The Event: Iron Chef Potluck (ingredient: “spirits”) The Recipe: Guinness Cupcakes with Irish Whiskey Ganache Filling and Baileys Buttercream The Verdict: while I announced the following on Twitter pre-baking… “Baking cupcakes filled w/whiskey ganache & topped w/Baileys buttercream. In other words, cupcakes I’m 98% sure I won’t eat. #5YearOldPalate” …I ended up eating…uh, several. Cake:…
I’m challenging myself to get through a whole shuffle of my music collection on my iPod without skipping. Then I write about what I heard each week. Again a week with no posts between the shuffle entries. I’m writing posts in my head all the time. I probably have a dozen at least that are…
“My family and I saw your Dad with his campaign signs the other day,” one of my friends from school said to me one day. And what a sight he must have been, I thought. Embarrassment quickly flushed my face with a ruddy warmth. “Oh my God,” I muttered. What else could I say? ***************************…
Now is the time on Sprockets when we acknowledge being acknowledged. I have had bestowed onto me the coveted Love My Monkey award (or Liebe mein affe-mienke in the original German…OK, Liebster Award, whatever). I am much too lazy to copy and paste the award rules here. Suffice it to say I’m to give props…
I have been enjoying Kelley and Anna‘s Finding the Funny link-up since stumbling on it during a week-long work training in February (not that I was messing around on my iPad or anything). I’ve linked up several times since then and was excited to have two posts highlighted as one of the “most clicked” of…
When I answered our rotary phone, the voice on the other end of the line was unfamiliar. I didn’t want to tell him I was alone in the house. But this guy was persistent. He peppered me with questions about my parents’ whereabouts, when I expected them back. “Wait, who are you again?” “I’m your…
I really appreciated all the comments on My Parachute is the Color of Apathy a few weeks ago. I didn’t formally tally the comments into the “pro-change/take this job and shove it” side versus the “pro-stability/milk the 9-5 for all its benefits while you fulfill yourself in your free time” side, but it seemed pretty…
One indulgence in a life spent caring for others. Tethered to an oxygen tank, she was often left behind. Until she left us behind. —————————————————————————- This week’s Red Writing Hood prompt was to write a story as a tweet–in 140 characters or less. This is a story I have wanted to tell, but didn’t feel…
I’m kidding about the title. I’m trying to catch up on my “Bachelorette” watching and since they are in the exotic travel portion of the show, I’m so sick of hearing them say “X and such is the perfect place to fall in love” I could spit. This weekend, Dave and I went to Ohio…
I’m challenging myself to get through a whole shuffle of my music collection on my iPod without skipping. Then I write about what I heard each week (er, yeah…or every four weeks). I planned on combining weeks 15 and 16 due to my Mom’s visit over Easter. But then I started reading a very important…