🙂

Watching this is my happy place.

Ah Anne with an E, I imagined the day we would read this together when she was just a baby in my arms.  Makes me so happy and so teary at the same time that it happened in a nano-second of time.

Happy Mail!  Still in a bit of shock that I was chosen to receive the study set.

I will be returning to World Market for this baby for a little bit of St. Patrick’s Day fun. 
How was your week?

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The Day Addison Was Taken to School by the Police

Every day cannot be Disney World joy.  Some days there is nothing but the grace of God that gets you through.  And I am so, so, so thankful for that Grace.  Because some days are nothing short of ugly.

For instance, having my kindergartener throw a massive tantrum in my drive way.  And that kindergartener refusing to get into my neighbor’s car, as her sisters pull on her arms.   After about 5 minutes I see that they haven’t left the driveway (in our latest snow storm),  and also realize that I’m in, well lets just say that it was the one night I didn’t go to bed in my very modest flannel pajamas…..  So I run to the back door to find the biggest coat that will cover my scantily clad self, and some snow boots to go out and retrieve my daughter (in front of my friend’s husband), who has plum lost her freaking mind.  So I get her inside and have one of those moments where you would never ever ever ever ever in a zillion years want a hidden camera to see.  Complete mom failure.  So I do what any mom would do.  I call her father. Because Mommy and Daddy turn into “Your Mother” and “Your Father”  when  a kid has been possessed.  I called him approximately 12 times until he picked up.  He probably thought we were being robbed with as many times as I called.  He talks her down, but doesn’t convince her to stop crying, mind you.  I point my arm to the door and the van without a word.  As she walks at a snail’s pace I realize that I am still in my coat, boots and not much else… so I wisely decide to take a moment and pull on some jeans.  Cuz I’m not going to be the crazy mother with the screaming daughter who shows up in her night gown.  I have a little self respect.  I’ll be the crazy mother with the screaming daughter in jeans, thank you very much. 

I pulled into the drop off for the school and see that there is no one left going in, but the door is still open, so I make her take her little self in, by herself.  Because I am that hopping mad.  I see our Police Sargeant (who watches out for the school in the mornings), and he sees me.  Then he sees my little tasmanian.  She refuses to get out of the van, and so I go up past the boiling point into a hard boil.  Thankful I put jeans on, I get out, open her door and pull her out and shoo her toward the school.  Addison takes about 10 steps, and lets not forget that she is still sobbing, but now screaming on a loop, as if she’s on fire, “I DON’T WANT TO GO, I WANT MY MOMMY!” Which at this point I’m not quite sure why she wants me, because of the aforementioned loss of temper. 

She gets about half way to the door, and I really feel that I can’t emphasize enough, that She. Is. Still. Screaming. And Sobbing. I was a little concerned her tears were going to freeze on her face.
So, that is where the police step in.  I seem him analyzing the situation, and looking me over.  Our  friendly Police Sargeant comes over, says hello, takes her by the hand and walks her into school as she continues to cry.  Where was I when this was going down? Standing by my van,  panicked that he was going to come back out and arrest me for breaking my child’s heart.  So I overcompensated with a lot of “Mommy loves you so much, but its time for school.”  “By sweetie, love you, have a great day!” and “Please stop maniacally screaming, because Mommy doesn’t want a visit from the police and a social worker today, there’s too many bras hanging to dry on the dining room chairs!”  Ok, the last one I said to myself, but I sure enough said it in a very loud, firm voice in my head. And I meant business.  And then I got myself out of there before he came back out to question me. Which, looking back on it is pretty ridiculous.  Oh yeah, I totally out manuevered the police.  He’ll never find me…. at my house down the street…. or think to ask the school or my child where I live….. But I made sure to park in the garage with the door closed….. with some very conspicuous tire tracks…….I was just not up for an inquiry from the police that morning. 

Dear Addison, I am going to read this back to you some day when you have a child that refuses to go to school and you want to rip your hair from your head.  Love, Mommy.