Monthly Archives: January 2012

Have your dinosaur and eat it too…

My husband, Chris, found this device at Walmart.  LOVE IT!  In the 10 seconds it took to take it out of it’s packaging, my daughters went from anti-sandwich to sandwich cheerleaders!

It’s a crust-cutter-offer that makes any sandwich into two Getyourkidtoeatasauras dinosaurs.

Look at how cute that is!

Heck, it makes me want to eat it.

Gringo Ensalada

I made this salad the other day, and it is super easy and really delicious.  It is inspired by Mexican flavours, but is by no means authentic, hence the name.

Doesn’t that make you want to waste away in Margaritaville?  Look for your lost shaker of salt perhaps?  (Disclaimer:  Margaritaville has nothing to do with Mexico, but I bet until you read that, you thought it did.) Continue reading

Thanks, dear…

In the grocery store yesterday, Ruby pointed to a bottle of Mott’s Clamato and yelled, “Look, that’s mommy’s favourite drink!”

Which is precisely why a cesar is my favourite drink.

For the record, I have had exactly ONE cesar in front of her, in her entire four years of life.

Cherry Bomb Cupcakes

Okay.  These cupcakes are aptly named because they will BLOW YOUR MIND!  They delicious, they’re fun, they’re basically awesomeness cupcakeified.

From the onset, they look like an average cupcake.  But those sprinkles on top?

POP ROCKS!

And what that buried underneath that dollop of deeelishis swiss meringue buttercream?

CHERRY PIE FILLING!

Yeah, so you bite into it and get the cherry filling surprise, but then it leaves this tingly feeling in your mouth on top of that.  It’s awesome. Continue reading

My Feelings on Martha Stewart Recipes

I ALWAYS use Martha Stewart’s cupcake recipes as my basis for any cupcake.  They’re always good.

But here’s the thing.

If Martha says, pour the vanilla into the milk, then you pour that vanilla into that milk and you don’t say nothin’ about it.  If she says, whip the egg whites before folding them in, then there’s no “I don’t feel like whipping the egg whites.”  You put on your prettiest apron, get out the beaters and you whip those egg whites like it ain’t no thing!  And most importantly, if she says “room temperature,” that does not mean microwave to room temperature.  That means if you’ve just pulled the butter out of the fridge, then you also need to pull up a comfy chair and grab a book, because you are going to be sitting there for a while.

Martha Stewart is a convicted felon.  You do not mess with an ex-con.  BTW, can you imagine the shanks she could have made on the inside?  She probably made a whole damn flatware set.  She’s amazing.