Won’t Stop Me

First, let me clear the air of any misinterpretations or possible confusion.

I spend about 0.01 percent of my time in the kitchen cooking meals. That culinary gene – I didn’t get it. Before tying the knot with Michael, I sat him down for extensive questioning (I think some people call this “a date”) and immediately after asking if he intended to pursue a college degree, which he would use to provide for his family — don’t worry, I had already received the results of his criminal background check — the next question was “Can you cook?” When he said yes, pretty much the deal was done. Kind, Intelligent, Handsome, and he cooks? Well, I tell you: it took all my restraint not to throw him over my shoulder and carry him back to my lair where no woman other than me could ever lay eyes on him.

Unfortunately, in order to get that college degree, he had to go to college, which took place on a campus, where there was a dangerous surplus of intelligent, ambitious, beautiful young women. Again, please don’t worry for me. Indeed the ladies looked, and for that I could not begrudge them; however, whenever I felt one of their ganders at Michael was nearing that acutely speculative glance every woman, married or single, recognizes as “Hm, marriage material?” I literally rained on her parade using my squirt-gun. Then, as sweetly and as graciously as I could manage, I said, “Cool your jets, lassie. He be mine.”

But ya’ll, can you blame me?

(P.S. as of late, Michael is sprouting more and more gray hairs, which means – YES! – sooner than later I’m going to have myself a silver fox. Yum.)

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Back to other important things:

But when I laid eyes on Jenn’s – from Jars & Buttons – mustard and flower-flocked apron, right then and there I vowed and determined to find a place in my life to accommodate this adorable garment; even if it meant I would wear it only while walking my dog each afternoon, which I did, that very afternoon following its arrival. You know how some clothes affect you? This apron makes me feel woozy with ardor, intoxicated with purpose. I slip it over my neck, secure it around my waist, and I’m confident I can conquer the world while dusting off mountain peaks, look cute doing it, and still be home in time for the supper I won’t be cooking.

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There’s little else that delights me more than receiving a gift, surprise or expected, in the mail. The presentation made me want to order something else from Jenn, just so she would send me another pretty package scented with rosemary. Don’t believe me? Look!

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Jenn, you’re a gem, thank you.

Shop Jenn’s Store

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Happy Sunday!

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Chocolate

Hi,

My name is Cara and I’m a chocoholic.

It’s true. Unless something is terribly, dastardly, unutterably wrong, there is not a day that goes by in which I do not feed myself chocolate. Coffee and Chocolate: those would be my “If you were stranded on a deserted island and could only have two . . .” But I think I would probably beg for three and add pizza; and ranch dressing. For what good is pizza without cold, creamy ranch dressing drizzled over the melting cheese?

Hm . . . ten o’clock, huh? Too early for pizza, you think?

No. Chocolate. I’m here to discuss chocolate.

In my drawer there are Andes Mints. In my basket on the shelf there are Cookies & Cream Bites. In the mason jar on my desk there are Hershey’s Mint Chocolate Kisses and New York Peppermint Patties. And in the kitchen on the ledge there is a decanter filled with Dove Squares. While I still can’t figure out how to get the gingerbread to set on the bricks, I’m in pretty good shape over here. Well stocked, you could say. So, if ever you should find yourself in a bind, frantic and chocolateless, you just come right on over to Cara’s, and we’ll fix you right up.

Below is a plethora of extensive information geared toward the benefits of consuming a small amount of chocolate daily. There’s plenty of corroborated facts and doctory research, and it would certainly behoove you to go over it if you have some time. However, I personally think you’re good if you only read the next four sentences.

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First-dates, Cards, and Oatmeal-Lemon Creme Bars

You’ll remember these beauties from this post:  http://thislittlelight516.wordpress.com/2012/04/05/a-smile-a-sigh-and-a-laugh/

I told you then that I smelt a tutorial, and though it’s not Tuesday, I’m bringing you a “how to” with “How to impress your family and friends with a delicious dessert, sans blood, sweat, and tears.

Woo! That was a mouthful.

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Tutorial Tuesday! Crusty Chicken — Mmm Boy!

Now doesn’t that just sound incredibly appetizing? The word “crusty” really invokes a sense of concupiscence, doesn’t it? No? Well, I’m sure you’ll change your mind soon enough.

Happy Tuesday!

Normally I like to start these posts off with a little intro, some bantering about what’s culminated from my week thus far, yaddy-yaddy. But there will be none of that piffle today. Today I’m diving right into the Tutorial, because well . . .  this is just too good to put off for any length of time. Later this week I write a separate post about:

“How I lost my mind trying to write a synopsis” 

followed by:

“How I arrived at Sunnyside Institution” 

For now, let’s put all insanity aside, shall we? I’m confident I’ll find it right where I left it when I’m finished; which is, grinning at me from the inside of a sink drain.

Ahem, moving on . . .

You are in for a HUGE-MONGOUS treat today! Michael and I literally exhumed a chicken. Well, maybe not exhumed, exactly, but we certainly extricated one.

You’ll have to forgive me, but it’s been a week or so since we did this, so I can’t quite recall how we arrived at the decision to make this meal.

I believe it went something like this:

Cara: “What are we going to make for dinner this week?”

Michael: “Hm — I don’t know. Oh, wait . . . The other day I read about something cool.”

Cara: “Yeah? What was it?”

Michael: “This chef made this sort-of cast for a chicken.”

Cara: *gasps* “Why on Earth would such a reprehensible atrocity occur?”

Okay . . . I didn’t say that part. What I really said: “A cast? What kind of cast?”

Michael: “It was to keep the chicken moist while it cooked. It’s just dough that hardens over the chicken. Wanna try it?”

“Sure.”

And there you have it; a look into the minds of two utter geniuses. :)

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Tutorial Tuesday: Homemade Graham Crackers!

Happy Tuesday, Everybody!

I hope your Monday was kind to you. I’m currently languishing in bed, my rump squashed up against a pillow, wishing I hadn’t pushed it so hard at the gym yesterday. Listening to me rotate every so often, you’d think I was walking on hot coals. “Ooo. Ah. Oo-oo. Ahhhh.” What is it that leads a person to believe they have suddenly transformed into a superhero upon entering the gym? Adrenaline? Endorphins? Body-hugging spandex? In the moment, I was a stud. In hindsight, I was an idiot. Let’s just say I’ll be breaking for the bathroom on an “as imperatively needed” basis today.

Anywho . . .

I’ve found something decadently yummy to share with you today. I’m calling it a snackert: half snack, half dessert. You heard it here first, folks. Prepare for imminent takeover. Next time you’re watching Martha or Rachel whip up something fantastic, and they look over beaming into the camera and say, “Doesn’t this snackert look amazing, everyone?!” remember that it’s incipience was born at This Little Light. :)

This tutorial — originally debuted and found at smittenkitchen.com <— Amazing recipes! — is dedicated to my dear friend Kristin, who specially requested that I feature another food tutorial.

Homemade Graham Crackers - I. Must. Make. Now.

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