The Sweet Tooth Cure: A Simple Dessert Recipes for Kids

Updated: December 2021. Even though my kids are now 16 and 12. They still love Nutella and graham crackers.  The other recipes are simple and delicious. 


My kids have it.  I think it is in their genes.

Does this face give it away?



Or this one?



It's a sweet tooth.  We have discovered the perfect union in our house for a post dinner treat.  You probably married these two long ago, but I'm always a little behind the times.


So simple.  So easy.  So effortless.
A small serving of nutella on a graham cracker.
I think this face tells you that some foods are just meant to be together.




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Lights Out, Life Unplugged

On Saturday, the family hunkered down for the worst of Hurricane Irene.  We really got off lucky this time.  We saw heavy rain, lost power for about two hours, and that was it. We were fortunate.  Being stuck inside with the kids was probably worse than the Hurricane itself, for us anyway.  Even though we were on the edge of the storm’s path, we lost power just as soon as my son took his first step down the stairs, about 8:30 am.
Image from WRAL during Hurricane Irene
Luckily, my husband and I got in our electronic fix as part of our typical morning routine before the outage.  I enjoyed two cups of tea while soaking up all the news and social media that I could, before the kids awakened for the day.  I was following the storm on TV, Twitter, and was about to log into Facebook when we became unplugged.  When we lose power in my home, we truly become unplugged. I don’t have an iPad or a smartphone.  We are really left in the dark, so to speak.

The apple doesn’t fall too far from the parental tree because my son likes his own “little morning” routine, too.  He likes to watch TV when he awakes, just like kids used to do on Saturday mornings when children’s programming was just one day a week, and not around the clock as it is in 2011.  His little routine buys these middle-aged parents, who well remember peaceful and leisurely mornings before kids, some much needed time in the morning.

I don’t think we are bad parents.  We take our kids to parks, museums, shopping centers, and on playdates. We read to them, teach them things, make brownies with them, expose them to different foods through a variety of restaurants, and when we travel, they stay in some of the nicest hotels around.  I wouldn’t mind being my own child, honestly.  They do a lot more than I ever did as a child.  Sure, my son has some downtime in front of the TV, and this summer it’s probably been a lot more than it needed to be.  I will go ahead and admit that, but we’re about to shut the TV off entirely during the week when he gets back in school.
A little morning coloring.  Yes, she does wear her brother's old PJs.

When our children are home, we expect for them to entertain themselves a good bit of the day. It’s good for their imagination.  Am I their constant playmate?  No, I’m their 42-year-old mom, who is not a big fan of playing children’s games, and I’m certainly not pulling out Junior Scrabble at 8:30 am on a Saturday.

That is, until maybe the power is out, and a hurricane is looming outside. 

He asked, “Well, what do we do?”

My husband responded, “We’ll talk.”  And then I interjected, “Yeah, and we may play a game after breakfast.”

He looked at me as if hell froze over and then searched for the game with his flashlight.


After he set up our game, my husband left me to play the game alone while he showered with whatever water was left in the tank.  My son spelled “sun,” and I thought he was brilliant, until I looked and saw that there were numerous words written on the board with their photos beside them.  Okay, so he’s not brilliant for his age.  My mistake.

Baby Diva proceeds to knock his clever word off the board, and throws a “T” across the room as I tried to spell “storm.”  Mr. Cool loses his cool, and I start to wonder what the storm is doing. We already know there is no “sun.”  Man, I hate being unplugged.  At the drop of one letter, everyone lost interest in the game.  My son is mad at his sister.  They are wrestling in loud chaos beside me, as letters of the alphabet are stuck to their feet.  Can you spell, “O-V-E-R?”

She makes games a challenge

Soon, the power flickered.  Could it be?  Yes, it was.

My son yelled with glee, “We can watch TV.”

The storm brewed outside all day.  It was dark, dreary, and dangerously stormy. With no plans, the day was long, but we were thankful to be safe, cool, and plugged in.  




***Today's post is meant to provide my readers with a little reading entertainment.  Unfortunately, many people in North Carolina, and all along the Eastern Coast, have a lot to clean-up today.  Our thoughts are with them as this process begins, and damage is surveyed.  For a complete look at storm damage in the Tarheel state, visit http://www.wral.com/


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1996 versus 2011: A Tale of Storm Coverage (SOC Sunday)

(I had a few minutes this morning so I thought I would write for five minutes, unedited for All things Fadra, Stream of Consciousness Sunday.  I hope everyone who is the path of Hurricane Irene is safe today, and for those who have already been in her path, best wishes as you begin clean up.  I hope damage was minimal. )

Change sure has occurred in 15 years, but I didn’t have to tell you that.  In September of 1996, I was a news reporter for a television station in Wilmington, North Carolina.  I was prepping to cover my second hurricane in less than two months, and this storm was predicted to be stronger than the lady named, Bertha, who came before her.   This time, we were preparing for the arrival of a girl, named Fran.  She was an uninvited guest on our coastline.

We worked tirelessly for days reporting on storm coverage preparations before this category three Hurricane finally made landfall.  It felt like we worked around the clock.  We did.  When Fran hit Wilmington, and went straight through Raleigh, North Carolina, we kept reporting live in the high winds, and heavy rains.  Power was out everywhere.  Our faithful viewers couldn’t see us.  They were in the dark, and had no information.   Some may have been able to listen to us on their battery-powered radio, but that was their only source of information until power was restored, a good week after the storm.  I was the first media person on Topsail Island, and saw scenes like this. Reporters tried to get news to their viewers the best they could. 

1996 FEMA Photo


Hurricane Irene Path

Fast forward 15 years, and North Carolina television news crews were out in the rain, and wind again.  This time, for the less powerful, but huge storm named, Hurricane Irene.  Once a news junkie, always a news junkie, so I was glued to the local news in the comfort of my own home, which gave me the visual reminder of why I left TV news.  I wanted to be in my home during natural disasters, and not standing in the elements.   But, something was different this time.  Reporters had Facebook, and Twitter to help them cover this storm.  Viewers had mobile applications on their phones and iPads, and could stay connected, even when the power was out.   The coverage was remarkable as long, as cell service was intact.   Seeing the storm in action this way almost wanted me to get back in a newsroom.  Notice, I said almost. 




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Empty Backpacks

I think it’s safe to say that summer is winding down. I say this because school supplies have taken over our formal dining room table.  You can’t see the surface for eight glue sticks, crayons, markers, notebooks, and the other items on the official kindergarten supply list.


School starts for my son next week.  Mr. Cool is entering kindergarten, and my toddler will be going to preschool two mornings a week after Labor Day.   Yes, it does make me want to do a little happy dance.  Having six hours a week, with no child at my side, will hopefully recharge my batteries a little.  I am hoping that I will be more productive because I will have more stress-free time to be productive, if that makes sense.  You know what I’m talking about. A trip to a grocery store will take half the time because I won’t have to spend the first ten minutes in the entryway, struggling with Baby Diva to sit in the cart.  Note that I didn’t say my trips to Target would be shorter.  Just being honest. Those trips will take longer because I will actually have a chance to BROWSE.  Thank goodness for school.  Right?

Like many other parents, we purchased new backpacks this year.  I had so much fun picking one out for my daughter. My son even helped me. She’ll be carrying a personalized pink backpack embossed with a dancing ballerina cat.  I figured this would be the only time that I could pick something that I like and incorporate my favorite animal into her life, too.  She loves it.  She points to it and says, "Backpack!"  I actually understand what she is saying. 
Angel Street Kids

My son picked out his backpack, too. Apparently, he wanted a little déjà vu in his life because he wanted a larger version of the exact same backpack he carried last year to preschool.  That was easy!
http://www.llbean.com/

As his new backpack sits on our table, I happened to glance at Parents magazine’s “Back to School” issue this week. The first paragraph read, “You may be tempted to send your child off with a plain blue backpack (the sturdy one that you like, without a bunch of silly bells and whistles), but folks, your kid’s not in preschool anymore.”

Um, I didn’t pick it out.  He did.  I can’t help it that it is plain, L.L. Bean sturdy, and blue.  If he comes home in a few weeks and wants a new one featuring Spongebob Square Pants, I will die.

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I want him to fit in at school, but he also has to realize that money doesn’t grow on trees, and we have to stick with our family budget.  He will have to live with his choice, unless Santa decides to bring him a new one. 

Many children in need would love to have a new, empty backpack in their home waiting for the start of school, regardless of style or color.   And those same children, who rely on the school cafeteria to provide them two healthy meals a day, would love to take home every Friday a full backpack filled with nutritious food for them to eat over the weekend.  For some, it may be the only food they have to eat. That wish is a reality thanks to the Backpack programs in North Carolina.  Have you heard of these type of programs?  The Interfaith Food Shuttle and Food Bank of Central and Eastern North Carolina are accepting online donations throughout the year to make this program a success.

The last days of summer are here.  We're making the most of our time, and you may see fewer posts from me as school starts.  We need some time to settle into our new routines, and I'm looking forward to volunteering for our school's PTA.  Next Thursday, the empty backpacks in my house will be full with school supplies and snacks as Mr. Cool begins his journey to kindergarten.  I hope a lot of other children’s backpacks will be, too.

Sometimes the Best Gem is in our Own Town

Those of you who have been following my blog for a while now know that I like to talk about luxury hotels.  Since having two kids, I have not walked through the doors of as many luxury hotels as I would like, but that just gives me more opportunity to make my “wish” list even longer for the time when the Hines get back on the road.  I make lists for hotels all over the world, but sometimes the best gems may actually be in my own backyard, so to speak.

The lake at The Umstead Hotel and Spa in Cary, NC

Case in point is The Umstead Hotel and Spa in Cary, North Carolina. 

The grounds at The Umstead Hotel and Spa
This artistic, and serene, AAA five-diamond property is nestled on twelve acres of lakeside grounds that give guests easy access to any location in the Raleigh-Durham area, yet as soon as you step onto the grounds, you immediately feel an oasis of tranquility and luxury comfort.  Since the property is fifteen minutes from my home, I’ve not experienced the hotel as an overnight guest, but several of my friends have checked in for an “overnight getaway” from their children recently, and their experiences have made me absolutely pea green with envy. They shared some of their glorious experiences over a glass of wine.

“Leigh, we sat by the pool, had drinks and an early dinner on the terrace.  We felt as if we had been transported a million miles away,” my girlfriend told me.

The pool

The Terrace

That’s all I needed to hear.  I admit that my original envy started as soon as she told me she and her husband were checking in to the hotel, but the stories of the comfy beds, delicious food, rest, and relaxation caused me to come home immediately and add The Umstead to my list under a new category of “sitters can keep the kids overnight” list.

It’s no surprise that this local hotel is so grand, and welcoming.  The Umstead is also a member of the prestigious Leading Hotels of the World, a hospitality organization representing 450 of world’s finest hotels, resorts, and spas.  This Cary gem has received The AAA Five Diamond award since its opening in 2007, and its signature restaurant, Herons, recently received the The AAA Five Diamond honor for 2012, which is one of one of North America’s most respected symbols of culinary excellence and the highest honor bestowed by AAA for a restaurant establishment.  For those of us who don’t necessarily talk in culinary speak, I’ll translate into what we do know.  It’s melt-in-your-mouth fancy cuisine, worthy of holidays and special occasions.  If your wallet can swing it, a regular old night of the week would be nice, too.  Nothing I serve at home looks this beautiful. 

Spiced Seared Venison


Chocolate Date Pudding


Even my burgers don’t look this good.


Fresh Ground Kobe Beef Burger
I know.  You’re thinking: Burger?  You’re talking about a five-diamond restaurant, and you’re showing me a burger?  It’s not just a burger.  It’s a ground Kobe beef burger with heirloom tomatoes and house-made pickles.  What I’m trying to say is that some of my best dining experiences on my vacations have been casually, in different parts of the hotel, where you experience the same five-star quality and service that you would receive in the signature restaurant.  This is true for The Umstead, too. 


Guests at The Umstead can enjoy spectacular, locally sourced seasonal delights by the pool, at a cozy table in The Umstead Bar, while lounging in the spa, or in the comfort of their guest room.  If you are out shopping locally and want to have a more casual meal, then the lounge is ready to serve.  Weekend brunch at Herons really delights and can add some sparkle to your Saturday or Sunday, if you are living in the area.  All menus at this luxury hotel are planned and prepared by Executive Chef Scott Crawford and Chef de Cuisine Steven D. Greene.






Want to Go:  Visit The Umstead website for a complete list of holiday times and special dinners.

Want to Stay: The Umstead Hotel and Spa has several packages that will delight the most discriminating traveler.  The Umstead Hotel and Spa, 100 Woodland Pond Drive, Cary, NC


Do you have one of your own gems in your own town? 

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