tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58413202001139534072024-02-20T20:34:45.182-08:00Peace of CakeA twenty-something enjoying all that life throws my way.Kayleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07380393901366553429noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841320200113953407.post-56833256511640868592011-06-24T06:36:00.000-07:002011-06-24T06:37:29.462-07:00cue the sun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgofEFxD82ZNHEU4uyZIXx32rrfZOlEwSIl8j4X7IhFRZIQ5qC0ekb0L1sR9MXvK-YNNYPdmRn_CFa5wVYvx_7ajihQrUpt6LRQh4RXl4zAJpmHr5ycWy-lY9z71PCY5HpVvRH9JxBk83I/s1600/DSCI0639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgofEFxD82ZNHEU4uyZIXx32rrfZOlEwSIl8j4X7IhFRZIQ5qC0ekb0L1sR9MXvK-YNNYPdmRn_CFa5wVYvx_7ajihQrUpt6LRQh4RXl4zAJpmHr5ycWy-lY9z71PCY5HpVvRH9JxBk83I/s400/DSCI0639.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
A few weeks ago I got the opportunity to help chaperone a trip to the King Center with a group of students from school. I was really excited because, even though I've lived near Atlanta my whole life, I had never made it to the King Center (and I also particularly love this specific group of students). Many of the students had never been to Atlanta before and they even got to ride MARTA-what kid doesn't love that!? They had a great time and we even managed to get all of them home safe and sound (no small feat I assure you). I thoroughly enjoyed myself as well, although I was <i>beat</i> by the end of the day. Once I got home, I used all the energy I could muster to throw together what most wouldn't even consider a dinner and passed out on the couch before the 6 o'clock news. <br />
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I was asked to make thank-you gifts for the volunteers that came along (and was given free reign to make whatever my sugar-filled heart desired). I needed to make something that could travel well and had recently noticed a trend of 'desserts in a jar'- what a perfect occasion! Okay, and I'm a sucker for anything served in a Mason jar.<br />
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I layered chocolate cake with a cookies and cream filling topped off with buttercream and chocolate sprinkles (duh). I used <a href="http://www.the-girl-who-ate-everything.com/2010/04/best-chocolate-cake.html">this</a> recipe for "the best chocolate cake" and buttercream, and have come to the conclusion that anything titled "the best chocolate cake" is in fact not. I found it a tad dry for my liking. The buttercream on the other hand, DELICIOUS! I used salted butter so the frosting was on the salty side, which I loved paired with the chocolate. For the filling I used a recipe out of the <a href="http://www.whimsicalbakehouse.com/bake/bake.html">Whimsical Bakehouse</a> cookbook.<br />
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I wonder what other desserts I can squeeze into a jar... <br />
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Hello. How 'bout that ride in?<br />
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...only kidding. But seriously... <br />
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I'm going to pretend that I'm not offended that no one has bothered to check on my health or where-abouts since I have been MIA since January. <br />
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Now, I know you're dying to know whats been going on for the past four months. Please, there's no need for begging.<br />
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First off, I've been spending time with my really important friends.<br />
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Nothing says 'professional of the year' quite like a stuffed sidekick, oversized glitter button, and burger king crowns. Yeah, they're kind of a big deal. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then there's work.</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy9canXJb5bPmXDqrlteCKcnfsvRIKkQH3C_3oKGtGB8dUtXxMl8P8uQFSJ3nBjUsfYV8zeSjSEmyU75e2d49WC3maqc1XAZMj1E6hjN91lioRVCZcby9DPaeq95BGqXaozM6Z4EeEmPg/s1600/2011-02-23+10.38.44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy9canXJb5bPmXDqrlteCKcnfsvRIKkQH3C_3oKGtGB8dUtXxMl8P8uQFSJ3nBjUsfYV8zeSjSEmyU75e2d49WC3maqc1XAZMj1E6hjN91lioRVCZcby9DPaeq95BGqXaozM6Z4EeEmPg/s320/2011-02-23+10.38.44.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"> What? Doesn't everyone demonstrate the phases of the moon with oreos at work? </div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">No?</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Huh. That's too bad. You should definitely try it. You'll love going to work.<br />
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Next, there was Master T's (T simply doesn't sound official enough for a teacher of the year) dad's birthday. He was surprised with a puppy, so for his cake I tried to envision their future.<br />
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Sorry for the poor picture quality. It was the best that could be done before the children in attendance climbed me like a ladder in attempt to get as close to the cake as possible. Once they realized I was responsible for bringing cake we instantly became besties.<br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">It was about that same time that Master T and I headed west.<br />
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Western Caribbean that is. We biked through the jungle, ate too much food, got too much sun, made two new friends, and got felt up by a sting ray. An all around awesome vacay.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">While in Mexico, I picked up a few souvenirs. This one was for me.<br />
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Remember when you were little and you got new shoes -they always made you run faster and jump higher right? Yeah, that totally happened with this vanilla. <br />
Everything I've baked since that trip tastes 97 times better.</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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The other souvenirs I bought also came in bottles, but apparently were better matched with salt and a lime than flour and sugar. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">For Master T's birthday, a group of our friends volunteered at our local Day Of Hope.<br />
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We helped bag groceries for families in need in the community. It was a beautiful day spent with wonderful friends!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Since our birthdays are only a couple weeks apart, Master T and I invited our family and friends to a local park on the river to celebrate. Our families provided us with great food and I brought dessert.<br />
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One of T's favorite desserts is red velvet cheesecake. For these cupcakes I used silicon liners to make chocolate shells and filled them with layers of red velvet cake and cheesecake topped with cream cheese icing. They were decadent and delicious. <br />
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I also made a cake for a baby shower even though the mom-to-be was having to "watch her sweets." Please never let that happen to me. ever. please!<br />
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It was a white chocolate cake with raspberry whipped cream filling and whipped buttercream frosting.<br />
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Finally, I got my mom some flowers for mothers day.<br />
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They were filled with cheesecake. I challenge anyone to find flowers that are better than ones filled with cheesecake. It cannot be done. Unless of course they were filled with brownies. Or ice cream. Or banana pudding.<br />
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For the cheesecake I used the New York Style cheesecake recipe from <i>The Joy of Cooking</i>. It cooked beautifully (no cracking!) and got rave reviews. I have made it three times in two months. Mark that one DG and call it a keeper! <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I think that about covers it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now to that laundry I've been avoiding... </div>Kayleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07380393901366553429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841320200113953407.post-78597150487689060332011-01-15T00:54:00.000-08:002011-01-15T19:47:37.110-08:00sunday morningAs a teacher, winter always holds a touch of excitement. When just the right combination of temperature and precipitation join together a magical thing happens: snow flurries-every southern child's dream! The threat of a "wintery mix" is all that is needed for the powers-that-be to cancel school. Children of all ages can be seen high-fiving and 'chest bumping' as they watch their school system's name scroll across the closings banner at the bottom of their television.<br />
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This winter we had received more than our usual 'allotment' of snow-twice in one season, and a white Christmas to top it off! Over time, I have learned to appreciate Georgia's <i>short</i>, cold winters, but after two snow sightings, I was ready for spring to be just around the corner.<br />
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That's when it happened.<br />
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Snowmageddon 2011. <br />
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The news had reported that we should expect and prepare for some 'extreme winter weather.'<br />
**sidenote: In GA that translates to 'rush to the nearest grocery store and buy all of the milk, bread, and bottled water you can find in the event that you are trapped in your home for 24 hours.'**<br />
So, like the level headed, responsible adults we are (who may at times march to the beat of a <i>different</i>, more awkward, drummer), we stocked up in the essentials [read: lucky charms and grape juice that may or may not have been aged in an oak barrel].<br />
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And then the snow fell...and fell...and fell. And it piled higher...and higher...and higher. When it finally stopped, there were no roads, no yards, no side walks. Just snow; six inches deep. School was canceled Monday. We did our best to enjoy it by lounging around in our pajamas, watching the last college football game of the season, and enjoying our 'essentials.' But the 'fun' didn't end there. School was canceled again on Tuesday, and Wednesday, and Thursday, and Friday. Unbelievable! Everyday we woke up and it felt like Sunday again-like we should be going to work the following day. But 'Monday' never came. At this point I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "Wow, how wonderful! A whole week off of work-like a vacation!" NO. NOT like a vacation. The snow was holding us captive. Around hour 60 of being confined to the same 2400 sq. ft., the cabin fever really began to set in.<br />
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I thought that I would combat the fever by trying a new recipe. I found a recipe for <a href="http://thegirlwhoateeverything.blogspot.com/2010/09/cinnamon-roll-cake.html">cinnamon roll cake</a> and, with much enthusiasm from T, decided it would be a wonderful 'snowed-in-day-4 breakfast.' Now, before you start with the judgment...adults eat cake for breakfast all the time. For example: coffee <i>cake</i>, tea <i>cakes</i>, pan<i>cakes</i>, etc. etc. Besides, we get to make the rules at our house and rule number one is '<i>let them eat cake!</i>' The combination of simple ingredients, simple instructions, and plenty of butter made this recipe a winner in my book. The cake is lighter than a typical cinnamon roll and tastes best fresh from the oven. (I omitted the pecans only because I didn't have any on hand, and wanted to avoid the skating rink formerly known as my driveway.)<br />
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Our friends who lived in the area had also caught 'the fever,' and by Thursday night, the roads had cleared up just enough for them to make the treacherous journey to our house. (I think they may have also caught wind that there might be some cinnamon roll cake left over, but that is purely speculation)<br />
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I'm not a fan of cold weather, and I hate snow; but that night, as I sat in at a table surrounded by wonderful people, I was grateful. I was grateful for six inches of snow and ice, and being captive in my own home, and cabin fever. But, most of all I was grateful that I have friends that make my stomach hurt with laughter, make my eyes tear with joy, and fill my life with moments unforgettable. I'm lucky. But, every now and then, I just need a little 'inclement weather' in my life to remind me.Kayleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07380393901366553429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841320200113953407.post-84641297339186902862011-01-02T23:54:00.000-08:002011-01-02T23:54:22.061-08:00christmas like a childEvery year my students decorate gingerbread and sugar cookies for their holiday party. They take this as an opportunity [read: challenge] to load their cookie with as much sugar as possible while maintaining an ounce of artistic creativity.<br />
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This year they threw artistic creativity out the window.<br />
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Yes. There is a cookie under those sprinkles.<br />
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I've also been busy crafting this holiday season. These were some brownie bites I made for a co-worker.<br />
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And some ornaments I made for friends.<br />
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And the stockings I made for T, Bella, and me.<br />
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I was clearly feeling a little less than traditional this year. <br />
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Who says Christmas can't be psychedelic?Kayleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07380393901366553429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841320200113953407.post-88276820596840924572010-12-27T19:37:00.000-08:002010-12-27T19:37:55.223-08:00what's been going onI've been busy.<br />
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Thankfully, I have 32 precious, silly, eccentric students to make me laugh.<br />
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Every year, a local business asks our students to submit holiday drawings. One of the drawings will be chosen as their company's holiday card. This year, students were asked to incorporate "fitness and wellness" in their holiday pictures. I always love getting to see the final product each student turns in, but this year was especially amusing.<br />
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This was one of the first pictures turned in. Adorable. Sweet. (look at the carrots left for Santa instead of cookies- too cute!)<br />
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Before checking out this last picture, I should probably mention that this student is an excellent artist and just moved to the United States a few months ago.<br />
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He speaks very little English.<br />
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Looking back, I probably should have clarified a few things...<br />
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Yeeaaahhhh.<br />
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You're welcome.Kayleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07380393901366553429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841320200113953407.post-45337805327760560212010-10-31T18:46:00.000-07:002010-10-31T18:46:07.038-07:00hey soul sisterI know, I know.<br />
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It's been a while since I've updated you on my ever-so-interesting life.<br />
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I'm sorry.<br />
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There, I apologized. Moving on...<br />
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A few months ago, a discussion with friends took a rather serious turn when the topic of child trafficking was brought up. Before that conversation, I was unaware of what a huge problem this is just 30 minutes from where I live! Atlanta is one of the largest hubs for child trafficking in the U.S., and it is a 32 billion dollar a year industry worldwide.<br />
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As most of you know, I have a hard time 'letting things go.' This was one of those things.<br />
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I went home and began doing some research.<br />
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I came across an organization based out of New York called <a href="http://sctnow.org/">Stop Child Trafficking Now</a>. They are set up to raise awareness and help stop child trafficking in the U.S.<br />
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This year, on October 2, SCTNow held a 'walk day' in communities across the country. Although we weren't able to walk because of prior engagements, we were still able to create a team and raise money.<br />
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T and I came up with <a href="http://sctnow.donordrive.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=donorDrive.team&eventID=645&teamID=6148">Cupcakes in the Crosswalk</a>. Each week one of us would bring baked goods in to work in exchange for donations to SCTNow. This was a perfect opportunity to try out some new recipes. <br />
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I have read about whoopie pies in blogs for quite a while now but had never even eaten one before. Apparently, they are more common in the north, but I thought I'd give them a try anyways ;)<br />
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I found a recipe in Betty Crocker's Fall Baking (the <a href="http://www.bakerella.com/">Bakerella</a> issue!) for Pumpkin Whoopie Pies. After several test batches and a few minor adjustments, my co-workers (and my fellow tailgaters) were able to welcome fall with this delicious pumpkin creation.<br />
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Now, I must give credit where credit is due...<br />
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Thank you Pennsylvania Amish women. Your contribution to the baking world is greatly appreciated.<br />
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Thank you to my generous co-workers and anonymous donors. Because of your donations, we were able to raise $205! Enough money to support 8 Special Operative Teams! Y'all are awesome! I cannot thank you enough!<br />
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<b><u>Pumpkin Whoopie Pies </u></b><span style="color: #cc0000;">(my substitutions in red)</span><br />
1 pouch/box sugar cookie mix<br />
1 tbsp flour <span style="color: #cc0000;">(</span><i style="color: #cc0000;">1 tbsp Pumpkin Spice pudding mix)</i><br />
1/2 cup canned pumpkin<br />
1/3 cup butter, softened<br />
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon <span style="color: #cc0000;">(</span><i style="color: #cc0000;">2 tsp pumpkin pie spice)</i><br />
1 egg<br />
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filling<br />
1/4 cup butter, softened<br />
4 oz cream cheese, softened<br />
1/2 teaspoon vanilla<br />
2 cups powdered sugar <i style="color: #cc0000;">(1 3/4 cups powdered sugar)</i><br />
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<i> </i>1. Heat oven to 375. In a large bowl, stir together cookie mix and flour. Add remaining cookie ingredients; stir until stiff dough forms.<br />
2. Onto ungreased cookie sheets, drop dough by rounded teaspoonfuls 2 inches apart. Lightly press tops with floured fingertips to flatten slightly.<br />
3. Bake 8-10 minutes or until set. Cool 2 minutes; remove from cookie sheets to cooling racks. Cool completely (about 15 minutes).<br />
4. In a medium bowl, beat 1/4 cup butter, cream cheese, and vanilla with electric mixture until blended. Gradually add in powdered sugar on low speed until smooth. <br />
5. Spoon 1 generous tablespoon of filling on bottom of one cookie. Top with second cookie, bottom side down. Gently press together. Store covered in refrigerator.Kayleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07380393901366553429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841320200113953407.post-16207666276376174962010-08-28T23:39:00.000-07:002010-08-29T06:39:24.184-07:00times they are a changin'I'm pretty sure that I was born in the wrong decade.<br />
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Because of some sort of cosmic glitch, there was a 40 year delay and I was born in the 80's instead the 40's as was meant to be.<br />
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Can't you just imagine it? ....{entering la-la land}...<br />
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...growing up in the mist of WWII with gas rationing and Rosie the Riveter<br />
...wearing bobby socks and saddle oxfords while watching Disney's Fantasia<br />
...fawning over men like Frank Sinatra and listening to Bing Crosby sing to-be Christmas classics<br />
...watching sports legends like Jackie Robinson and Sugar Ray Robinson<br />
...going to the drive-in to see Humphrey Bogart star in Casablanca *sigh*<br />
...marveling at inventions such as velcro, the microwave, and tupperware<br />
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A few other facts about 1940:<br />
<ul><li>average annual income- $1,900 </li>
<li>average cost of a home- $6,550</li>
<li>average cost of a car- $800</li>
<li>a gallon of gas- $0.18</li>
<li>minimum wage-$0.30</li>
</ul>So, I wasn't lucky enough to experience the 40's first hand (thank goodness for Casablanca on DVD!) but, my mawmaw was.<br />
There are a few things you should know about my mawmaw.<br />
She:<br />
<ol><li>is from a tiny town just outside of New Orleans, Louisiana.</li>
<li>has 2 daughters, 1 son, and 2 step-sons.</li>
<li>was my weekend sleepover partner when I was little. We would stay up late watching moves, sing along to Dolly Parton's greatest hits, and eat breakfast at the Cracker Barrel.</li>
<li>makes the best pecan pie. ever.</li>
<li>is a retired Delta flight attendant.</li>
<li>currently resides in small town Florida.</li>
<li>has restored a historic home.</li>
<li>enjoys gardening.</li>
<li>loves sweets.</li>
<li>volunteers her time protecting sea turtles and tracking wolves (no, that is not a typo. She actually tracks wolves).</li>
<li>loves scary, creepy, grotesque movies.</li>
<li>has a sense of humor that would probably make you blush.</li>
<li>is not your average mawmaw.</li>
<li>turned 70 this month. </li>
</ol> Minus the gory movies and rather odd sense of humor, my mother is practically the same person. And apparently Mawmaw has pretty strong genes. It's only a matter of time until I too am tracking red wolves through the forests of a wildlife refuge.<br />
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For her birthday, we gathered at my aunt's home to celebrate. Per her request for chocolate ganache, I made a chocolate fudge cake with white chocolate whipped cream filling and poured chocolate ganache over the top. It got rave reviews from the family (and my taste-testers who got to try the 'make-sure-it's-not-a-total-flop' trial run). The cake was deliciously moist and the whipped cream filling was a perfect match for the rich layer of ganache.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday Mawmaw! </div><br />
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*Triple Chocolate Fudge Cake recipe adapted from <i>Sky High: Irresistable Triple-Layer Cakes</i>Kayleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07380393901366553429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841320200113953407.post-4407859326394696342010-07-25T14:50:00.000-07:002010-07-25T14:55:36.086-07:00sweetest goodbyeThis week, T and I were invited over to a friend's house for dinner and I was asked to bring dessert. I always like occasions like these because I get to try out new recipes. I decided to go with <a href="http://www.bakerella.com/hey-yall/">Paula Deen's Deep Dark Chocolate Truffle Cake</a> that I found on Bakerella (where I get lots of recipes...I trust her. She knows dessert. And lets be real, so does Paula). The cake is a flourless chocolate cake-something I hadn 't ever tried before, and it was super easy to make.<br />
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After baking, the cake has to be cooled in the fridge for a few hours. Since I hate cold cake, I decided to take it out of the fridge a few mins before we ate it so that it would be room temperature. T and I decided to serve it with ice cream, because, well, it just seemed like the right thing to do.<br />
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The cake was ok...just so so. When I left that night I had decided that I wouldn't use that recipe again. It wasn't that it was bad, just not really worth the effort. Honestly, I would have preferred a boxed brownie mix (which I appreciate on any and all occasions). I can't lie--I was disappointed.<br />
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But, since I'm such a forgiving person (and have little self-control against anything chocolate) I decided to give it a second chance. This time right out of the fridge...straight from the pan...for breakfast. Cause thats just the kinda girl I am. <br />
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Now, I'm mature enough to admit there are <strike>a few</strike> numerous times that giving second chances did not have desired results.<br />
Hindsight is 20/20.<br />
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Everyone makes mistakes.<br />
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Give me a break. Geez.<br />
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This was not one of those times. This was one of those times when you thank your lucky stars that you gave it another try because you're pretty sure that you were just given a glimpse of what Heaven might be like. Cold is the key for this cake. It isn't a cake, but not quite a brownie. It lies somewhere in the delicious chocolaty in between.<br />
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I will spare you all the gory details, but once the secret was out (i.e. T was informed of its greatness)...well, lets just say we're not proud of the decisions we made. Thank goodness for things like mercy, grace, and forgiveness...and a strapping young man who kicks our hineys twice a week :) <br />
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The baby shower was for a friend's niece and she had asked if I would do some baking for the occasion. She had a cute idea to make the cake a onesie and also requested cake balls (side note: i'm working on a new name for those things. Something that sounds a little more...appetizing--let me know if you have any suggestions kthanks!). The cake was a white chocolate cake with a strawberry filling and strawberry frosting. The cake balls were strawberry cake, and just to go with the pink and brown color scheme, I made devils food cupcakes with strawberry frosting. The shower was beautiful and the mommy-to-be recieved lots of goodies for her little bundle of joy!<br />
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<ul><li>it is summer </li>
</ul><ul><li>I live in the south</li>
</ul><ul><li>it was 92 degrees outside </li>
</ul><ul><li>I hadn't used my ice cream maker yet this year</li>
</ul><ul><li> I had some very ripe bananas</li>
</ul><ul><li><a href="http://www.joythebaker.com/">Joy the Baker</a> planted this fabulous idea in my head</li>
</ul>...and mostly because being a good southern girl means I never need an excuse to make a dessert (yes, that is a fact-you can check the handbook), I did just that.<br />
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It is with great pleasure I introduce to you:<br />
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(I'll give you a moment to regain your composure...)<br />
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Joy actually made Banana Pudding Ice Cream, which lets be honest, is probably much more tasty.<br />
But since I already had some yogurt on hand (and for the sake of not having to pay for it this week when I meet with my <strike>tyrannical</strike> zealous trainer), I went with frozen yogurt. <br />
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It was fan-freakin-tastic! With chunks of banana and nilla wafers mixed in the batter, it was everything a girl could hope for.<br />
(not to mention super easy--yogurt, banana instant pudding mix, a banana, crushed nilla wafers) Yum!<br />
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Memorial Day weekend my little brother graduated from high school. It was a wonderful, long weekend spent with family- my parents' home was nearly busting at the seams with guests. I hope that John knows how proud we all are of him!<br />
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It was a night that he won't soon forget. Storm clouds threatened rain all day, and after checking the weather roughly 482 times, we all loaded up and headed to the football field. After an hour rain delay, the sky cleared and the ceremony began. The stadium was brimming with spectators as the graduates filed onto the field. The speakers gave their rousing accounts of past-present-future living, and then it was time. Time to call the name of approximately 400 students. Apparently, as we were listening to the speeches (feeling as if we had really dodged a bullet), the clouds had snuck up on us. At the call of the first student's name it started raining-buckets! Like a choreographed dance, umbrellas were raised and people huddled under whatever makeshift cover they could find. We were the lucky ones though. The graduates just had to sit there. In their full-length polyester robes, and their cardboard caps, with their chairs sinking into the soggy ground, for the other 399 names to be called.<br />
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Oh well, it makes for a good story I guess. Years from now it will be one of those days he will be able to laugh about when he runs into fellow classmates as they reminisce about "the good ol' days."<br />
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Because my brother is of the rare breed who don't like cake (...or brownies, or cookies-yeah i know, weird. I don't get it either, but those people actually exist!), I ventured from traditional cake. With the help of my 9 year old cousin, Sam, I made dirt cake. He was really a team player and took on the challenge of making sure that it was safe for everyone else to eat {read: licked the bowl} ;). The cake was fun to make and everyone seemed to enjoy it--even John ate it (talk about a feat)! <br />
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Before reading this post, you must know two things:<br />
1. Today is Friday.<br />
2. There are 5, count 'em 5, days of school left before summer vacation (and until my sweet, precious, loving fourth graders become too-big-for-their-britches fifth graders)<br />
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In addition, today we had a special program led by man who goes by the name of 'Scientist C.' He brought in lots of hands-on activities for my friends to "explore space" with.<br />
For those of you who haven't been in elementary school in a while here is a little math equation for ya...<br />
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Friday <br />
summer so close you can taste it <br />
+ <u>a change your routine for even 5 minutes</u><br />
one tired teacher!<br />
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Needless to say, my students were (almost literally at one point) bouncing off the walls today. <br />
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Feeling a bit defeated after school, I mustered up all the strength I could to drag myself down the hall to the parking lot and into my car so that I could pick up a nutrient-rich, low-calorie, health conscious (**read-something flavorful and fried**) dinner on the way home.<br />
During my drive I had one of those 'why didn't I choose a desk job?' conversations with myself and tried to calculate if I have enough 'sick/personal' days left to start summer vacation a week early.<br />
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Once home, I sat down to watch the local news (which <i>never</i> happens-but I was too tired to care, or change the channel), and began to feel even worse.<br />
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<i>"local college student being deported for being an illegal immigrant...</i><br />
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<i>crazy, ex-employee demanding job back wielding a machete...</i><br />
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<i>corruption in the police department..."</i><br />
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and just when I was about to change the channel to something a little more, well, upbeat, a story came on about high school students.<i> </i><br />
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Today, hundreds of high school students across metro Atlanta<i> </i>held (mostly) peaceful protests because of the teacher RIF.<br />
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In social studies, my 10 year-old friends and I have been learning about reform. We were just discussing how people/leaders from our past have helped to encourage people of today to 'fight' for what they believe in.<br />
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It was inspirational to see students standing up for their teachers--on a Friday afternoon no less!<br />
Student after student was interviewed about why they were there. Everyone of them talked about how much their teachers had influenced them and made learning fun. <br />
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Amazing.<br />
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Sometimes I'm reminded why I don't have 'one of those desk jobs.'Kayleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07380393901366553429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841320200113953407.post-74387862198149326052010-04-27T16:44:00.000-07:002010-04-27T16:47:35.833-07:00peaceful easy feelingI recently got to make dessert for a little girl's birthday party. The party had a spa theme, so the party planner...ok, her mom...asked me to make fingernail polish brownies. I was a bit nervous, but up for the challenge. I love fun projects like this-they make baking so much more fun!<br />
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And yes, I know what you're thinking.<br />
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Those of you who have been stuck in an office for the past week are cursing my name for reminding you that <i>I </i>have spent the last week basking in the sun on a radiantly white sand beach, listening to the waves crash against the shore, while sipping a deliciously refreshing frozen concoction that has relaxing powers enough to make you forget your own first name...(so, I may exaggerate...a little...) <br />
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To you I only have one thing to say. Life is all about choices. Sorry yours aren't as well thought out as mine.<br />
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This year I got to share a part of my childhood with two of my favorite people: T, and our other gifted-decision-making, teacher friend, Shanna. With their over-stuffed luggage in tow, the three of us made the 7 hour drive south to Apalachacola. Years ago, my grandparents bought and restored a historic home in the small town. Being a historic home, the walls preserve memories of the distant and not-so-distant past, from military housing to wedding receptions. My family has made this piece of "forgotten coast" our vacation home every summer for as long as I can remember. Once both of my grandparents retired, they packed up their home in Atlanta and made Apalach their permanent residence.<br />
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In a town of just under 2,500 people (and limited cell phone reception), time seems to move a little slower. In fact, after a few days in the "small drinking town with a big fishing problem," you realize you have no idea what time it is, little recollection of what day it is, and quite frankly, you like it better that way.<br />
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I throughly enjoyed showing the girls around town and getting some much needed days of relaxation. I'm also glad that I was able to spend time with my grandparents, who did everything they could to help us feel at home. We spent a day at the beach, explored some interesting shops in town, ate fantastic seafood, took the boat up the river (after a few failed attempts and with the help of a determined Pawpaw), and even attend an exclusive 'Deacon's meeting.' I only hope that T and S enjoyed themselves as much as I did--and their little glimpse into the small town life of an oysterman.<br />
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This time the shower was for my best friend/college roommate. Her wedding is in June, so this was the first of her long line of showers. For her cake I decided to try <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/06/the_best_chocol/">Pioneer Woman's chocolate cake recipe</a>. I think it was our mutual love of chocolate and belief in its magical healing powers that tied us as roommates for four years (and could possibly be responsible for a few extra pounds...jury's still out on that one though). Thanks to the help of our very own resident design major, the shower was beautiful! It was a wonderful time to reconnect with old friends, and with 18 years of memories, there were lots of stories to share!<br />
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I should have seen it coming.<br />
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Last night, on our ride home, T and I marveled at the moon. It was big, bright, and....terrifying!<br />
Ok, so at the time it <i>wasn't</i> terrifying. It was actually quite beautiful. One of those 'beautifuls' that assures you of God's presence and reminds you that you are but a speck in the vast universe.<br />
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...or maybe that was just the Bible study talking....<br />
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Either way, it was only foreshadowing what was to come. Unfortunately for me, I didn't realize that until it was too late. It's like in those horror movies when the young, beautiful, unsuspecting girl is about to open the door and you keep yelling at her not to, but she doesn't realize that opening a door that leads to a dark basement, in an empty house, with creaky floors, in the middle of the woods, during a thunderstorm was probably a bad idea until its all over and done with.<br />
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Today was just like that.<br />
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It had all the makings of a good horror story: <strike>31</strike> 32 students, 6 instructional days until CRCT, the week before spring break, a fire drill, and a full moon. I'll save you all the gory details, and quite honestly, it could have been worse--there were no casualties (although it was touch and go there for a second). But, today I needed the patience of Job and all I could seem to muster up more resembled Ursula from The Little Mermaid (I'll give you a second to visualize that.....got it? Good.) Oh well, in the words of Scarlett, tomorrow is another day. Thankfully there are only 64 hours standing between myself and a week of work-free, sunny (fingers crossed) bliss. Just enough time to recharge my patience for the last 6 weeks ;)Kayleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07380393901366553429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841320200113953407.post-53620772996264829312010-03-15T17:52:00.000-07:002010-03-15T17:55:09.472-07:00stir it upFor the past several months Tiffany and I have stayed after school twice a week to work with small groups of students who need a little extra help with reading and math. Today was the final session, so we decided to combine our groups and celebrate. Tiffany made her famous brownies and I decided to take this opportunity to try something I probably wouldn't get the chance to make again for a while. I ran across this cake a while ago on a blog and have wanted to try it ever since, but there are few occasions that a tie-dyed cake is needed. The cake is just a mix and is divided up and dyed. Then layer the colors, bake, and <span style="font-size: small;">voilĂ -you have wonderfully rainbow colored creation!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Now...what will we do with all of those free afternoons?</span>Kayleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07380393901366553429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841320200113953407.post-10692428231798399552010-03-15T17:19:00.000-07:002010-03-15T17:19:24.180-07:00have i told you latelyJust a quick game of catch up...<br />
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This year I made pumpkin cakes for dessert. I saw them on the cover of the Southern Living and thought they were too cute! I didn't use the recipe in the magazine, but instead somewhat made up my own (although, the recipes in the magazine look oh so appealing. I will probably have to try them in the near future!) I made these twice; once for friends and once for family. The first time I didn't follow the mags suggestion of using caramel for the stem and leaves and used frosting instead...they turned out looking more like Christmas wreaths. The second time I decided to take SL's advice-apparently they know what they are talking about ;) <br />
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</div>Kayleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07380393901366553429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841320200113953407.post-5089574009414966732009-11-22T06:52:00.000-08:002009-11-22T06:52:32.769-08:00celebrateThis weekend I baked for a co-worker. It was her son's Bar Mitzvah and she and her husband threw a huge reception after the ceremony. The reception had an NFL theme and the guest of honor is a Green Bay Packer's fan so I made him a cake of the Packer's field and cake pops in the shape of 'cheeseheads'. From what I hear, the reception was a blast and the kids there loved the pops!<br />
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</div>Kayleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07380393901366553429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841320200113953407.post-27203364893968807482009-11-15T10:02:00.000-08:002009-11-15T10:03:03.924-08:00baby's on the wayAbout a month ago T asked me to bake a cake for a baby shower she and some friends were throwing for a co-worker. The shower had a Dr. Seuss theme so I was super excited (not to mention nervous) about making the cake. After scouring Google images for ideas from other bakers' creations, I came up with my own sketch of something I thought I would be capable of producing. That idea changed a bit after I found these cute Dr. Seuss alphabet flash cards while shopping one day. T and I were a bit worried that there wouldn't be enough cake to go around (...we were wrong by the way) so she whipped up some delicious cake pops to accompany the cake. The shower was amazingly successful and the guest of honor loved her desserts. I'm so glad I was able to be a part of her special day...now we just have to wait on baby :)<br />
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</div>Kayleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07380393901366553429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841320200113953407.post-91153272757446507092009-11-15T06:02:00.000-08:002009-11-15T06:02:25.349-08:00great balls of [brownie]A friend from work recently asked me to make a dessert for her. She was having some friends over for a game night and just wouldn't have enough time to prepare something. As always, I was excited to make something new, and being the laid back person she is, she let me decide what to make. I had a few other baking projects going on the same weekend so I needed something that would be easy, but still fun for her guests. I decided to make cake pops and brownie pops. I used red velvet cake for the cake balls and covered them in milk chocolate and used white chocolate to cover the brownies. They were amazingly easy and fun to make. I hope that she and her guests enjoy eating them as much as I enjoyed making them! As a 'thank you' for the dessert she went above and beyond reason and bought me a beautiful covered glass cake plate has several other uses. The gift was worth far more than the desserts, but I am thankful to have such thoughtful friends and can't wait to see it put to good use!<br />
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