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Dance, Trevor.
As I found myself settling in for a quiet Friday evening at home, just me and the Mariners, it occurred to me that I never posted about my spring break bake-a-palooza. So, here you go.
The adventure started Sunday afternoon, when I decided to foray into homemade Cheez-Its. Amazon sent me the link for this recipe several months ago, then posted on her Facebook that she had attempted them a few weeks ago.
They were amazing. I'll definitely be making them again, as soon as possible.
Monday's project, while not food-related, was to finish the baby blanket and hat I had begun in January for my little nephew-to-be, who's scheduled to arrive in May. Starbuck, Wavey and their dog, Champ, all approved.
Next up was an edamame dip recipe I had found in Shape magazine. It was... okay. Not my favorite, but certainly pretty.
(Moron forgot to rotate these pictures before uploading)
Pita bread!
Red beans and rice! Okay, fine, this one is from tonight, but it's really, really yummy.
Spring Break, Day Une.
I'm eating lunch while still in my pajamas.
Have great plans to be productive and creative.
Pictures to follow.
A friend recently posted on Facebook a video of his cover of a song called "Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye"; it's a lovely rendition and if I knew him better, I might ask if I could link to it, but alas, such is not the case. Anyhoodle, in his intro to the song, he mentions that he grew up on oldies (not unlike myself), and after watching his clip, I found myself in quite the sentimental mood and decided to do a little YouTube research.
The result? A 1977 video of Harry Chapin singing "Corey's Comin'." For those of you playing the home game, that is in fact the song for which I was named way back in July of 1985. Having listened to A LOT of Harry Chapin music on family road trips as a child, I never cared for the song until a few years ago when I realized that being named after a song is actually a way cooler story than "oh, my parents just liked the name" (sorry, Wavey and Lil' Brudder).
When the Steelers and the Seahawks met up at the Super Bowl in 2006, I was mostly indifferent, save for the fact that I was a native Washingtonian living smack in the middle of Steeler Country while attending Baron U. This year, the Steelers have once again made it to the big SB. Don't get me wrong, I'm still indifferent, but even before the playoffs, I was invited to spend Super Bowl Sunday with the Beaver's family at their annual get-together. This added a whole new level of pressure; after all, these are the potential future in-laws we're talking about, here, so I figured I'd take the opportunity to break in my new muffin tins that I got from my wonderful brother and sister-in-law for Christmas and make cupcakes. When it ended up that Pittsburgh would be playing yet again, I decided to step up my game and really pander to Beaver's stepmom, who is originally from that area (I'm shameless, I know).
The software.
The hardware. I absolutely love my mixer. It belonged to my grandmother, who moved into an assisted living facility a few years ago. When that happened, my dad traveled to Montana to help some of his siblings clean out her house so it could be sold. On his way back home, he stopped in at my place in Godforsaken Idaho with a few things he had saved for me, one of which was this mixer. So cute, so retro. Love.
The beginnings of buttercream frosting. My original plan had consisted of canned frosting, but as I thought more about the project, I figured I might as well go big or go home. Side note: how adorable are my measuring cups?
I had originally wanted to decorate these cupcakes with frosting alone, but when I called my mom with a cake question while at the store this morning, she suggested using candies instead to save myself some stress. Best. Idea. Ever. Thanks, mom.
Halfway there.
Beaver refuses to root for the Steelers; as a Seattle fan, he's still bitter about the 2006 game. Figured I'd throw him a bone and make a little homage to Green Bay.
Not to be outdone by... myself, I guess, I decided to go full-on domestic today and make some bread, too.
And, since a girl's got to eat (and since Beaver was busy serving a wedding this afternoon), I went ahead and made some tasty soup. This recipe is from Giada deLaurentiis' cookbook "Giada's Kitchen". Tuscan White Bean and Garlic soup has been one of my favorites for a few years, now; I love the texture that pureeing the white beans gives to the soup.
It goes really well with bread.
Also, red wine (not pictured, but delicious).
No, seriously, though:
Most. Adorable. Ever. Internet, you have finally won.
"This is what we have heard from Jesus Christ,
and the message that we are announcing to you:
God is light; there is no darkness in him at all.
If we say that we are in union with God
while we are living in darkness,
we are lying because we are not living the truth.
But if we live our lives in the light,
as he is in the light,
we are in union with one another,
and the blood of Jesus, his Son,
purifies us from all sin.
"If we say we have no sin in us;
we are deceiving ourselves
and refusing to admit the truth;
but if we acknowledge our sins,
then God who is faithful and just
will forgive our sins and purify us
from everything that is wrong.
To say that we have never sinned
is to call God a liar
and to show that his word is not in us.
"I am writing this, my children,
to stop you sinning;
but if anyone should sin,
we have our advocate with the Father,
Jesus Christ, who is just;
he is the sacrifice that takes our sins away,
and not only ours,
but the whole world’s."
1 John 1:5-2:2
