The weather has been mostly lovely in Orlando. And that's been quite appreciated as we have needed to get out and get fresh air. Sometimes, we get out and exercise. Other times, we bundle up a tad and sit by the pool and nap. However, yesterday I was too excited about my latest foodie mag, and Paul and Nora slept while I read it cover-to-cover.
Speaking of New York, I understand that New York is well known for exceptional bagels. (Never mind that the picture shows us picking out bagels in a hotel room in Orlando.) The Wall Street Journal had a very interesting article about a new invention that helps keep bagel fanatics out of the Emergency Room.
The Pampered Chef is a company similar to Mary Kay where people come to your house and host a party selling their wares, but it's even more like Tupperware because the focus is selling items for the kitchen. I have only had two experiences with Pampered Chef, only one included a party. The other was someone handing me a catalog. Do you know where the products are that I purchased from the catalog? Me either.I suspect they're buried deep in a drawer because they weren't very useful when I brought them home. Do you know where the item I bought at the party is? Believe it or not, the cookbook is right beside me. . .but not for long.
This was a wedding present, and I have come to use it increasingly. My mother liked it so much, she went out and got one for herself. It measures in ounces, tablespoons, and teaspoons. I do also own one slightly smaller, but this one is more versatile.
These tweezers are totally fascinating. They were a gift from my mother-in-law and my aunt-in-law. Apparently, they shopped all over Vienna, Austria, to get as many as they could. (Marsha gives them away as wedding presents. No, I won't give out her address so you can send her an invitation.) They come from a German store, WMF. I have no idea what it means and don't know that I had ever seen one until we were there. No matter where it came from, this little tool is quite interesting. I'm still learning its variety of uses.
I must have mentioned my desire for one of these contraptions one day because my mother-in-law mentioned to my aunt-in-law that she was looking for one for me. The aunt-in-law sent us one not long after that conversation. Paul's aunt comes from California, which means she has access to pretty much anything you could ever want. She also has a graduate degree in home economics; so, has much insight on cool kitchen products. Many of our favorite items were gifts from her.
We are big fans of IKEA. Paul, a designer, appreciates the classic lines of the products. I appreciate the prices. Not all of IKEA's products speak to everyone. However, I want to share a few products I believe should speak to everyone. They are the products I would never want to live without.