The Second Time Around

This recipe caused my first real cooking failure to date.
Well, I’m sure that there must have been some doozies eons ago, when I was a pre-teen first starting out in the kitchen on my own. However, as a seasoned (yes, pun intended) cook, I’ve not had too many incidents. Nothing I couldn’t salvage anyway.
But, this morning, it happened.
After a lovely treat from the hubs (he got up with the little man—for the first time in his 2-1/4 years of life—made his breakfast, cleaned the kitchen and entertained the rambunctious boy while I SLEPT IN and then made me breakfast when I was finally up), I decided to finally get to the cookie recipe that I had been itching to try for weeks.
Step one: “In a small saucepan add the butter and brown sugar. Bring to a boil and simmer until the sugar has dissolved. Watch carefully as you don’t want to scorch the sugar.”
Ok. That seemed relatively straightforward, but oh no. It was not.
Source: notwithoutsalt.com
Close your eyes and imagine the best version of you possible. That’s who you really are, let go of any part of you that doesn’t believe it.
(via modernhepburn)
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Little man in bed sound asleep, check.
Day 5 of 30-day shred, plus 45 minutes of cardio, check.
Sweats, wine, and Coast to Coast AM. Check, check, check.
Happy Friday y’all.
The stir-fry I just made is so good, I just drooled on my arm.
So. Damn. Good.
Peanut Butter and Jelly Cupcakes, AKA: Cooking With the Anal Retentive Chef

I have never eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
There. I said it.
I have no shame, either. I just don’t like jelly or preserves at all. The idea of some gelatinous, sticky, sugary sweet crap all over a creamy, perfect blend of sweet and salty seems ludicrous to me.
So, why would I try to create a peanut butter and jelly cupcake? For the hubs, of course. He thinks peanut butter and jelly is a brilliant combination (like most “normal” people do, I guess).
Now, I may not know PB&J all that well, but I do know peanut butter sandwiches. Those I love. I have always loved them. It was one of the few things I would eat when I was a kid. My first batch of these cupcakes actually came out a bit more like a peanut butter sandwich—I was a bit shy with the preserve filling, but they were delicious! So, if you want a true PB&J cupcake, be bold and add as much preserves as you can muster for the full effect.
I must, however, add a word of warning: These cupcakes are a bit labor-intensive.
That said, I tend to be a lot like Phil Hartman’s Saturday Night Live character, The Anal-Retentive Chef, when I’m in the kitchen, so these took me a while. The batter is thick and creamy rather than the consistency of cake batter. I’m used to just pouring my batter in the cups and popping the delicious goodness in the oven. But, that is not the case with these.
I painstakingly divided the batter into the cups, making sure they were only 1/3 of they way full, smoothed them with an angled spatula, carefully added preserves, then nervously and gently added the rest of the batter on top, and smoothed the whole thing again with the spatula—steps that I’m sure are completely unnecessary. So, if you are not a total lunatic, it is unlikely that it will take you an entire hour to get cupcake batter from the bowl to the oven.
Still, the consistency of the batter and the added step of placing the preserves in the cups does add a bit more work than a traditional cupcake. The result is well worth it though. The cake is moist and rich, but not as sweet as a vanilla cake so it makes a great foundation for the preserves.
And, don’t get me started on the frosting! It is so good, it hurts.
I licked the bowl, I licked the rubber spatula, and I licked the mixer’s beaters. When I was finished decorating the cupcakes, I licked the inside of the pastry bag, and yes, I sucked frosting out of the pastry bag tips.
Don’t judge. Mommie loves her frosting.
Peanut Butter and Jelly Cupcakes (adapted from recipes found on Ming Makes Cupcakes)
Makes 10
Source: mingmakescupcakes.yolasite.com
(Useless) Fact Friday

Memorial day was first celebrated on May 30, 1868. It was called “Decoration Day” because of the practice of decorating soldier’s graves with flowers. It did not become a federal holiday until 1971.
Thankful Thursday (late edition)

Little man loves his daddy.
The world is not right when daddy is late coming home from work. With a major headline looming, tonight was one of those times when the hubs did not arrive when expected.
So, for 20 minutes this evening, little man repeatedly ran from one of the windows in the living room to one of the windows in the kitchen, all the while screaming “dah-da, dah-da, dah-da!” Each time he arrived at a “new” window, he pointed and yelled a bit more. The house echoed with the sounds of small, heavy footsteps and high-pitched squeals.
It was sweet. It was passionate. It was loud.
I love that little and the hubs have such a close relationship. It makes me swoon to see the two of them together. Little man truly is the hubs’ “mini me.” They look alike, have similar talents, interests (music, motorcycles, the outdoors, books, and petite chocolate women) and have similar personality quirks.
Both are sweet and kind. Both are wild and expressive. Both of them own my heart.
The time they get to spend together on weekdays can sometimes be limited, but every minute counts. The hubs is slowly molding little man into the man he will become. By example, the hubs is teaching our son to love, to live life fully, and to give all of the best of himself to those that are important to him.
They laugh together, they rock out together; they read together, they share adventures. It is a joy and a wonder to see.
Today I am grateful for the beauty of the bond between father and son. Little man is cherished, adored and unabashedly showered with affection from his dad.
I am thankful that I married a man that I love and respect and who loves and respects me in return. Everyday little man learns how a man should treat a woman by watching his dah-da.
I appreciate that my little man is growing up with a father that would give his life for him in an instant if needed, and who has devoted his life to give his son everything. Little will grow to know that he can accomplish anything he sets his mind to, and if he is ever to stumble or fall his father (and mother) will always be there to catch him.
My little man is a lucky boy. I am too. The hubs is one in a million and he is ours.
Toddler received world’s smallest artificial heart as he waited for a transplant
Italian doctors have saved the life of a 16-month-old boy by implanting the world’s smallest artificial heart to keep the infant alive until a donor was found for a transplant.
The tiny titanium pump weighs only 11 grams and can handle a blood flow of 1.5 liters a minute. An artificial heart for adults weighs 900 grams.
Surgeon Antonio Amodeo said the baby had become family and his team wanted to do everything to help him.
“Every day, every hour, for more than one year he was with us. So when we had a problem we couldn’t do anything more than our best,” he said. (Photo: Alessandro Bianchi/Reuters)
Wow.
Source: nationalpost
I Want It All

I want all of the cupcakes, Top Pot glazed and chocolate doughnuts, Chicago-style deep dish pizza with everything, Italian thin crust pizza with capers and anchovies, fried chicken that has been marinated overnight in buttermilk with a side of collard greens and mac and cheese, Butterfinger ice cream, Boston cream pie, sashimi, oysters—raw, fried and smoked, gigantic King crab legs with a bowl of melted butter for dipping, Beef Wellington with a double serving of Yorkshire pudding, Sirloin Oscar with sea scallops and extra béarnaise sauce, soapapilla stuffed with Carne Adovada, sopapillas with the corner ripped off just enough to drizzle some honey inside, apple turnovers, puff-pastry covered baked brie, mushroom bacon Swiss burger with onion rings, fries, and a side of tartar sauce for dipping, beer-boiled then grilled bratwurst with sauerkraut and obscene amounts of mustard, Hooters hot wings, mozzarella sticks, King size Reese’s sticks, white chocolate macadamia nut cookies, Sonic Butterfinger blasts, DQ chocolate-dipped cones and authentic, fresh Cannoli in the world RIGHT NOW!
But, I also want thinner thighs and a muffin-less top.
So, I guess I’ll just eat my 165 calorie roast beef sandwhich and a handful of strawberries.
*sigh*


