Don’t think I’ve forgotten about this blog, I’ve just been super busy. I’ve also written a few posts that I haven’t yet worked up the courage to post here. In the meantime, I thought it would be nice to show you visual representations of my daily comings and goings.
I thought it would be fun to create Irish Cream cupcakes for St. Patty’s Day. My cousin had the best. cake. ever. at his wedding, and I wanted to re-create the taste bud excitement at home. Unfortunately, these were the heaviest cupcakes I’ve ever encountered. Four cups of sugar for this recipe caused my counter to sag from the weight. (3 points if you caught the South Beach Diet cookbook in the back and my obvious betrayal of the glycemic index)
This is our third Chihuahua, Rufus. He’s the cutest guy ever and I’m still in awe of his massive cranium. Try to wake up to this in the morning and not weep rainbows.
I recently visited the local plant nursery and was taken aback by the overwhelming scent from the fruit trees. I didn’t want to leave this place. If being a philobotanist is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
I’m all for supporting small businesses. I know that in order to make profits, a mark-up is needed. However, why throw it back in my face that I paid 75 cents for a 50 cent candy bar? This makes me want to undermine your business potential and start selling my own snacks for 70 cents. All I need are sweatshops creating cheap shoes and I’m opening my own Trish-Mart (and the government subsidizing my desire to avoid paying my employees a living wage…)
Can you think of a better use of chocolate? I didn’t think so.
Aside from whiffs of heaven at the plant nursery, I came across this cat soundly sleeping amongst the pottery. I thought this was the cutest thing and couldn’t help but marvel at his ability to relax even with all the commotion going on around him/her. One life lesson learned.
Although I’m adept at destroying cupcake recipes by the dozen, these did manage to turn out right. Sort of. My first attempt at these cupcakes started with being sold the wrong tea from Cost Plus. FYI: Just because it SHOWS matcha powder on the can and reads “Matcha Powder”, doesn’t necessarily mean it is a powder. The first batch resembled “special” cupcakes more than anything else (minus the good time).