At some point, the word "butler" came to mean - to my children, who are 6 and 4 but may have been 5 and 3 when all this began - butt. Or bum. Or derriere. Fanny. Tush. Tuchus. Whatever you call it. And this word - butler - became the funniest word in the world… Continue reading Shaking Her Butlers
We had leftovers to use up. Leftover Sauerbraten from this year's Oktoberfest dinner...leftover butternut squash...well, okay, just those two. And the butternut squash wasn't technically left over yet, as I'd only cooked it that day. But I quibble and digress.
I was out of salted butter, so I went to the CVS near our house just now to get some. I'm sorry, but I just have to have salted (not unsalted, which I use in my baking) on my toast. Have to. Non-negotiable. Anyway, while I was there I remembered that I am out of… Continue reading Purple Flowers at CVS
And I made loaves instead of muffins. I don't know what it is, but for some reason I'm not crazy about muffins, although I may like the same concoction in loaf form. I have no explanation for this peculiarity. But anyway. This week's recipe was chosen by Kelly of Sounding My Barbaric Gulp!, and you can find the recipe on her… Continue reading TWD – Pumpkin Muffins. Well, Actually, I Used Butternut Squash.
At some point, hopefully today. Just in case you were wondering. In the meantime, here are some old pictures of Alex I came across... He was about a year and a half old or so in these. And now he's six, going on six-and-a-half. Excuse me while I go weep hysterically at the cruel… Continue reading There Will be a TWD Post…
I know, it's an incredibly long post title. But it's also an incredibly good cake and deserving of such a lengthy intro.
Yeah, it's mid-October and it was in the thirties when I got up this morning. But Julia has inherited my dress-inappropriately-for-the-season-and-go-outside-barefoot-even-if-it's-cold gene and this is what she opted to wear yesterday. Besides, it's pink. That's what's important. The thing is, though, it buttons up the front. And the holes are kind of… Continue reading Buttoning Her Own Buttons
Well THIS one has a story. It's a birthday cake (the happy birthday part is on the other side) for a coworker, and the "theme" of "be it ever so oily" refers to the oil tank in her home's basement. It burst. Or leaked. And I believe she and her husband were away at… Continue reading Cakes – Be It Ever So Oily – 1997