Homemade Steak Sauce and Wine Glass Flowers

Morgan and Patrick worked on some Math this morning. I'll post more on Patrick's Math issues in another post. Morgan returned home this afternoon after our Art Class and decided to make Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip cookies. My independent girl. We doubled the recipe so she was able to practice her fractions. Really does 2 dozen cookies last in anyone's house anymore.

This girl needs a Kitchen Aid mixer of her own for her birthday.

Don't they look delicious?

When I went shopping yesterday I was shocked to find that A-1 Steak Sauce was over $5.00 for one bottle! What's up with that? So today I decided to make my own. It definitely was not A-1 but this recipe was so incredibly good that I could have had this for cocktails tonight. Ok-so the color looks like diarrhea-get past it. Once it's on your plate and mingles with the steak it's just incredible. Here is the recipe:

1/4 cup of orange juice

1/4 cup grapefruit juice (or use all orange juice)

1/2 cup raisins (these act as the thickener-do not omit)

1/4 soy sauce

1/4 cup white vinegar

2 Tbsp Dijon

1 Tbsp grated orange peel

2 Tbsp ketchup

2 Tbsp Salsa

Bring all the ingredients to a boil for 2 minutes, stirring constantly. Remove from the heat. Allow the mixture to cool, pour into a blender and blend untill smooth. An immersion blender works great too. Store in the refrigerator for up to 3 months.

Ah yes and art class today. The kids used oil crayons and next week they will water color over the top of their art. Here's Tae's beautiful flower garden.

And Patrick's ginormous flowers overlooking some ?cabbage?

Then there is Morgan's. Pretty Daisies and Zinnia blowing in the wind and she must have made this flower garden just for me. Let's look closer. Don't those Tulips look distinctly like WINE GLASSES? Hmmmm-she even included the Red wine. She is my favorite daughter for a reason you know. However, she did mention to the entire class that if this was really Mommy's garden...those glasses would be empty!

I'm rethinking the favorite daughter mantra.