Sunday, February 28, 2010

Cookie dough and cupcakes?

Every once in awhile, I create something so amazing yummy.. its hard for me to believe that I created it! I take a bite, oh and awww.. and then open my eyes, and think to myself, "I made this. I MADE THIS! And its good. Ohhhh its so good! high 5 for being awesome!" Its one thing to follow a recipe and it turns out just like the pictures, and tastes just as good as you imagined it would. But, when you get an idea.. and stick it all together, and it turns out to be better then you could have ever imagined.. THAT is a wonderful feeling of accomplishment. And when everyone tastes your labour of love, and they let out the same ohhhs and awwws....
Words cannot even describe the satisfaction I feel.

This happened this weekend. Ryan and I had an afternoon "date" planned to hangout with the Doyals. (Ill have to devote a whole post about the Doyals one day soon... ya, they’re that amazing!) I knew I wanted to bring over some kinda of baked something of other, that would please everyone. So... what’s better then cupcakes? Cookie dough? Well... what about a cupcake filled with cookie dough? Ohhh what about chocolate whipped butter cream frosting? And all that topped with a super moist mini chocolate chip cookie?? Jackpot, baby!

This, folks... is the most amazing cupcake I have ever created. And you know what I realized?
It’s the first cupcake I have ever created.
And I’m so proud of it, I’m not posting the recipe.
I’m just bragging right now.

Lots of amazing buttery cupcakes, filled with chocolate chip cookie dough, topped with luscious whipped chocolate butter cream. and a cookie. A fresh, soft, tiny chocolate chip cookie.

Closest thing to it.


Saturday, February 27, 2010

Hey Ya'll!!!!

Ever been so Savannah, Georgia?
Go. Now. Run upstairs. Pack a bag or 5. Fill the gas tank. and GO. Because its that amazing, and everyone should experiance the true southern hospitality that gushes from the pores of this fabulous small town. Its rich in history, food, shoppes, pubs, and the nicest people on this side of the Mississippi. And its romantic, really romantic. Walking through the breezy streets, holding hands and enjoying the huge oak trees that are hundreds of years old. Ya, I was in heaven.

And guess what else is there?
Paula Deen.
I feel like Paula and I are on a first name basis these days.

What youre seeing here in her Lady and Sons hot spot. So hot, that we had to GO to the place just to stick our names on a list, so we would have a spot to eat lunch. At 9am. nuts.

What we have here folks is a place setting. Complete with a Doily placemat. Have you ever, in all your life, seen anything so darn cute and folky? Love it!

Cheeder biscut and fried corn fritter with maple syrup
Chicken Pot pie

Pulled Pork Sandwich.

So how was it? Well, It was...... fried. Im huge on seasoning and taste. I like saying "wow!" after trying something suburb. Paula Deens was not what I was expecting. For the amount of fried, it lacked the WOW I enjoy. Much of the meal, left me rubbing my napkin over my mouth repeatively because I felt well..... greasy. It was OKAY. But, not what I was so excited for.

 Sorry Paula.

We also got a side of Mac and Cheese, because everyone raves about how wonderful it is. Well, I am VERY happy to report that after my husband took a few bites, he looked at me and the words "I like your mac and cheese better" floated from his lips. I asked him to repeat himself, and I felt as if I was dreaming. He likes my mac and cheese better then Paula Deens.

I can now die a happy woman.

Now I will leave you with this:
Come on Paula. We all know youre not that skinny!

Put some south in your mouth!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010


Hi! Hi! Hi!
I am done. I am healed! And I NEVER want to go through anything even close to that painful EVER again.
Tomorrow will be exactly 4 weeks from my surgery. 4 weeks of drooling, crying, whining, starving, and painkillers. Ohhhh how I loved the painkillers. I surely wouldn't have survived without them, and I am happy to report that I am now down to 3 Advil before bed every night, and that's it! I can eat just about everything again, and taste is slowly getting back to normal.
So... how bad was it? BAD. Worst thing ever. I went 9 days without an ounce of food. Icechips were the name of my game, and at times I couldn't even fit a spoon in my mouth. A BABY spoon. I woke up every 3.5 hours like clock work, ran high fevers while shivering, and cried. Ohhh the amount of painful tears I shed! Ryan's immune system decided to shut down 3 days after my surgery with a yucky cold (the worst days were day 3 through 10) and although he did try as hard as he could to be there for me, Thank God for my mother. My mother is a saint. That's all I can say. That woman was amazing. She took care of me, cried with me, drove me to the doctor, washed my clothes, reminded me I needed to shower (Hey, I was out of it!), begged me to eat and drink, tucked me into bed every night, and even remembered when I always took my last dose of painkillers. She didn't get mad when she made me food, only for me to stare at it and cry in frustration because I knew I wouldn't be able to put it in my mouth. She didn't get mad when I used every single tissue in her house to spit into. She didn't even get mad when I puked in her cute garbage can instead of trying to make it to the toilet. Nope, she just dealt with my patheticness, and did it with a smile (forced at times) and a big 'ole hug when I needed it the most. Ryan and I were so lucky to have her there for us! Thanks mom! Thanks for the good work. We will show our ridiculous amount of appreciation on Mothers day. Promise.
I do have to also mention, that I have a pretty awesome family, and so many good friends. You all know who you are. The ones who truly, honestly cared. The ones who realized this wasn't going to be easy, or came by to visit and bring me pudding/ice-cream/etc, and sent me words of encouragement everyday, or flowers to brighten my afternoons, or phoned my mom and husband to make sure I was doin alright. The truth is, I wasn't doin alright.. but thanks for checking in anyway! I'm fine now, and just feel so blessed to have that over with. The road to recovery was long, hard, and bumpy.
Was it worth it? Ill let you know
Anyway, I have 3 different baking endeavors to blog about. I was waiting until I was back on my feet, and back to my normal spunky (funky?) self. My husband put his foot up my behind last night, taunting me about NOT blogging. So.... to prove him wrong (Ohhh I love doing that!) I'm back!
And those 21 pounds I lost during my recovery?
Oh ya, baby. They wanna come back too.
They missed you.