Oh, hi there. I’m sorry…you were looking for, Lora? She’s gone now…and has been replaced by a savvy business woman!
I kid. I haven’t completely sold out…but my bake stand did! Yesterday was my first day at the farmer’s market and it went really, really well.
There’s me. I took a shower and everything. I’m a serious business lady now.
I made a terrible discovery today. And while every fiber of my barely intact sense of morality is telling me to save you from it, I have decided to share this unspeakable truth with you. It is so evil, I dare not say it’s name. So I will share only it’s ruthless, devastating image. Brace yourself.
I mean seriously. How is a gal like me, going to run into a delicacy of this scale, and turn my head. Walk on by. Pretend I didn’t see it eyeing me. It practically asked for my number. (For the record, I would have given it.) Anyway, I don’t know if they’re from Heaven or Hell, but I know precisely where they’re headed…straight into my favourite brownie recipe.
I’ve been meaning to share this one with you for a while, but I try not to make these brownies too often, because it’s impossible to have just one. I have calculated them on a calorie counter, and they tap out at about 273 calories a peice. But sirs and ma’ams, I kid you not, they are the most scrumptious 273 calories you may ever eat.
Since I just anti-sold them with that last comment, I think it’s picture time.
They have that crunchy top, and the gooiest middle, then with those peanut butter melts…O…M…G. There’s not other way of putting it.
I will full on admit it. I’m totally biased. But I don’t care. I don’t care if the journalist police hunt me down and throw me in prison for it. Because it’s worth it.
My friend Andrea opened up a new bakery/coffee shop in Burnaby and it is, without a doubt, the best place you haven’t been. I’ve had Andrea’s baking before and I will tell you this: I’d go so far as to say it’s “to die for,” except that I HATE that phrase, and really, you wouldn’t want to risk dying because you’d never be able to try any of her delectable deliciousness again. So instead I’ll say it’s to LIVE for.
Also, handling the cafe end of things is my sister Christa. Say hi when you go in! You’ll know it’s her because she’ll probably be the one making a fart sound.
Here’s a picture of the gals so you know what you’re getting into before you go.
Andrea’s is the one cutting the BRAIN CAKE she MADE, and Christa is the one laughing her head off. (Note: Andrea is not actually a cow girl – although should probably consider becoming one because she wears it so well.)
Okay.
So, I was charged with making cupcakes for my cousin’s baby shower. Intimidating? A little. But to add to it, my cousin and our friend who was also in attendance, are my weight-loss buddies. If you’re going to ask someone who you’re supposed to be supporting, to vacate their diet for ANY reason, it better be a damn delicious reason. So I had to come up with something really good.
I did.
Alright…busted. These are not the ACTUAL cupcakes I made for the shower…but there was a rush, I tell ya, yeah, a real rush, and I was late, and in the kerfuffle I forgot to take a picture. Have you ever taken a picture in a kerfuffle? It’s not easy, so lay off man. I made chocolate cupcakes for the shower, so use your brain and imagine your own damn picture. Hmpf. Continue reading
The great thing about having a few kids, is that there is always an excuse for cake. It’s like I got to take the best part of working in an office home with me. Only now I have three bosses, and they don’t really subscribe to current labour laws…but I still get to eat a lot of cake so who cares.
So this time around, I decided that since it was my first boy’s first birthday, I’d make him a real man cake. Also, to celebrate one of his first sentences “Yo ho ho!” we went with a pirate theme.
I must say, it turned out great (even though I smushed some of the rosebuds around the bottom in my haste to get it out of the fridge). I got the design idea from parenting.com. Continue reading
Hey Darwin. Bad news. I have uncovered irrefutable evidence that the theories of evolution, natural selection and adaptation are all a load of poop. It is summed up in this one, simple fact. Women still get PMS.
If there is one thing I know, it’s banana bread. I have been tweaking this recipe for the past four or so years, and it can be improved no more. It is perfection. With the plethora of monkeys running around this circus we call home, there is also no shortage of bananas to experiment with.
This particular banana bread earned its name from the most common comment I get from anyone who tries it. “Oh, now that’s a bad idea [having that hanging around.]“ And I have to agree, it is.
The base for this banana bread rarely makes it into “bread” form – it disappears too quickly when Chris is allowed to slice his own portions – so it usually ends up as muffins.
So despite my last post where I said that this was a faux-holiday, we had a pretty awesome Valentine’s Day at the Banks’ house. Due to a series of great events, I had possibly the best Valentine’s Day this cynical, old crabby-pants has ever had. Continue reading
The overload of chocolate and deliciousness in these cookies don’t just ease those naggy PMS symptoms, they also make you more tolerable to the other members of your household. Nothing takes away the sting of a, “GOD, you are so ANNOYING!” like a, “Would you like the best cookie you’ve ever had?”
