My apple tree produced one apple this year. I have one chance to get it right for picking it at the peak of its perfection. I think it's getting close.
I've had an on and off relationship with art over my lifetime. Of course when you are little, you create art without a care in the world and enjoy the process of creating all the wonderful things in your mind. However, over time that careless creativity came to a grinding halt as I put judgment on my work and compared it to those around me. I grew up in a family of extremely talented artists and, being the youngest in the family, I felt like I was never as good as them, so I stopped doing art and settled for being the "musical one". In high school, I discovered the joy of colored pencils and my art world opened back up a little. I did a few drawings here and there for people I loved and enjoyed the process of bringing joy and delight through visual art. But soon a busy life with marriage and then kids started and I had little time or energy to do any sort of art. I got my colored pencils back out when David was about two and drew this butterfly below for a friend af...
...can be found in one of these cupcakes. I made these for a friend's birthday. Chocolate ganache peanut butter cupcakes. The recipe was taken from our cookbook challenge. They were definitely good, but my enjoyment of them were hampered by knowing exactly what I put into them. They were also very time consuming. First you make the cupcake part. Then you make the peanut butter filling which then needs to be put inside the already baked cupcakes. After that, you dip them in the ganache that you made (if you aren't familiar with that - it's mixture of chocolate and cream), and finally you top it with the peanut butter frosting that you have to cook on the stove top using butter. Lots and lots of butter. Had someone merely set a cupcake in front of me and told me to eat it, I probably would have enjoyed it much more. In order to keep us from eating them all, I gave some to some friends down the street and sent some home with the birthday girl. The rest of our family, each...
Well, we had a truly horrible dinner tonight. My mom had given us some bratwurst that she and my dad didn't care for. Often times, my family will happily eat things they don't prefer, but not tonight. I can now see why she gave them away. They were quite horrid. Thanks a lot, Mom. David, the ever growing hungry boy, didn't seem to mind them too much and downed two of them fairly quickly. I did not finish mine. To go with our nasty brats, I tried out some cheddar rosemary muffins from our cookbook challenge. For the first time ever, we all agreed on how to rate it. A big fat one - the lowest rating possible. No one was able to eat a whole muffin. The rosemary taste was overpowering of everything else. It also seemed to call for too much baking soda as it had that baking soda taste in what wasn't flavored with rosemary. Blech. I hope the birds appreciate them more than we did! Thankfully, I had made a salad to go along with our meal and had roasted some sweet potatoes as ...
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