Foos finally turned 6 last month. We never do huge parties; normally its a cake, piñata, pizza, goodie bags at the park. It’s strategic on my part, I posit that if I go crazy every year, she is going to expect crazy every year and sometimes that is simply not possible. We are poor, so I like to keep expectations low, haha. If we exceed them that is great, if not there is no disappointment. This year was an even more low key affair, it was just cake and family. And you know what? She loved it just as much. I baked a version of this rainbow layer cake with candy surprise. I subbed the candy well in the middle with all kinds if different sprinkles (easier to chew) and it was a big hit and very beautiful. If you are going to try it, do follow the instructions and give yourself time to bake everything. I wasn’t happy while baking the cake until 10 pm after work, but the next day I appreciated that effort because it made things a thousand times easier.
This was also the birthday where I realized her family and friends know her so well. Though she would have loved whatever, and I always say get her what you want when people ask, she didn’t receive any frivolous toys. Instead she was gifted lots of science kits, books, clothes, a zoo membership, a candy making class, a subscription to kiwi box. All things that she needs and align with her interests. It was wonderful, and added to the feeling I already have that she is truly everyone’s child.
Happy birthday, Foos!
My favorite hidey hole at home is the kitchen. Seriously. No one else goes in there, unless it’s to ask me for something, ha! I have speakers on top of the fridge and I plug in my phone and listen to my podcasts while I cook, or rummage, or lament. I have a rotation- Radiolab, This American Life, Reply All, Freakonomics, and the like. Though lately I have been mostly listening to Revolutions. If you are a history nerd or like a really good story I strongly encourage you to give it a listen! You’ll love me forever if you do. If you find the scone I devoured right after those photos were taken delicious looking, it is this recipe from The Merchant Baker. I always double the sugar and sub the fruit to whatever I have on hand, though the recipe is perfect as is. Here’s hoping all of you have a similar space in your lives.
Foos admiring a terrarium by my personal succulent whisperer, Stephanie, of Sunshine Succulents. Can you spot the Bigfoot hanging out in there? Unfortunately these will not stay with me forever, they are center pieces for her upcoming wedding. Our apartment is basically a box with a million widows = we make good foster parents for her succulent babies. These terrariums test my impulse to want to water the shit out of all of my plants daily, so having them around is almost meditative. Plans to go see Kubo and the Two Strings were aborted, so I’m off to making calzones with pizza dough well past its sell by date, and to bake the obligatory pumpkin muffins, because, autumn (these!).
1. I’ve had another shitty week, but listening to my favorite country blues pepaw heals all wounds. I love Mississippi John Hurt so so much. 2. My favorite library boo, Erin, recommended this, and though I am very much a tarot novice, I am excited for it. Everything Erin recommends is gold, even that weird ass book of Miranda July short stories. 3. Planning on looking at things I want but don’t need at the Vagabond Flea. RHUBARB! last week I noticed rhubarb was back at my Publix and baked that delicious pie you see there, which was arguably the best part of the whole week. This weekend I want to bake this upside down rhubarb cake because it looks delicious and has decent reviews.
Have a happy, bluesy, fat weekend everybody!
This was a most excellent weekend. We went to the beach, where I almost ruined a really nice dress, but the water was warm and Foos was having blast, which made it worth it. We did our part to welcome fall (even though the temp was in the mid 80s) and salute basic bitches everywhere, by baking pumpkin muffins. I felt a little like the patron saint of baked goods after offering these to my neighbors, a madonna of fat treats. I suppose there are worse things to be. A shot of Banjo is included, on a chair he isn’t allowed to sit in, because he is the best.
This is my super awesome vegetarian “Chicken” pot pie. It’s this recipe, except I substitute the chicken with these “Chik’n Tenders,” and the broth with No Chicken Base. The No Chicken Base is gold, and I use it on almost everything. I cook the Chik’n Tenders before I add them to my pie filling.
Full disclosure, the above photo is telling LIES. Foos likes chicken pot pie in theory, and would probably eat the whole crust if you let her, but there are peas and corns and carrots, so ewww. My kid really hates vegetables.