NerkyGrrl

Finished the squares table. NOW can I watch a movie?

Aunt Jen got me this nifty microscope for Christmas. I’m using Dad’s new sonic screwdriver to put the batteries in.

This says my potions kit is pregnant. Am I reading this right? It’s supposed to be a bubbling, glowing potion.

“Hi! I’m building this new Lego set I got for Christmas. I hope it turns out to be fun to play with.”

Making pecans. It’s a secret family recipe that we put on the internet. Mom says it’s as good as secret, since no one else will ever bother to make them.

Here it is:

Tikka Masala Spiced Pecans 

Blend

-1 TBS grated ginger
-1 orange zest & innards (no seeds)
-1 c granulated sugar
-½ Tbs garam masala
-½ Tbs chili powder
-½ Tbs cinnamon
-½ tsp cardamom
-½ tsp salt
-1 large egg
-2 Tbs coconut flour

 Hand mix with
-2 lbs pecan halves until the wet mixture has gotten into the grooves of the pecans.

 Sprinkle over
-2/3 – 1 c more sugar and mix again.

 Roast 40’-60’ at 350 in the oven in an at least 9×13 pan, turning gently every 15’, more often toward the end, to avoid burning. A dry crust will form over the top. Turn this under to expose more of the wet coating. Final time depends on moisture –how big the egg and the orange were. Keep cooking until the pecans no longer glisten anywhere after stirring. They will still appear slightly moist until they have cooled and dried completely outside the oven, after which they will be light and crunchy.

 Let cool completely before bagging.

This is my first magazine subscription ever. It’s called ‘Spider’. Jody got it for me.

Now, when I ask Mom if I can play on the iPad, she asks if I’m done reading my magazine, yet.

We kids had a good test today at Daiwa Aikido. I’m an orange belt now.

There’s a video of my randori (free style with multiple attackers).

It looks like a seashell, but it’s a snail. It climbed all the way up here on its own.

I didn’t even know we had these in our neighborhood.

“It’s like tiny little pieces of ice!”

OMG Look how much attention I am paying.

The other kids like it when Mom comes to volunteer at the parent table because she is really challenging. At least, that’s what I tell Mom. (That’s Ms. Morgan-Arnold in the picture, though.)