Gary is in a Fluid Mechanics class and for his final project, he's doing something involving the flow of a jet stream of milk into water. (I talked him out of the car-battery-in-a-bathtub idea. Go me.)
On Saturday night, I got to help take pictures! Cute, right?
Yesterday, I decided to make some chocolate cupcakes, but I didn't want to make a full batch of them, so I opted to halve the recipe on the box mix. I looked on the nutrition label to see how much mix I should measure out. This is what it said:
Serving size: 1/12 pkg
Servings per container: 12
Well, look on the bright side. At least it didn't say "13".
Anyway, I started measuring out the mix myself but the powder started floofing around and spilling onto the counter. I felt myself getting frustrated and since I haven't been in the most stable mental state recently, I knew I would soon be a heap of tears, wailing about the injustice of the world. To prevent this, I decided to give up on precision and just guesstimate the amount. After I put "half" the mix into a bowl, I also decided that 1.5 eggs was too hard to measure. So I rounded up to 2 eggs.
Can you guess how my cupcakes turned out? Yep, exactly. They looked like sad small souffles gone terribly wrong.
But they were fully done and technically edible...
So I re-branded!!
I scooped out the centers, filled them with hot fudge sauce and butterscotch caramel, and served them with vanilla ice cream.
Then I named them Mini Lava Cakes. Bam.
You know how you always hear about new moms being sleep deprived because they have to wake up in the middle of the night to feed the baby and how they're only able to "sleep when the baby sleeps"?
I always assumed that stuff started AFTER the baby was born...
Actually, I don't remotely care for it. I used to try a bite of stuffing every Thanksgiving to see if my dislike for it had converted during the previous year, but nothing ever changed so I wrote it off entirely a few years ago.
However, on a cooking website I visited today, there was a survey of people's favorite Thanksgiving food and stuffing was the easy winner with almost a third of the votes. So my question is this: If stuffing is so well-loved, why is it only eaten once a year?
In Utah, a 50% chance of rain meant that there was a 50% chance that a single raindrop would fall on that day. In Oregon, it means that 50% of your day will be rain.
Also, weathermen here have devised about a dozen different terms to differentiate types of rain. Otherwise, their jobs get very boring for 9 months. In order of intensity, we have morning moisture, fog, mist, scattered showers, showers, light rain, rain, heavy rain, stormy, downpour, and record-breaking rain. But there's no variety in gray. Gray is still just gray.
In other news, Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is totally a real thing.
2 cups sugar
4 Tbsp. butter
4 Tbsp. cocoa
1 12-oz. can of evaporated milk
2 tsp. vanilla
In saucepan (2-qt. minimum), mix sugar and cocoa over medium heat for 2 minutes.
Add butter and milk, and bring to a boil. Boil for 4 minutes.
Remove from heat and add vanilla.
Makes approx. 3 cups of sauce. Store in refrigerator.
Early Saturday morning, I was unable to sleep and decided to lounge around on the couch and watch the news (none of my favorite infomercials were on). That's when I found out that the huge company-wide worker strike within Hostess did not end in higher wages and contented employees, but rather ended the company as a whole. That's right, folks. Hostess is dead. And with it goes the beloved childhood treats of Twinkies, Cupcakes, Zingers, and my favorite fluffy white Wonder bread. I always pictured my children's first birthdays being celebrated with a single candle poking out the top of a Hostess Cupcake; it's so weird that I'll now have to consider using some sort of Little Debbie instead. The horror.
When Gary woke up, I invited him to come with me on a mini-adventure to hunt out and purchase some of the classic Hostess snacks before they disappeared forever. Gary agreed and we set out. Apparenly, however, we weren't the only one who were feeling nostalgic about the news; nearly all the Hostess treats had already been snatched off the shelves. After visiting a number of stores, we were able to nab a few Zingers and a solitary box of Cupcakes, but finding a Twinkie? Laughable. Unless you want to spend $300 on Ebay.
So enjoy your Hostess memories. They're all we have now. *weep*
[written while eating a Zinger]
In case you're feeling rather depressed about the news and don't have a Twinkie to assuage your feelings, take heart that in all actuality, Hostess will probably just sell off its brands / recipes to another company. So even though it feels like the end to an era, it most likely isn't.
I just spent 20 minutes salivating over the J-Dawgs website. So yes, Mom, I'll be home for Christmas.