Tax Time!!!

As most single mommies, and even some married parents know… The beginning of the year is like a sweet-sweet birthday, without the reminder that you are yet another year older. This is the time of year that Uncle Sam reimburses us for all the broken mini-blinds, crayoned walls, and stained furniture; in the form of child tax credits. Well, like most, I have decided to do some things with my tax return that I normally would not do on my measly annual income. I am taking my four sons to Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida, for Spring Break. Huge, right?

I also appreciate the little things in life. I recently made a purchase that I am not entirely proud of. I bought a TWELVE DOLLAR, 10 ounce, bottle of edible goo. Totally disregarding the fact that $12 would buy an entire, budget friendly, dinner for my family of five. Shame. On. Me. But in my defense; this isn’t just any goo. This is Pampered Chef Pineapple Rum Sauce goo. Described, on their website, as “a tropical mix of pineapple, coconut cream, mango and red pepper, combined with a touch of rum, creates a refreshing, sweet and spicy sauce”. Your mouth is watering now too, right?

This evening I decided to crack open the bottle, that has been guilt-hidden in my cabinet for 2 weeks. The recipe depicted in the brochure which I selected this goo from called for a softened block of cream cheese, and crackers. You simply pour the sauce over the cream cheese and spread on crackers. I have chosen Triscuits. Mmmmm.

My youngest son was in the kitchen with me when I began preparation. As I poured the golden goo, with it’s less than appetizing appearance, over the block of cream cheese, Christopher asked “WHAT IS THAT?!” I replied “your FACE”; which is my response to questions that I do not want to answer, or when I am trying to be a smart ass. (Also see: “Your MOM”)

A minute later, curiosity brought my older 3 sons into the kitchen. “What are you making?” I did not answer, so Christopher decided to share my recipe. With the most serious demeanor he said “cream cheese, with your face poured on top… we are going to eat it with those crackers”. He has yet to develop my sarcasm trait.

Most entertaining $12 I have spent, in a long time.