This Isn't Epicurious

 I was looking for a recipe on my blog this morning and struggling.  When I started blogging in October 2007 I wasn't really thinking I'd still be blogging in 2016.  I do have labels for searching but even that can take a long time to go through the recipes when you need to find a cookie recipe from 2008.  I am not a professional blogger or cook so it hasn't been a priority to get one of those fancy headers with all kinds of sections.  It's not like I get paid to write this drivel.

It has come to my attention though that my guys are a tad frustrated with my lack of recipe sorting.  They're cute but they do get snarky with their mama sometimes.

 Some recipes make it on the blog and some do not and some have gotten on twice because I don't remember which recipes I've put on the blog.  I can't remember why I went into the laundry room so how could I possibly keep track of all the recipes I've ever made and posted.

 Is this sticky buns or PW's orange rolls?  I don't know.

 Was this for family reunion in 20whatever or for a pumpkin carving party? 

I don't know.

There is no recipe for my peach pie, I just make it.

Danny called me for the coffee cake recipe that I made most Sunday mornings for breakfast when he was growing up.  I was in New York City walking from Central Park to St. Patrick's Cathedral on a Sunday morning.  Uhm, no it's not on the blog, no I can't seem to recall exact measurement and no I don't want to text an entire recipe guesstimate right now.

In Danny's defense, he is the most tolerant of me.  God bless his heart.

Max gets irritated with me when I tell him it's on the blog because the search on the blog is pretty tiny on a iphone.  Especially when you're in a grocery store.  Apparently.

I didn't even realize just how irritated Sam was with his mama until this text exchange.

So on Monday when he asked how I make my mashed potatoes I dropped everything and texted him a novel.  I don't need that little emoji red faced angry guy again.

Max reiterated to me this weekend just how annoying it is when I don't have a recipe for every thing I've ever cooked or baked for them at my finger tips 24/7.

And here, all this time, I thought it was so great that they could reference the blog.

I can be so irritating.

Here's a newsflash, I get pretty irritated myself when someone calls me from the grocery store and wants me to give them a recipe when it's on the stinkin' blog!

Those guys are lucky to have a mama with a blog.  Just ask them.

I dare you...

Or call me from the grocery store for a recipe.

I dare you...