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.

Anyway…

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

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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.

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

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7 Days of Positive Thoughts – Day 2

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

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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.)

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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….

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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.

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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.

Because IT WAS FRIGGIN AWESOME.

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

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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.

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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......

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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”.

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I hope the firemen like them too.

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