7 Days of Positive Thoughts – Day 7

Gah!  I totally meant to do this last night.  I seriously sat down at my computer at one point with this in mind.  I fail.



Day 7 Positive Thought:  A big Sunday breakfast is good for all kinds of things.


I love a big breakfast on Sundays.  I love it because it feels ceremonial.  I love it because it reminds me of my grandfather – who loved a big breakfast every other day of the week too.  I love it because it’s delicious.  I love it because it makes the rest of my day full of possibility.  I love it because it gives me energy for the rest of the day.  I love it because it allows me the chance to try something new.  I love it because I made it.


This concludes the 7 days of positive thoughts (on my blog).  Keep having ’em otherwise!



7 Days of Positive Thoughts – Day 2

Day 2 Positive Thought:  Sometimes something good can turn into something awesome.


A few days ago, I made pumpkin fudge.  I mean, seriously, come on!  Pumpkin.  Fudge.  What is not to love?

And, as tasty as it turned out to be, it ended up being very soft.  Not “fudge”-like.  Well, yes and no.  Did I still cut off a piece and eat it?  You betcha.

But it was soft.  I suspect that I did not get the temperature high enough.  (I was not planning to ever own a candy thermometer, but, considering that I am still unemployed, maybe I should.)


Knowing that only the texture was the issue, I went online to find out if there was a solution to this problem.

Turns out there isn’t (at least not when you’re already done and have poured the fudge).

But there is….


Someone online (more than one someones) suggested just melting the fudge back down and using it as a sauce.  As in, “hell, might as well just go liquid all the way and pour that shit on something”.

Which.  Is.  Just.  What.  I.  Did.


When I was grocery shopping today, I picked up a pint of vanilla ice cream.

And then I brought it home and put some in a bowl.

Then I grabbed a chunk of my too-soft fudge and heated it up.

Then I poured it over my ice cream.

Then I died and went to heaven.



So, because of a small error on my part, I had the most delicious fall treat of ice cream with pumpkin topping.  Ever.


Dear Cupcake, I love you.

I am officially addicted to cupcakes.

Just what I need – jobless and eating cupcakes.  I am surely headed in the direction of those people who eventually gain so much weight that firemen have to show up with axes and a pallet jack to break them out of their bedroom so they can pee.


Until then, I will continue to adore Cupcakes 101.

Today I tried (for the very first time, I swear) the Shirley Temple cupcake.  It is described as “ginger ale infused cupcake, cherry buttercream frosting and a maraschino cherry topper”.  Here’s the pic featured on their Facebook page:

eat us.....we can fill the void inside you......


Holy hell, people.  That frosting could take out every one of your teeth with its sugary self, and it is so gooooooooooooooooood.

I felt like a prophet.  That cupcake spoke to me and said, “I am the delicious, and you shall henceforth eat me”.


I hope the firemen like them too.