Whenever daylight savings changes I flip the mattress. (I know I'm a little late)
Every new season I change the duvet cover.
Scott actually helps me this time. Yup, I'm cool like that.
I was a little worried we had too much dough so we got out every pan that could be used for muffins.
By the time we actually eat "breakfast," at least that's what Brooke calls it, Peanut has already finished most of his Organmix. I know, we spoil the little runt. Speaking of Brooke's fascination with breakfast, she will not eat anything that resembles lunch for her first meal of the day. So, even on the laziest Sunday, breakfast comes before lunch.
As you can see Brooklyn really loved her muffin-fast -- even if it was already 1 p.m.
While I finish up some dishes Brooke cleans the kitchen. Did you know that Brooke is a cleaning expert (really, she'll clean your house or cook for you. HINT: she's looking for clients). She always spends more time than necessary cleaning things, but that's OK; my pop's just like that. I think her super-cleaning skills are rubbing off on me.
My parents got me a rack for my bike with collapsible baskets for my birthday. I am very excited to have them for future trips to the farmers markets or day trips to Minnehaha Falls for a picnic.
It took over an hour to put this thing together. I'm quickly becoming a regular handyman; between fixing bikes, cutting blinds (check back for my Ikea blind cutting post later this week) and repairing faucets, I may just equal papa Romenesko's home repair skills someday.
The finished product looks pretty spiffy.
Now that it's warmer out we keep our back doors open to our back porch. Peanut loves that he can look out different windows and anxiously waits for the door to open so he can sprint outside.
Once I've finished assembling her new bike rack we head for Northeast: home to yummy sausage, lots of bars and all the yupsters (yuppy-cum-hipster; not to be confused with the hipster plague of South Minneapolis) the world could want.
We had BIG plans to pick up some sausage for dinner and have lunch at Kramarczuk's. We arrived 10 minutes too late.
We then headed to the nearest grocery store, Lund's, to get our meat plus some grits and hominy.
The M-i-s-s-i-pp-i is filled to the brim. With the top five snowfall total this year, all of Minnesota's rivers are cresting. Usually the waterfall above drops a decent distance, but right now it's swollen like a twisted ankle. The real waterfall just a few hundred yards down the river is thunderous.
After crossing the river we finally eat lunch at 5 p.m. Killer B and I each get a slice of pizza from our old haunt, Pizza Luce. Most people would call that dinner, but in the Tuska-Romenesko household 3 meals a day (plus a few healthy snacks and a daily bike ride) keep the doctor away ... or maybe it's our lack of health insurance.
Brooke finds these sweet tats just as we're about to leave.
On the way to The Queen we meandered through the Northside. Where else would you find the last two telephone booths in the Twin Cities and beautiful old homes?
(P.S. We'd love if you bought one of these. Our street is already very nice and could use a few more friendly faces. The first one would cost less than $300 a month with taxes and insurance.)
Scott prepared dinner...
Brooke eats it...
Meanwhile I made our granola for the week. I gave up cereal last summer after Scott had been telling me for years to stop eating it. If you read the ingredient list on a box of cereal there are a lot of unpronounceable words on it. I like knowing what I'm eating, so, by making my own cereal I know what goes in it and I can create my own.
We then head to bed and read.
Reading makes you sleepy.