Body Pump of the gods

Dear Les Mills,

You have it all figured out don't you? You think that if you set us up in a hot classroom with four good looking, buff, musically inclined, african men and they say "can you keep up" and hand you a pile of weights that we will all go back for more? Even if the next day we are sore and seem a little foggy as to how we ended up in that class let alone that gym to begin with?

So you think that making the class feel like we are in a dance club by blasting the music and having the four instructors take turns with the mike and sing and hoot that we will all just hand over hard earned cash and come for more punishment?

Let me tell you, I think you have got it all figured out. Nothing like some eye candy and good music to keep me coming back for more. It doesn't matter how I got there or that it was still dark out when I got up to get there. It doesn't matter that I am sore and swearing that I don't want to do it again. It doesn't even matter that I know that ultimately I am in for punishment. What matters is that it keeps me coming back. Something about the guys and the music pumping and the singing made it feel a bit more like some strange clubbing scene. It was fun and the pain...well, it's my punishment for wanting to go do it again!!!

Thank you Les Mills,

Sincerely,

Happily married mom of one who feels guilty about the not so Christian thoughts she is having about your instructors.

sifting flour

Not feeling all that bloggy today but I have been told it's time to update the blog.

I had promised you all a story about sifting flour, here it goes...

When we got back form our non vacation in January I was in full fledged "let's get back to it" mode so I decided I was going to bake and cook till I felt human again (for me that means having enough healthy easy grab and go snacks ready to last at least the week). One recipe I had decided on was a healthier version of scones, including whole wheat flour, flax seeds and any other healthy thing I could sneak in. So I pulled the flour down from the shelf only to realize it had gotten everywhere. The bag had somehow exploded or leaked all over the cupboard. So I got the step stool out and peered up into the cupboard and sure enough there was flour everywhere but that bag looked intact. I looked closer at the bag only to spot a tiny little bug halfway out/in of the bag through a tiny little hole he had created.

At this point I screamed for Ross.

Ross acted all nonchalant and said no worries we'll just pick them out but as we started to pour the flour he changed his tune. There were more of them than we thought so he said "lets sift them out". I was all for throwing the flour out but Ross insisted and so he got started and I pulled the whole wheat flour, the rye flour, the bread flour, the icing sugar and anything else I could think of down from the the shelf.

All the other stuff came out clean but my baking flour did not and the sifting was not going to do it. Ross at some point stopped sifting and came to get me. There were more than just mobile leggy bugs in the flour. There were larvae as well. Needless to say at that point we threw it all out but a word of caution, this can happen in your flour in Canada as well. Little bugs lay eggs in your open bag/container of flour and they mature in there and get everything they need from your baking ingredient and then when they are good and ready they eat a hole through the bag and come on out into the world looking for another bag of flour to contaminate I suppose.

Gross...there were no scones that night...