When QJ moves – Part 4- Premade, processed, icky food….is amazing

I know most people don’t know my eating habits (yet?) but for the most part, I make everything homemade, avoid chemicals (despite the last post’s implications) when I can, and like to think that we eat pretty healthy. 


Except this day. 

This day, we had our family of 6, plus 4-12 helpers throughout the day, and so I grabbed the most convenient, cheapest, most universal food I could think of. 



Boxed pizza. 

I must say, midway through the day and after the 12th pizza* I pulled out of the oven, that was probably the best frozen pizza I’ve ever had, too, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. If regular readers existed here and knew what I was, health, fitness, and mommy bloggers would lecture me here…..but because nobody’s really reading this yet, I have nothing to be afraid of. I liked every bite of that Totino’s pizza and I wouldn’t have changed it for the world. :P 

And if that weren’t bad enough, that morning, I pulled out a frozen apple pie for the kids’ breakfast. Someone had given it to us quite a while back, but I hadn’t use it because we don’t usually eat pie….and when we do, I make it myself. I figured on our first day in a new house, why not celebrate by having dessert for breakfast? 


Yes, frosting and all. No, it wasn’t a very nutritional day, but whatever. It was fun. Don’t ask what we had for supper that night, though….



Shut up. :P 


*Not that I expect you to notice, but in case you did, the pizza pictures show different colored counters. I actually cooked the first batch at the old house while continuing to pack and clean. Then when we took the load over to the new house, I cooked more in the oven there. 

The rest of the posts about my big move can be found here

When QJ moves – Part 3 – Chemicals are better than food? Hmm…

That’s what the picture looks like, right? No food, but a heart for “cemicals,” ha!

To take the mystery out of the picture, what actually happened was I let the girls help me label some of the boxes. In one of the first trips, we took all the food over to the new house and put it away immediately. That gave us an empty box and it’s one of the few that we reused. One of the girls marked out food, repacked it with “chemicals” from under the kitchen sink, and tossed on a doodle like I had been.

The rest of the posts about my big move can be found here

When QJ moves – Part 2 – What’s the difference between a pan and a pot?

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Generally, this is a pan I use to fry foods in, whether it’s sauteeing onions and garlic, browning pork chops, or actually using it as a shallow deep fryer sometimes even.

I tried finding a definite definition of pot vs. pan, but apparently it’s kind of vague. Here’s what one site says:

“One difference between a pot and a pan is their size and shape. Pots are deeper, with high sides. They have a circular base, and the sides of a pot tend to go straight up. A pan, on the other hand, is fairly shallow. The sides may only come up a couple of inches from the base. 

Another difference between a pot and a pan is their purpose. A pot is typically used for liquids. ” 

Another said this: “Generally it is the the handles, a pot has 2 and a pan has one… ” 


Well. This pan is fairly shallow, generally used for frying, etc. Technically it has two “handles” but that’s debatable. Today’s purpose definitely took it from  being a pan to being a pot, though. 



Yes, not only did I resort to fixing ramen, but I also cooked it in a frying pan, hehe. 


And for the record, we call it “top ramen.” Where I live now, I do refer to it as “ramen noodles” pronounced “ray-men,” just so people know what the heck I’m talking about. “Top ramen” is pronounced “rah-meh”….close to “raw.” People tend to think I’m crazy for that, but I took a picture of top ramen as proof. 



So while I understand that’s a brand name, it’s no different than saying Kleenex instead of tissue, and that’s what I grew up referring to it as. “Ramen noodles” still sounds so foreign to me, ha. 


Oh, and yes, it was served in more plastic bowls.





And outside. Hey, it was the cleanest place of the house. 



The rest of the posts about my big move can be found here.