Aspen's sick today. Sick like a walking health hazard sick. So sick I've stuck her upstairs and forced her to watch movies all day (truthfully there wasn't much force involved). So this has left me quite bored between Oakley's meals. Finally I decided to crank up some music from my good ol' college days at BYU (we're talking Moby and Goo Goo Dolls, plus a little Enrique), and bake.
When Demri was in Chile I asked her to send me some dulce de membrillo, which is a type of fruit jam and something I used to enjoy when I was on my mission in Argentina. It's used to make a pie-like dessert called pasta frola. I've been waiting for the right time to make it, and decided today was the day.It's crazy: the moment I opened the package and smelled the membrillo all these memories of my mission and Argentina came flooding. It's amazing how a smell can do that. Yummmm! I can't wait to try it again.
Oakley was crying off and on during this whole scenario, but I kept saying, "Just wait 5 more minutes, Oaks! Just 'till it's in the oven....." Finally he went to sleep, poor guy!
I just pulled the frola out of the oven; time to interrupt my little movie-goer upstairs........