Sometimes when I can’t remember the last time I’ve showered and I want to feel like a human person, I’ll just put on deodorant and bake a quiche. I do this so I smell nice and so that I can say that I baked a quiche.
It’s also a good way to get rid of all the veggies in your fridge. The ones that you promised yourself you would eat as you stuffed them in your cart at the store earlier in the week. I may be speaking from experience.
I wanted a cookie. And some chocolate. The universe made it so that we were going to a party and were in charge of bringing a dessert. I made these cookies. The universe and I are now friends on Facebook.
I really only have one piece of advice before you encounter these cookies. Pace yourself. That is all.
The kitchen is done!! You can read about the before/during here.
It made life more inconvenient than not, no doubt, for a couple months. It was only supposed to take 4 weeks, but there were some delays which weren’t expected. The whole project was about a month longer than was originally scheduled. BUT it was totally worth it. The kitchen is an amazing space now. Totally worthy of floor snow angels.
Now we don’t have to vacuum the floor as much because you can’t see the dirt!! Just kidding. Well, not really.
I’m feeling compelled to share this remodel project with you guys now as I am eating popcorn out of a bag that I bought at the store.
I have NEVER bought previously popped popcorn EVER from the store. You know me. I’m a from scratch kinda lady. But this “too good for store bought popped popcorn” lady has no stove on which to pop such corn, nor a sink to wash the greasy pot in which that corn was popped, nor a counter top on which to dump freshly popped popcorn into the designated popcorn bowl.
What I’m saying is that I have no kitchen right now. I haven’t had a kitchen for over 4 weeks now.
Feel sorry for me.
What I’m also feeling compelled to share is that this kitchen of mine and I have been fighting for a long time. Wood shavings in my bowls. Use of a flashlight to find hidden salad spinners in the deep depths of the cabinets. Ancient range with no window or oven light. White floors. Sharp corners. Stickiness. Broken doors. Leaky plumbing. Shady electrical. No counter space. Should I continue?
I find that I am having lots of ripe bananas around the house these days…well, not actually around the house, more like on the kitchen counter in the designated banana spot. Do you have a designated banana spot? My designated banana spot is on the counter right next to the stove in front of the radio. If they were anywhere else I think I’d forget we had them. Anyway, so I have these ripe bananas for the small child in my life and since his little stomach is the size of a kiwi, he isn’t yet able to put them all away before they go bad, so what’s a new mom to do? Bake them with chocolate and bourbon. Naturally.
I made donuts because I decided that I wanted a donut. I’m not saying it was a healthy decision. In fact, the word donut is derived from an Ancient Greek term that we are all familiar with “do not”. (Not really, I just made that up) But the Good Lord gave us fried dough for a reason. Because it is good. Really good. ” On the 8th day, after all that resting, God made donuts.” I’ll stop now.
There are a few different parts to this project. If this is your first time making a donut, I’d suggest this cake donut recipe. A yeasted dough takes a little extra time/ steps.
My brain is taken over by Baby. Baby books, baby nursery themes, tiny baby shoes, tiny baby bathrobes, baby bathroom breaks, baby stuff research, baby belly kicks, visualizing swaddling baby. But in reality, I really haven’t done much to actually prepare for baby. This baby has no crib, no stroller, no blanket, no car seat, & the worst: no nursery theme! What’s a girl with a big belly to do with the 12.3% of the space left in her brain?
Make cupcakes, of course…
Ok, don’t look at me like that.
Stop it. I know! I’ve been on….leave? Or let’s call it pre-leave.
Well, you try growing a baby in your belly while being repulsed by every smell (every single smell) you encounter and bake and act like you like it. Try it. Dare you. PS. dont’ mess with me, I have hormones.
Here, I made this. So….
And its’ Gooooouuuuud. It’s brought to you by Christmas and Ms. Martha Stewart. And the letter B.
Christmas because I got a butt/boat load of baking supplies and a smantzy camera for Christmas and Ms. Stewart because she thought up this swirly bob. And I’ll get to ‘B’, just hold on a minute.
Say one mean thing about chocolate. Do it! DO IT! Or better yet, try to say something mean while you are eating chocolate. Chocolate Pie. THIS Chocolate Pie.
You can’t, can you? It’s like trying to frown when you skip down the hall. Or trying to be mad while you whistle. It’s impossible. It’s Ok though. It’s the universe. Nothing rhymes with orange and you can’t say anything bad about chocolate.
I typically stand firm on the stance of less is more. I have 1 dog. I have 1 husband. I have 1 car. I have 1 job. I have 1 wardrobe. I have 1 computer. I have 2 keys on my key chain. I have 2 sets of sheets. I have 2 favorite TV shows. It’s pretty simple. I like it.
When it comes to a baked good. Bring. It. On. More is More. I can get behind that. You can get behind that.
Banana. oh my!
Oatmeal. huh? don’t stop!
Chocolate Chip. really? i was kind of kidding.
Bread. are you done now?