Monthly Archives: May 2010

Mouthwatering Monday: Chocolate Chip Pound Cake

Last week I posted this photo on facebook.

It’s not even a good picture, but I’ve had numerous people ask for the recipes.

Soooo…you can find the lemonade cake(right) recipe here.  Possibly the best cake ever.

(And no, Nick, I wouldn’t consider either of these “from scratch” because you use a box mix as the base.)


This one comes in a close second: chocolate chip pound cake.  nom.

1 box yellow cake mix
1 small box instant vanilla pudding
4 eggs
1 cup vegetable oil
1 cup milk
1 chopped Hersey bar
6 oz. semi-sweet MINI chocolate chips

Combine first five ingredients.  Add chocolates and mix well.

Bake at 350 for 45-55 minutes in a greased bundt pan.

Once cooled, make this shiny chocolate glaze(from Elle’s New England Kitchen) and drizzle over the top:

Chocolate Glaze

1/2 cup (3 ounces) semisweet chocolate chips
2 tablespoons (1 ounce) butter
1 tablespoon plus 1 teaspoon light corn syrup (I use Golden Syrup)
1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract

Melt the ingredients together over low heat or in the microwave, stirring often. Add extra corn syrup if needed to make a smooth, shiny glaze. Yield: about ½ cup glaze.

My life.

We ate lunch with my grandparents on Friday.
I am always amazed at them-
My Nana, quiet but attentive.
My Papa, boisterous and fun.
And while age may have slowed them down,
It surely hasn’t taken away their personalities,
their perfectly complementary personalities.

We went to buy plants for a vegetable garden.
And they knew I had no clue what I was doing.
And they guided me.
Told me what to buy.
How to plant.
What kind of watering can to use.

And they were proud.
And they were happy.

And I was proud.
And I was happy.

And it took my breath away.
And maybe brought a few tears to my eyes.
Because I know that it won’t always be like this.


Today we planted our garden.
The children got messy, and so did I.
I squished my toes in the dirt.
I felt the sun on my skin.
They dug holes with their hands,
And stomped around on the topsoil to make it “nice and fa-lat”.
(We’re from the south, ya know?  All words must be at least 2 syllables long here!)

And I was proud.
And I was happy.

And they were proud.
And they were happy.

And it took my breath away.
And maybe brought a few tears to my eyes.
Because I know that it won’t always be like this.


Tonight we went to hear my brother’s band play.
He’s really good.  They’re really good.
And they had some amazing guests sitting in with them.

My parents were there,
And we sat together sans children.
Which was nice for a change…

They played “good ol’ songs”.
And some reggae.
And some country.
And some originals.

And as my oh-so-musical family sat there singing a long to “Quinn the Eskimo” and “Dang Me“,
I thought this is it…my life is perfect.

And I am proud.
And I am happy.

And they are proud.
And they are happy.

And it took my breath away.
And maybe brought a few tears to my eyes.
Because I know that it won’t always be like this.


What more could I ask for on Mother’s Day than to be proud and happy?
And to have the opportunity to make others proud and happy?


Just for fun

My posts have been heavy.   I need some fluff.

I’ve watched this about 736 times since I first saw it in March.

You’ve probably seen it, too.

But that doesn’t make it any less legen…dary.

Now…don’t you feel better?

I know I do!

Beautiful. Strong. Proud.

When you look at me, what do you see?
I can’t help but wonder.
This woman I am, I have become-
Confident and outgoing?

Or the girl, the one there hidden in my eyes-
Plagued by doubts and secrets and sins?
It’s hard not to let her smuggle away that confidence,
Smother this person I’ve become.

But today…today I will fight back.
I will push her back into the shadows.

And today I will look at myself
And I will see someone beautiful,
Someone strong,
Someone I’m proud to be.

Because I have a little girl in my house
Who is watching me.
And she is beautiful.
And she is strong.
And she is someone who should be proud of herself.

So for her…
I will call myself beautiful and believe it.
I will proclaim with authority that I am strong.
I will be proud of me.

And one day…
One day…
I hope she will , too.

So you want a successful blog?

Today I got an email from a friend who’s considering scrapping her blog-
maybe starting a new one, maybe stopping all together.
Another friend is trying to figure out what direction she wants to take her blog.
Boy, have I been there.
If you’ve been doing this as long as I have(or longer), I’m sure you’ve thought about it, too.
She talked about not having a main focus, not having a purpose…and how that can be stifling.

I, however, really think the opposite is true-for me, at least.

I have no focus, no brand, no aim.
If I want to talk about my kids, I do.
If I want to be political, I can.
If I want to post just pictures, I can do that, too.

But look at people like Jenny.  If she’s not funny or witty and snarky, people don’t want to read it.
Or the posts where Catherine Conners gets people all pissed at her for her opinion.
It’s a friggin’ opinion, people!

The “famous” bloggers get trapped.  They get cordoned off in their specific arena and get stuck.
(This is not just my opinion, I’ve heard several of them say this before.)

My point is, there are all these “rules” that you’re supposed to follow to have a successful blog:
Don’t post on the weekend, including Friday.
Make sure you post at least X number of times a week.
But keep it under 500 words.
Know all about SEObounce rate, and traffic.
Brand yourself.

But me?
If I want to post something on Friday, I do it.
There are times I post two posts in one day, and there are times when I go for a week without posting anything.
And there are times that I write long diatribes, and sometimes my posts are nothing but pictures.
And I know about search engine optimization, but I don’t care.  Maybe I should.
Maybe I should develop my brand and market it.

But you know what?  I don’t want to.  I kind of like a having a small-ish readership.
I know most of the people who come to my blog.
I don’t have to worry about sponsors getting upset by something I say because I don’t have ads or sponsors.
(I don’t care if you do, but this is why I don’t.)

But as I sit and think about all of this, I’m beginning to realize something:
My definition of successful must be different from others.

I write what I want to write.
When I want to write it.
How I want to write it.

Sure I like to get comments, but ultimately I do write for me.
I write what makes me happy.
I write what I need to in order to get it out of my system.

And I write for my children.
I write so that they will be able to look at this one day and see who I was,
who I am as their mom, how I saw them.
And sure, there are a lot of stories about them scattered throughout these pages,
But there are also posts full of recipes and memories from my childhood.
Posts about things I do, places I go, things I make, what I think about and struggle with.
Things that aren’t mom-centric, but are still a huge part of who I am as a person,
And as a mom.

I write all of that – the mom stuff, the not mom stuff,
the pointless, aimless, non-branded stuff –
because it’s my story.

And although I like sharing it with you, my readers,
and getting your feedback in comments and emails and phone calls and texts,
I’m writing my story for me and for them.
And that?
That is what makes a blog successful.


In the middle of class, while his teacher is mid-sentence,
Carter stands up and walks up to Casey’s desk.

“Casey, will you be my girlfriend?”

“I’m too young, and you’re too short.
But I don’t mind just being friends.”

In the middle of class, while his teacher has paused and watched this all unfold,
without him ever knowing that she was listening,
Carter walks back to his desk and sits down.

And he doesn’t mention it again.

I wonder if he’ll remember this?
His first rejection.

Weekly Winners: The Life of an Egg

Find more Weekly Winners over at Lotus’.

Blowing Bubbles

I blew bubbles in my coke tonight.

For no reason at all.

And it was fun.

Why do I get on to my kids for doing that?