Paper advent calendar

Type = "html" > in the run-up to Thanksgiving, that had my mind on many things, most of them not food. I certainly ate.  And they did eat.  And they did eat.  But I found my mind fight against the tensions, pressures and other banalities.  Finally, my mind began to look at lunch bags.

We have had a number of lunch boxes around.  On Halloween, we had shot us a rotten crazy party that many a mouth within a ten mile radius.  In order to encourage guests to take the sugar House and away from our own children, we had an activity where the children can decorate lino-impreso handmade bags.  It was these leftover white bags that sang to me.

Cooking always has been a joy for me; they enrich me its inherent creativity and its relationship of coexistence.  However, the scene of food blogging, its competence and its referent, were difficult. I always felt that I was in high school.  However, in the midst of radio silence, it was certainly cooking.  But instead of trying to find new combinations and frankly win followers invisible, unknown worship, I went back to the regulars.  I was only cooking for me and my family.  And then I also let my many interests live unnoticed.

Doing things, in whatever form that takes, it continues to enrich myself at home.  He continued to write and photograph.  But, I've been doing it for myself. And this reminds me of the moment, where it stood at the door of the pantry, as if it has a presentiment of a conquest.  The bags were sitting on the shelf.  Lets face it.  They were asking for it.

A couple of hours, a pair of scissors and a little bondage, and voila, a bag of paper advent calendar.  The emergence of spare began a whirlwhind of more decisions of Advent.  Felt and mason jars were mistreated, to be sure.  The children certainly can now count up to 24.  If they are doing anything other than a day from a portion of the month of December, it could be a problem.  But, Hey, why you put too much pressure on young people?