I’m sitting here staring blankly at the screen, trying to find a good starting point for what I want to tell you. It’s tough, because there is so much I want to share with you…but still one of those topics that is sentimental for me.
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Bake with Someone you Love!
I’m sitting here staring blankly at the screen, trying to find a good starting point for what I want to tell you. It’s tough, because there is so much I want to share with you…but still one of those topics that is sentimental for me.
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So sorry I went MIA this weekend.
I’m so sorry I did not get to post the giveaway winner yet of these super cute kitchen goodies. I’m going to make you wait a bit longer in hopes you actually read most of this post . However we had a menagerie of people over at our house about 2 hours after the giveaway ended. The weekend remaind crazy there on after.
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News flash! Fresh blackberries start to go bad really quickly! I am really sad I didn’t get to do the grandiose things I had planed for all of our fresh blackberries we picked last weekend. I wanted to make jam, cobbler, pie…you name it.
Sadly, I only had time for ice cream. Okay, you’re right. That is NOT a sad thing…there is always time for ice cream. There is nothing like homemade ice cream using fresh fruit in the summer time. It epitomizes summer time for me….
Thats not really what they are really named. But I thought it was fitting…red brownies on bottom…white icing on top- Heaven and Hell.
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But, this is not my fault. Not one bit.
This would be “The Pioneer Womans” fault…yet again. The recipes she posts are out of this world….
I am not good at being sick. I whine. A lot…..A lot. And I am a slight hypochondriac. I think I am knocking at deaths door with the slightest sneeze. It is such a travesty too. When you get home from work with your whole weekend ahead of you on Friday afternoon, and you start to feel it. All weekend I was sick, still am. I would whine about allergies, but I don’t have your typical “allergies”. I have what is called “non-allergic rhinitis“, which if you don’t want to click on the link…basically I have a sensitive nose. Anything can set off my “allergies”, perfume, a certain fruit, dust…and I never know when it will hit me. Not fun, but such is life…right?…
I have been excited for the chance to post something that is a family recipe for a while. I have been digging for some of my Nanny’s (my moms mom) recipes for a while now. Still the only one I have of hers is her peanut brittle, and for some silly reason I have the desire to keep that one sacred. So when my Mother in-law, Isabel (it truly is still weird for me to say “Isabel” and not “Mrs. Lewis”. It is so hard for me to call them by their first names, I feel like my Mom is going to get after me any minute…anyone else like that? For the purpose of this post, I will do it though ) asked me to make the families Red Earth Cake for my father in-law, Steve’s, surprise birthday dinner, I jumped at the chance. Then, I got nervous. Making a family recipe that is passed down is really a scary thing. What if it doesn’t live up to my predecessors renditions? What if I do something a little different and no one likes it?
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I had good intentions of having this post up over the weekend…I really did. But after I made my previous post while sitting in the passenger seat during our long trek to my parents…the car sickness was enough to deter me from trying that again on the way back. I wish I weren’t one of those people who get motion sickness. I am not a good passenger, and unfortunately, I cannot sleep in the car very easily either, otherwise that would be nice to keep me occupied. What’s that you ask? Why don’t you drive? Well, you see…I am not a fan of driving for long periods of time either. Most trips down to visit my parents, I do take the wheel half way. This time we were hauling a trailer there and a hot tub on the trailer back, and that I don’t do.
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