We need to talk.
I know – it’s never good when someone says those words. But I promise this isn’t what it looks like. I was just playing around in the kitchen, drinking wine with Liz, innocently baking cupcakes for Aliera’s birthday, and it just happened. I didn’t mean to cause any harm, but now? I’m not sure I can go back to living life the way I did before.
Today is my awesome friend Liz’s birthday!
Yay! I pink puffy heart Liz. She’s definitely the best work bestie ever. And because I love to bake (especially for my friends), I wanted to make Liz something special for her birthday. She’s constantly sending me recipes with Nutella to make for her, so of course her birthday cake needed to include it.
After some brainstorming, I decide that a Boston Cream Cake with a Nutella-based glaze was the way to go. And boy, it was a good idea.
I don’t know about y’all, but I had an insanely productive weekend. I’m so proud of myself! I spent Saturday morning volunteering with the Pawfessionals at the Jacksonville Humane Society’s Mutt March.
I rearranged the furniture in my bedroom. I organized my closet. I cleaned. And cleaned. And cleaned some more. That’s what happens when I’m restless. I even ran a few miles. Yeah.
I wasn’t sure what to call these…. Mostly because I normally make them in a square or rectangular dish, and this time I went with a pie pan (because it was clean). Isn’t that funny? How simply changing the baking dish can confuse your mind in that way? Regardless, they’re lemon bars. With cream cheese. And yumminess.
When I opened “New Post”, I had a completely different recipe in mind to write about. But the truth is… I’m in this mood where all I want to do is lay in bed, be lazy, and watch Gossip Girl. Yeah. I watched the entire first season over the weekend. I should be ashamed that I watched that much of it in such a short time period, but I’m not. For years I’ve heard about the awesomeness that is Gossip Girl, and I finally gave in. It’s helping me kill time before my favorite person gets home from deployment. A girl has to do something to distract herself, right?
Speaking of distraction, I’m distracted from my point: laziness (and cookies).
I KNOW. I said I was done with the pumpkin goodies, but obviously, I lied.
But there are good lies that really don’t count. Like when someone lies to you and tells you to be at a random place for a random reason and it turns out there’s actually a surprise party in your honor. That’s a good lie. This is just like that. Or something. Either way, it’s good. I promise.