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Ice Box Cake for Father’s Day

Because of the fact that I lived in Norway, I tend to migrate towards the Norwegian side of my heritage, but my Dad’s side of the family is Italian. Growing up we called our spaghetti sauce “gravy” and waved our hands around a lot when we talked. Oh wait… I still do that.

My Dad tells me stories about my paternal grandfather sometimes, and one of the stories are about when he was a milkman. Apparently they had a lot of milk during that time, because my grandmother used to make a no-bake cake called Ice Box Cake. I have recently brought this cake back into my life, and despite the ingredients being something I would not normally eat, when you put this all together, its weirdly amazing.

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What you’ll need:

1 box of Graham Crackers

1 box chocolate pudding (Cooktop – not instant)

1 box vanilla pudding

1 box butterscotch pudding

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That’s it! Here’s what you do: Use a 3 quart glass or metal dish with high sides, add a layer of graham crackers on the bottom. Cook the butterscotch pudding according to the package directions. Pour it over the graham crackers. It’s OK that it still hot, that will soften the graham crackers and make it better! Clean out the pot, and cook the vanilla pudding next. Add a layer of graham crackers and pour the vanilla on top. Repeat this step with the chocolate. Crumble a couple of graham crackers and sprinkle them on top of the chocolate layer to make it look nice (this cake is not very pretty..) and pop it in the fridge. Don’t knock it till you try it, this cake is the bomb! Plus, you don’t have to heat up your kitchen in the middle of summer by fooling with the oven. It’s a winner.

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This cake is so easy, Maren made the entire thing. Then she ate it.

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Happy Father’s Day! Since the kids are out of town, I am treating Mark to a day in Cincinnati full of beer and brunch. He deserves it for being such a loving Dad to our kiddos. I am also thinking of my Dad, Mike (this cake reminds me of him), my grandpa Lou and Mark’s Dad, Dick. We love you guys!

An Afternoon in Athens

This past Sunday rolled around rainy and dreary, and since I recently cancelled cable, there was literally nothing to watch on TV. We faced an afternoon of cleaning the house if we didn’t do something quick! The horror.

As per the usual, Mark was scrolling on Instagram, and he saw that Little Fish Brewing in Athens, Ohio was having “Kids Day” that very afternoon. Our motto is, if we can get to a brewery and the kids can have a good time in the process, it’s a win-win.

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What it’s like to be married to an Ironman

Training for long distance racing is a big job. Long hours of pushing your body further and faster, not to mention the drive, ambition, stamina, and pure FOCUS you need to have on your end goal. In addition to all that? It’s pretty addictive. Once a person starts, they usually become pretty obsessed with it. It’s all they think about: the thrill of race day is a high like no other. And to those of us that don’t partake? Well, we think they are just crazy people.

I know all these things because I am part of the lesser known group of people that support one of these crazies. I say that in the most affectionate way imaginable, but I do think my husband is a little crazy. A lot of people have asked me over the years how I deal with him being gone for long hours while training, and how I handle his brutal schedule. I’m not going to lie, with 2 kids and busy lives, it’s not always easy.

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