Guest Post: A New View

 Two Minneapolitans (Katie*) has brought you a lovely guest post today.  She writes about life in various parts of the U.S., etiquette, and quirky bits from everyday life.  Her co-blogger (Kelly*) writes about her spaniel puppy and homestyle recipes.  Check them out!

So Mads moved last August to LA. I’ve never been to LA, so I don’t know too much about it. I moved to Fargo last January, and I don’t think you need to know much about it to know everything you need to know.

Looking west from LA:

Looking west from ND:

View from Mads’ apt: (okay I tried to find the one on her blog I was thinking of, but can’t. You know what I’m talking about, though.)

View from Katie*’s apt:

Downtown LA:

Downtown Fargo:

For the record, this is the best picture of downtown Fargo I’ve ever seen. It’s certainly not how I see the city every day.

This is more like it:

Yes, we have railroad tracks running through downtown.

Sushi in LA: Widely acknowledged to be AWESOME.

Sushi in ND: (note that this reviewer is from LA)

In summary, Madelyn and I have both changed our lives in fabulous ways over the last 9 months.


Guest Post: Fed Up Fashionista

I’m back from a spectacular vacation in MN.  I will definitely share a detailed account with pictures, but right now I’m pretty focused on a nap.  This post is brought to you by Law and Couture.  She regularly writes about fashion and life in Chicago. 

Hello to La Petite Pancake readers!

My name is P and you can find me over at Law and Couture. Here are some facts about me to get to know me a little bit better…

-I live in Chicago with my boyfriend.

-I’m a cross between ‘Carrie’ and ‘Charlotte’. I love fashion, cocktails, friendships, and love but I don’t talk about sex on a  24/7 basis.

-If all I could eat was pasta, I would be satisfied.

So now that you know me a little bit better, I’ve got a bone to pick. I work as an assistant manager at a department store and I’ve noticed quite frequently that parents do not keep a careful eye on their children. Now, I don’t have kids so I don’t know the struggles of having to find time for ‘me’ or the struggles of running errands with kids or wanting to shop with kids. I do have 2 nephews and a niece, under the age of 5, but I don’t live with them on a day-to-day basis.

Anyways, I don’t know how many times, while working at the store, I’ve seen parents just yell at their children, as they run around through the racks, while the parents continue to go through the racks of clothing. Meanwhile, I’m trying not to give an evil stare at the parents and trip from the kids running all over. One time, I even had a mother, while she was checking out at the register, asked to take her child to the restroom. I mean, seriously?! I did it because I felt bad for the child who was about to pee in his pants but I also felt uncomfortable, escorting the child to the back of the store.

Moral of the story, maybe it is better to bring a stroller for the kids or leave the kids at home with a family member or a babysitter so you can have some ‘me’ time. Unless you like to yell at your kids in the middle of a store, otherwise, it just makes my day more entertaining.

Cheers L.P.P. readers!


Guest Post: TLC Gold

This post is brought to you by my friend Ems.  She doesn’t have a blog of her own, but her take on early 90’s culture frequently blows my mind.  Plus, she is giving me a ride home from the bachelorette party tonight, so she’s an automatic winner.

I’m a Snatch fan. In fact, I think Guy Richie is a genius, it’s like he knows how my mind works. So when I was visiting a friend who has TLC last weekend, we stumbled across absolute amazingness on television—My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding. For those of you that don’t see the connection between the two, let me help you out. Brad Pitt. You’re on your own from there.

Needless to say, this show is absolutely awesome and horrible at the same time, but what would reality tv be if not both of those? The basic idea of the show is to show the marital practices of the Traveler/Irish Gypsy communities in the UK. Complete with 14 year old engagements, 16 year old weddings, dresses that weigh 100 lbs, more tulle than you can imagine, and Christmas lights being used where Christmas light designers never imagined they would be used. You think that’s not cool enough to keep you intrigued? Once again they have met that need. They even show you the interworkings of first communion craziness. Including eight year olds that look like mini-Disney princesses in gowns you only wish you could have worn for Halloween at that age.

It makes me enjoy caravans and the accents even more when I watch Snatch now.


Guest Post: An Open Letter to Pedestrians

This guest post is brought to you by Kat.  I am in town for her wedding and we have already started the celebration.  In between getting married and Living, she blogs about food, fashion, and fitness.  Enjoy.

I only started running a year and a half ago.  The most expensive piece of workout gear I own are my running shoes, I run with a $10 digital watch from Target.  Judging from those things, I would say I’m probably as low-maintenance as you can get when it comes to running.

But from me to you all, an open letter to pedestrians.


I see you there, casually ambling down my sidewalk.  Walking towards me, moving away, it matters not.

I’m a mouth breather.  A Mouth Breather.  Even if my footsteps sounded more like a fairy’s and less like a Clydesdale, you’d still hear me coming up behind you on the sidewalk.  Because if I’m not busy huffing and puffing, I’m probably occupying myself with the odd cough.  Or gas.

All of this adds up to mean that my way of running?  Is not peaceful.  So don’t give me that look of surprise when you finally Face Reality.  You didn’t know I was coming?  LIAR.  I do not sound like the wind in the trees.

Sometimes you sport those gaucho pants that are so circa 2004.  Sometimes you rock a tye-dyed tee from Camp Christmas Tree 1998.  There’s nothing that warms my heart more than when you give me that Michael Scott-esque oops look as you and your three friends aimlessly wander the beaten path.  Sometimes you walk in a line, other times you scatter like leaves in the wind.

It is so thrilling to try and figure out where you will deign to tread next.

I love how when you are walking two or three abreast, rather than arrange yourselves into a single-file fashion, you prefer to martyr yourselves and Walk In The Grass.

Do not make your problems mine.

And I think it is so cool that even though you have absolutely no intention of walking into oncoming traffic, when you and Your Pack monopolize the sidewalk, you try to make me do it.

I would sooner run into you head-on.

You should know that your off-leash dog scares the S*** out of me.  It’s probably scaring all of those moms with their would-be bike riding tots too.  So let’s just agree that you stop doing that effective: yesterday.

Sometimes you’re teaching your child how to ride a bike and so you give me the stare of death, because to you my fairly slow pace comes off like a freight train.  If you could see behind my sunglasses, you’d see me giving you the stare of death right back because you refuse to put a helmet on your three year old.

Happy Trails,


Guest Post: Oatmeal Cookies

This post is brought to you by the lovely Inside NanaBread’s Head.  Her blog frequently features delicious recipes, kooky family stories, and general shenanigans. 

Hey, look at me… I’m guest posting!  Sorry. That was for my family and friends. I’m so excited to be invited to guest post for my blogging friend, Mads. Gee, I hope I don’t screw this up. I never realized the pressure you could put on yourself when asked to write something on another blogger’s site. Mads, I love ya’. I hope you have a fabulous trip. And I hope you and your readers enjoy the post. Fingers are crossed and hopes are high, so let’s go for it!

Today, I’m going to share one of my favorite cookie recipes of all time. It’s one I created by mish-mashing other cookie recipes until I got something I liked. It’s a soft, chewy oatmeal cookie made with old-fashioned oats and a heaping helping of ground cinnamon. It’s so good, you’ll want to eat the dough right out of the bowl, but try to resist. The finished cookies are even better. I call them NanaBread’s Cinnamon Oatmeal Cookies, because I come from the “state the obvious” school of creative word-smithing.

Here’s what you’ll need:

1 cup (2 sticks) of unsalted butter, softened

1 1/4 cups firmly packed light brown sugar

1/2 cup granulated sugar

2 large eggs

3 tablespoons milk

2 teaspoons vanilla extract

1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1/4 teaspoon salt

2 1/2 cups of old-fashioned oats, uncooked

1 cup of raisins or chopped pecans (optional)

Note: use old-fashioned oats of the 5-minute variety, or a good brand like Bob’s Red Mill old-fashioned oats. Instant or quick-cooking oatmeal will result in a mushier texture, and you really want the oat flakes to shine in this recipe.

Start by pre-heating your oven to 375F. Using a mixer, beat the butter and both sugars together until the mixture is nice and creamy. Add the eggs, milk and vanilla and beat well to combine. Add the flour, baking soda, cinnamon and salt and beat just until well combined. Mix in the oats and blend until they are thoroughly incorporated. If you’re using raisins, add them with the oats. I like to use a cookie scoop to form golf ball sized balls, but you can use two spoons to scoop and place balls of dough onto un-greased, non-stick cookie sheets. If you have those great silicone baking mats, use them. They totally rock! You want your dough balls to be about 2″ apart, since these will spread as they bake.

Baking time on cookies is subjective – like choosing mayo or Miracle Whip. It’s dependent upon your personal preference. The average bake time for these it 11-13 minutes, or until the centers look done and the edges are just beginning to brown. If you like them soft and chewy, take them out closer to the 12 minute mark. If you like them crispier, leave them in up to 15 minutes, or until they turn a nice golden brown. Allow the cookies to cool on the baking sheets for 10 minutes, then remove them with a spatula and set them onto waxed paper or parchment to cool completely.

Once your cookies are cooled, store them in an airtight container. If you’re going to stack them in layers, I recommend you cut strips of waxed paper or parchment to place between the layers. It will keep your cookies from sticking together and forming one giant clump. Not that it would stop me from eating them as one big clump. I totally would. I’d just close my blinds first {wink}.

If you’re feeling really naughty, create homemade ice cream sandwiches using two cookies and a small scoop of softened vanilla ice cream. If a summer block party is in your future, you can make a big batch of these in advance and store them in your freezer. Just take them out of the freezer to thaw about 5 minutes before serving. Your family and neighbors will worship you and say you’re a genius. They may even put you on their shoulders and parade you around the cul-de-sac. Okay, maybe not… but how many times do you get a chance to use cul-de-sac in a sentence?

While I was baking these, I was also grinding coffee beans. I can’t begin to tell you how good it smelled in my kitchen. I wish you could have been here. It is on days like this when we really need someone to develop Scratch-N-Sniff technology. Now go forth and bake, my friends! And Mads, thanks again for including me in your guest-posting party. It was both an honor and a pleasure.