tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16896362331586974702011-11-27T15:24:40.154-08:00Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.comBlogger591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-73410985871567607932010-08-11T14:27:00.000-07:002010-08-11T14:28:44.408-07:00

Becca is my cousin. She was my first babysitting job; her parents paid for the gas in my1971 Volkwagen Rabbit, and all of my cassingles, including Bon Jovi and Richard Marx. Becca is now grown-up and doesn’t need me to babysit her anymore. But she still comes over and we drink Diet Coke and solve the world’s problems. Becca is moving to California on Friday. My cousin Becca was schedule to

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-21377100912417869372010-08-10T10:41:00.000-07:002010-08-10T10:53:38.786-07:00

This morning we walked across the street to my mom and dad’s house. “Mommy? My hair is hot,” said DJ. “Mine too, Darlin’. Mine, too,” Since we all have hot hair, I suppose that it would be nice to make something cold, right? And it would be even nicer if I made something that the kids woul…hang on a second. I gotta give one of these to Joey before has the big freak out on me. I’d say he likes

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-55729771110208122202010-08-09T11:47:00.000-07:002010-08-09T11:49:26.359-07:00

My grandma never made homemade lemonade. My mother-in-law does. This is one of those family tradition things that my family never did, and my husband’s family ALWAYS does. My mother-in-law is a great cook: she makes the absolute best potato salad I have ever eaten. She also rocks out some awesome sugar cookies. And she makes incredible lemonade. Since it’s once again HOT… My husband will be

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-51723199688090416912010-08-08T12:09:00.000-07:002010-08-08T13:18:47.884-07:00

My boys are funny…you remember my boys right? This is Joey at the Bible School Program… Front row, having the absolute time of his life… This is DJ at the same Bible School Program: Singing all the songs on his grandmother’s lap in the back pew. We couldn’t get him up on stage because he sometimes gets “weewy, weewy, shy”. After said Bible School program, the boys had a sleepover at Grandma

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-56773842312805674402010-08-07T09:22:00.000-07:002010-08-07T09:23:33.676-07:00

This post involves 5 of my favorites: Bread, Butter, Brown Sugar, Bacon, and Alliteration. How can you go wrong with that? Dude, you can't. I'm sort of having a Brown Betty obsession. I made 2 peach brown bettys: one for our neighbor (knee surgery) and one for a church meal. I figure, if you find something awesome, just keep making new ones and cash in on the popularity. Kinda like CSI

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-80771028943403762342010-08-06T13:19:00.000-07:002010-08-06T13:46:56.254-07:00

Our story begins last night… (phone rings) Amy: Hello? Oh, yes…how are you? What’s it been…3 weeks? Right! Oh, great! Oh, great, I’m so glad…what time will you be here? Noon sounds great. Yes, we’ll be here. Oh, hooray! You don’ t know how happy I am to hear the part has finally come in! Okay, we’ll see you tomorrow…Thanks, bye. Amy sleeps peacefully, knowing that the refrigerator

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-18835753265293660742010-08-05T11:45:00.000-07:002010-08-05T11:46:42.430-07:00

I baked a turkey this morning. Yeah, I did. Amy, is 2000 degrees outside. Yeah, I know. I baked a turkey. Why...why did you bake a turkey in August? My dad and I were talking about turkey...I said I hated deli turkey, he agreed. Then I saw one at the store. So, I baked a turkey. And now I can have turkey salad, turkey gravy, turkey pie, turkey casserole... And my dad can have turkey.

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-83509477266072953032010-08-04T13:24:00.000-07:002010-08-04T13:26:29.756-07:00

So…we’re under some sort of heat advisory or something. They’re telling us it’s 950,000 degrees outside. Doesn’t sound like good baking weather to me. Speaking of which, who’s the tool who bought a 16lb turkey and stuck it in my fridge, huh? Oh…I think that was me. My dad…you know my dad. Constantly bringing me food to make into something. Today I got an itty bitty

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-64841249966983764802010-08-03T14:28:00.001-07:002010-08-03T14:45:34.969-07:00

Okay, so...here we are. We have mowed through some peanut butter recipes, right?We've made about everything out of peanut butter...soup, salad dressing, marinade, cookies, milkshakes...we even made our own peanut butter and burnt up a blender!Yup, Amy...I think you should feel satisfied that you covered a wide array of recipes with peanut butter...There is one thing though...What's that?One thing

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-91996068129203715782010-08-02T07:14:00.000-07:002010-08-02T07:51:26.835-07:00

So, it's Day 29. I can see the light. And it is good.It's also the Disputed Anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence. At least, according to the All Knowing, All Powerful Wikipedia.So we should make something like historical...or patriotic, or something.I thought about Peanut Butter, blueberry and Strawberry jello cake. But that seems a little outdated.Then I thought

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-45571086927353692112010-08-01T05:17:00.000-07:002010-08-01T07:30:47.744-07:00

My husband waved a peanut butter white flag last night. Out of respect for him, I will acknowledge the forfeit and give my house a peanut butter break.Even though we don't cook with it today, we can still sit around and jaw about it, right?Here's some fun facts, uses, quotes, etc...Peanut butter was first introduced in 1890, when a unknown St. Louis physician encouraged the owner of food products

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-19204337422619101182010-07-31T14:06:00.000-07:002010-07-31T16:15:33.119-07:00

Today is Saturday. AKA Cleaning Day. Yuck.My husband was cleaning the cabinet and noticed that we had 4 different kinds of cereal in the boxes, each of which was about 1/4 full. We dumped them into a container...Husband: How did we get so much cereal?Me: It was on sale and I mistakenly thought they would eat it.So I decided that some cereal treats are in order.Dude, I haven't made these

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-55423424759764179972010-07-30T05:30:00.000-07:002010-07-30T05:59:20.324-07:00

Amy, you're early today!Yeah, man...got stuff to do. Make hay while the sun shines, right?You're making hay?!?Nah, Dude. It's a...well, it's just a country expression about wasting time. I''ve got ice cream, cakes, cookies, cakes, cakes, cookies, pies...got a long list, gotta get moving.And you had time to make something for us?Sure I did! Actually, it's one of those 2 Birds with the 1 Stone

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-67950181280980837292010-07-29T08:33:00.000-07:002010-07-29T08:54:01.691-07:00

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..." --EB BrowningI'm pretty sure that Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote this after eating a cream puff.Because there are things in this world that are better than cream puffs...but not many.I've made real cream puffs before and yes, they are all that and a bag of potato chips. Cream puffs are really easy, and certainly don't require any special

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-2716921395309424742010-07-28T10:42:00.001-07:002010-07-28T11:08:50.900-07:00

I started training for a 5K run today...It's an easy one...you can find the training schedule here. "Run" is a very strong word for me. Quick walk. Or trot. Or...well, I have to do it under the cover of darkness because I don't want anyone to see me. So, to celebrate the first day, I decided I needed rewarded with comfort food.And what's more comfort foody than bread pudding? Nothing, that's

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-81812366066185445912010-07-27T09:57:00.000-07:002010-07-27T10:22:27.836-07:00

I think the Adkin's Diet is some kind of cruel fraternity hazing project gone awry. My dear friend Jim described Adkin's like this: "If it's white and it tastes good, you have to spit it out."There's absolutely no way on the face of human earth that I can stay low-carb for more than a day.I am a carb-y kinda gal. It's just a sad fact: I love potatoes, sugar, flour, rice, pasta...and of course

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-57483500054019070182010-07-26T11:38:00.000-07:002010-07-26T12:04:22.230-07:00

I'm obsessed with bowls.Not like cereal bowls, but like bowls made out of food.Like this post from Bakerella, who details how to make chocolate balloon bowls, which seem to be just this side of incredibly awesome.I'm also kind of obssessed with all things little.I don't know why, I usually make everything big. Recently, though, I've been appreciating the little things in life.And last night I

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-25429174661119761252010-07-25T09:46:00.000-07:002010-07-25T10:15:08.812-07:00

This is what happens when I don't have a plan.Or, I guess I should say, when I have a plan that falls through and I don't have a backup.I was originally going to make these beautiful peanut butter and nutella "purses" out of puff pastry. Well, guess what...my local grocery store doesn't have puff pastry.All you locals are saying, "well, DUH!"So I spent most of the morning perusing the list of

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-20813776365392297182010-07-24T08:53:00.000-07:002010-07-24T09:34:35.198-07:00

This is Joseph Wayne Robinson.He's 5 years old.He likes tractors, his hot green bike, and Batugans/Transformers/Ben 10 Aliens. (They're all the same to me and hurt the same when stepped on in the middle of the night)His dislikes include cheese, iCarly, and long car rides.Yes, ladies...he's single.This was the conversation I had with Joey this morning:Me: What do you want for breakfast, Joey?

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-81270913616872176932010-07-23T05:31:00.000-07:002010-07-23T06:03:37.102-07:00

I gave my scales the finger this morning.However, after yesterday's diabolical Peanut Butter and Coke Milkshake, it's really not my scales' fault.That's my pattern: Indulge. Complain. Indulge. Complain.Repeat as necessary.It's been working for 38 years, why stop now?To counterbalance our diet day from hades, let's do a few things right today:1. Joggie-walkie...check. We had a nice breeze

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-65402907276681104462010-07-22T09:48:00.001-07:002010-07-22T10:09:25.316-07:00

I don't know where you are in this universe...but where I am, it's freakin' hot.I decided to throw my diet out the window and make myself a big fat milkshake to put in my big fat belly before I take a big fat rest.So I made this:Looks yummy, right? Wanna know what's in it? Okay...promise you'll stay with me...Why, Amy? What's in it?Just stay with me, Dude...Take a large plastic cup...Go

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-26329827206207228042010-07-21T09:18:00.000-07:002010-07-21T21:32:29.407-07:00

O Paula, O Paula, O PaulaHow I love to watch the cameras turn on your silver hairO Paula O Paula O PaulaHey, is that more butter over there?O Paula O Paula O PaulaOn my hips, belly, and thighs your recipes have made a markO Paula O Paula O PaulaWho Cares, I'm still going to make your Pine Bark.My ovens are full...A cake over here...Some strawberry bread over there...Looks like no room to be Amy

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-42483293888979400872010-07-20T10:32:00.000-07:002010-07-20T11:02:43.779-07:00

I'm getting pretty good at corny blog titles...When I first started watching the Food Network, it was at a culinary stage where everything was "deconstructed"...Deconstructed Caesar Salads, Deconstructed Bread Pudding...My first Thanksgiving at my in-laws, I made Deconstructed Pumpkin Pie...I took all the ingredients of pumpkin pie and mixed them with cream cheese and it became a dip. I served

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-4008181070621642282010-07-19T08:55:00.001-07:002010-07-19T09:47:35.938-07:00

Yeah, it's totally Monday.Most of us hate Mondays because it's the beginning of a week or end of the weekend, depending on if your a half-full or half-empty kinda person...I hate Mondays because it's Weigh-In night.One of three things happens to me every Monday:1. I've been a good girl all week and managed to stay on my diet. I wake up Monday morning and am down a pound or so. Smiles for

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-62273887905992472392010-07-18T07:01:00.000-07:002010-07-18T07:33:30.822-07:00

I still can't get over the fact that I went through a 6 pound container of peanut but...Uh, Hey Amy?Yeah?I really love your witty banter with yourself, but I had a rough night...Oh yeah? Me too! I went to my nephew's birthday par...Shhh...I drank a little too much...Oohhhh....sorry. Hey yanno what? I got an awesome hangover cure.Come on, Amy...you got jiggy on iced tea last night. What do

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-14653531071454770062010-07-17T07:58:00.000-07:002010-07-17T08:34:33.223-07:00

Let it be known: After 13 days of Peanut Butter Recipes, we have officially demolished a 6 pound can of peanut butter. Yeah, I totally wish I was kidding.I have been called a lot of things, but "girly girl" has never been one of them...I always liked sports, drinking lots of beer, running around in jeans and flip flops. I bite my nails and don't like anyone touching my feet, I spill things on

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-46487605811958593892010-07-16T04:21:00.001-07:002010-07-16T06:18:21.926-07:00

I tried to come up with a super-inauthentic title...did it work?I really love cheesecake. If I was turned loose at the Cheesecake Factory, they would have to call 911...probably because I was holding the pumpkin cheesecakes hostage.Homemade cheesecake is nothing like frozen cheesecake from the store. It's nothing like that "Snicker's Pie" you see on a table tent at restaurants. Homemade

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-65540776398733441442010-07-15T07:07:00.001-07:002010-07-15T07:43:04.048-07:00

I woke up this morning to the following:My grass needs cut, we just mowed Sunday...My mower: No workie...The boys pool is officially shut down for the season...My car, she is broken...It's 6:23 in the morning, and already 80 degrees...I had the overwhelming urge to beat something into submission...So I chose Oreos...Here's what 1 package of now-submissive Oreos looks like...Hey, Amy, are they

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-40893007425686637662010-07-14T08:00:00.001-07:002010-07-14T09:02:33.505-07:00

Some of you have asked for a "healthy" recipe, or a "low-cal" recipe...I thought maybe today would be perfect for that.I worked 3rd shift last night, and my sister-in-law wondered if it would be okay if she and my niece kept my boys for the day so I could sleep."Would it be okay?" they said. Bless their hearts. "Does a bear wear a funny hat?" was my reply.So, in anticipation of my little

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-60658236540543725242010-07-13T08:20:00.000-07:002010-07-13T08:51:01.140-07:00

It is true what they say...You learn something new every day.Take yesterday, for example...I learned that when I hear my sons yelling "COWABUNGA!" in their bedroom, I should go see what's going on.Today, I learned that if you mix together Peanut Butter, Flour, and Honey...You get this:Peanut Butter Play Dough!It's play dough! It's edible! It smells wonderful! This is great, let's let the boys

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-16770152723624340872010-07-12T08:45:00.001-07:002010-07-12T10:35:14.105-07:00

There they are. My scales.The most unappealing sight of my Mondays.I belong to a weight-loss support group called TOPS (Taking Off Pounds Sensibly), they're a non-profit group that encourages sensible eating habits to achieve doctor-prescribed weight goals.I missed last week (4th of July), and the week before (embarrassed about being 7lbs up from vacay)...today I gotta face the music.So let's

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-77436756468272736742010-07-11T14:05:00.001-07:002010-07-11T15:28:34.607-07:00

You: Hey, Amy...kinda late today, aren't we?Amy: Well, yeah, sorry about that...you know, joggie-walkie, had to visit my grandma, then church, then finish a cake...you know, the usual stuff.You: Yeah, but didn't you get up at like 4am? Couldn't you have gotten all this done and posted earlier in the day?Amy: Dude, have you ever made rice pudding? It's a study in patience. Patience...Yes, Amy is

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-63594991273183686822010-07-10T03:50:00.000-07:002010-07-10T05:36:30.761-07:00

My name is Amy, and I'm clumsy.It's a fact that I've accepted, deal with, and really don't recognize most days.Today would be an exception to that.I wanted to make peanut butter pancakes this morning. I got up early, did my joggie-walkie thing...and went to the bakery to dish out some cakes for ya'll.On the way out to the bakery, I slipped and took a header into the boys' little blow up pool.

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-36112314328292742562010-07-09T09:16:00.000-07:002010-07-09T11:11:33.789-07:00

It's kinda crappy out this morning...What a perfect day to stay in. And eat.Just what I need...more eating. I'm already going to be voted "Biggest Set Back" at my weight loss meeting on Monday.Well, we only live once, right? Or, wait...is it twice? Either way, I'm making something awesome to put in my belly.I really love sweets, and I have a sweet tooth that probably cover the city of Chicago

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-83349403658741996202010-07-08T09:48:00.000-07:002010-07-08T18:24:06.999-07:00

It's National Ice Cream Month, did you know that? Here it is, the 8th of the month, and I haven't even gotten my "Happy National Ice Cream Month" cards in the mail.Ice cream month is my favorite month. Can we have "National Ice Cream Year"?Ice cream comes in levels: Butter Fat (High volume of dairy and fat) = Quality. Quality = Tastes Good.Should we make Peanut Butter Ice Cream? Yep, I think

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-4438344779462468652010-07-07T09:45:00.001-07:002010-07-07T10:32:13.742-07:00

Let's get the Obligatory Peanut Butter Cookies out of the way...Yeah, Amy...we have ALL had peanut butter cookies. What makes yours so freakin' special?My peanut butter cookies remind me of these people: That's my grandfather (Pap, as we called him), Grandma Olive, my cousin Jay, and me. Probably 1974 or so...I am rockin' one awesome romper. Grandma probably made it for me. Looking at this

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-10320096948351038052010-07-06T07:43:00.000-07:002010-07-06T18:51:01.591-07:00

Peanut Butter Day Two brings us legendary rock and roll food: The Fried Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich.We all know the legend, the fat content, the subsequent oversized jumpsuits...The thing that made the Fried Peanut Butter and Banana sandwich so awesome was this: No matter how famous and rich and well-known he was, no matter how many mediocre movies he made or how many women threw their

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-53268243239255211482010-07-05T03:46:00.001-07:002010-07-05T04:27:14.446-07:00

Ahh, Peanut Butter. According to Wikipedia, Peanut Butter is "a food paste made primarily from ground dry roasted peanuts, popular in North America and the Netherlands. It is mainly used as a sandwich spread, especially in the iconic peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The United States and China are leading exporters of peanut butter."And the Almighty Wikipedia is right: it's mostly just

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-80246230104406583002010-06-29T05:48:00.000-07:002010-06-29T06:20:17.988-07:00

I'm a serious copycat sometimes. Of course, being trained in theatre, I was taught to take inspiration from history when creating costume designs. Sometimes, I was too exhausted to take inspiration and would just straight-ass copy.I decided a few weeks ago that I needed a challenge...or a hook...or something to focus my ADHD/artistic brain on this blog. I LOVE writing this, but need something

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-63697416537555615942010-06-18T05:59:00.000-07:002010-06-19T22:13:41.867-07:00

I go through a lot of pie dough. Outside of the fact that I have a small bakery, I sincerely love pie. I'm pretty certain that every food can be transformed into pie.I usually have pie dough stockpiled in my freezer. But after all the strawberry pies, the cherry pies, the coconut pies...well, durnit, I'm slap out of pie dough.My pie dough recipe makes a lot of freakin' pie crusts.You're probably

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-38214101889931915692010-06-08T12:27:00.000-07:002010-06-08T15:32:14.495-07:00

So...it's raining today.Or will be raining soon...My boys are gone for the day (Thank you, Grandma K!!)...All I have is the kick-ass stereo that I stole from my mom's house(yes, I'm 38 BUT I can still go to my mom's house and take things)And my grandma's recipe box...what ho, what's this??Does that say "Cherry Pudding"? What a co-winkie-dink...Dad just brought me a gallon of cherries from my

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-14554160403403562952010-06-02T12:10:00.000-07:002010-06-02T17:11:58.718-07:00

Yeah, you read that correctly: Bacon Fudge. My name is Amy. And I'm addicted to all things pork.I love pork, as most of us do. I also love sweets, as most of us do. Last night, I was cleaning my oven and started thinking about bacon...and everything that is awesome about bacon. Then I was thinking about making candy. Bacon fudge? Is it possible? Maybe the fumes are getting to me...So, I Googled.

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-25119216337702182612010-05-24T11:01:00.000-07:002010-05-24T18:57:24.198-07:00

So, I realize it's been a while since we sat down to chat. What have you been up to? Oh, really? How interesting. Well, since you asked, here's what I've been doing:1. Joey lost two teeth. Surprisingly, loose teeth gross me out, so he pulled them himself. Tooth Fairy left him 50 cents and my husband called her a cheapskate. To her face.2. My computer crashed. So long, Website! See ya,

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-72000698236632165462010-05-11T16:24:00.001-07:002010-05-12T06:50:51.180-07:00

Lookie what my dad brought me today:My dad's family has always grown strawberries. In fact, my grandmother's Christmas gift to us every year is a jar of her homemade jelly, usually made with strawberries out of her very own patch. She is no longer able to get out and weed her strawberries in her funny trucker hat, but my daddy and my aunt are avid strawberry growers. Thank goodness, or we'd never

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-50359154815486244322010-04-27T12:52:00.000-07:002010-04-27T15:31:49.534-07:00

I baked 2 rhubarb pies today for Miss Roberta. Miss Roberta called me last night and said she had some rhubarb, but didn't want to make the pies. She always calls me like this, it's pretty funny: She'll bring me all the ingredients, all the baking vessels...and then try to give me money. She's so cute.Rhubarb is a pie that I have never made. After I scrounged Grandma's recipe box for the proper

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-83014344093109310042010-04-21T23:47:00.001-07:002010-04-22T01:11:32.672-07:00

Twice in a week? Amy, are you feeling okay?My life isn't always about cake. Or cupcakes. Or whoopie pies. Or...you get the idea. Sometimes my life is about movies. Or thinking too much. Or movies and thinking too much.I kind of have a lot going on in my brain right now. I wouldn't call it a crossroads, but I have some pretty big options laying in front of me. When big options present

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-76894955464050325992010-04-20T15:47:00.000-07:002010-04-20T17:48:25.771-07:00

I didn't realize an entire month has passed since I blogged. I was never very good about keeping a diary, and this sort of underlines that, doesn't it?I've spent the last few weeks experimenting with different baking vessels. Guess what? I have an oven-proof bowl set (still in the box) in the very back of my cabinets that I got for a wedding present. They're oven proof! Perfect size to help me

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-46054280800021408652010-03-22T08:32:00.000-07:002010-03-22T13:13:34.421-07:00

I'm really sorry to say that I haven't been inspired by too much these last few weeks. I've been dragging my feet on Easter preparations. I have a bunch of great ideas for cookies, but can't seem to find the motivation to get them completed. Or started, for that matter. I have a list of causes for this creative slump: weather, economy, lack of sleep, too much sleep, missing 2 weeks of Project

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-58706215513454564402010-02-23T07:49:00.000-08:002010-03-01T11:01:10.014-08:00

My dear grandmother's maiden name is Kelly, therefore I began considering myself at least mostly Irish after I became of an age to legally buy a pint of Guiness. I've never considered Irish cuisine to be of anything desirable, I mean, it mostly involves potatoes, right?After several hours with my faithful compainion, Google, I discovered that there is more to Irish eats than potatoes. Like Irish

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-27559229596277781172010-02-16T13:05:00.000-08:002010-02-16T13:36:41.242-08:00

I consider myself a pretty laid-back kinda gal. I don't get super excited about much (outside of Cardinal Baseball and Illini Basketball), and I'm definitely not picky about much. With one exception:Brownies. I have brownie issues. Big ones. We should really call them Brownie Volumes. Lo, not so long ago, I couldn't make a brownie to save my life. Scratch, box mix, microwave...I would burn them,

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-69692451379171285062010-02-05T10:38:00.000-08:002010-02-05T10:55:08.843-08:00

Yeah, so...it's almost Valentine's Day. And my little bakery is being run over with all things red and pink. Starting at the top:Obviously, a nice little variety of heart cookies is a nice offering this time of year. It's easy: 3 batches of frosting in white, red and pink. Done and done.I'm all into sprinkles. This is a 5" cookie, and I package it in a card box with food safe tissue. I think it's

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-7841091731294134832010-01-14T09:38:00.000-08:002010-01-14T10:17:07.993-08:00

For those who don't know, Sampler Village accepts samples of handmade items each month and compiles them into a box. Each box has a theme, based on seasons and holidays. Traci from Sampler Village contacted me in early December, after seeing my Snowflake mints:Same recipe as my posting from "The Great Cream Cheese Mint-A-Thon", but I did vary the flavors: The yellow were Butter Pecan, the green

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-8430884798192117162010-01-03T09:01:00.000-08:002010-01-05T07:31:39.524-08:00

I come from a very athletic family. Sadly, the athletic gene sort of skipped me: I played volleyball in high school, and dabbled in golf a little (mostly for the beer, though), but was never really super-athletic like my cousins.Still, though, I have a sincere love of all sports. I love to watch basketball, football, baseball. I scream at the TV, jump up and down, whip a towel...just as if I were

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-55466236118287119992009-12-12T12:51:00.000-08:002009-12-12T13:36:27.525-08:00

Most of the people I know have a snowman collection...My mother decorates her dining room in snowmen during the holidays, and one of my co-workers has a whole Christmas tree dedicated to snowmen. Logic told me that in order to sell cookies, it would be smart to have a snowman variety for local customers...so I did three kinds:Snowman #1Simple snowman cookies. This is an example of how I sometimes

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-68271298156589688162009-12-03T06:02:00.000-08:002009-12-03T06:12:37.853-08:00

Oh, Fudge! became this:Tragedy to triumph. It wasn't quite a tragedy, just not very pretty. I've watched enough Paula's Home Cooking to know that a trifle is an impressive dessert that you can use as a pantry cleaner: you can put anything into them, they're beautiful and taste awesome. Here's my Pumpkin Pie Trifle recipe 1 9" pumpkin pie, baked and cut into pieces (or dropped on the floor and

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-48281587375896020192009-11-26T03:06:00.000-08:002009-11-26T03:26:25.049-08:00

Only I didn't say "Fudge"...A customer ordered two pumpkin pies for Thanksgiving...this was one of them. Gorgeous pies, I was so proud of them. It was in the box, ready for pickup, then dummy me decides to chop chocolate on the table. Pie, I'd like you to meet Floor. Floor, this is your new friend Pie.Things like this happen to me all the time. While getting prepped for my wedding, I shaved off

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-60366719388169112802009-11-07T12:36:00.000-08:002009-11-07T13:44:43.076-08:00

I did four cakes this week. Not really one for the record books, especially since one was for my son.Interestingly enough, all of these cakes had a predominantly blue color scheme. Not by customer choice, but mine.Here's the first one:Joseph Wayne Robinson (aka My First Addition to Cardinal Nation), loves the cartoon The Penguins of Madagascar. So this was his cake. He also had to take cookies to

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-21966634343235474942009-09-25T08:43:00.000-07:002009-09-25T09:27:53.725-07:00

My grandmother and her sister were semi-famous for making cream cheese mints. They were molded into shapes and served at everyone's weddings and baby showers. My cousin Kathy mentioned that she had hit a wall when it came to the mints, so I volunteered to take over and resurrect Grandma Olive's mints. I sometimes forget that Grandma Olive was never very specific in her recipes; I have a lot of

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294009792679046155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689636233158697470.post-57369911819772516472009-09-15T06:41:00.000-07:002009-09-15T06:54:53.453-07:00

I stressed over this cake. I cried over this cake. I lost sleep over this cake. I had to remind my self to breathe over this cake. My first big wedding cake: the next one will be easier. Right? Won't it? Say it will be easier!!!This is 3 tiers of red velvet cake, cream cheese frosting, and gumpaste accents. Serves 40? I can't ever figure servings; what I consider a serving is about 1/

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