Friday, February 19, 2010
And well, that just doesn't leave a lot of time. At least not time that I seem to be able to sit before of my computer and think decent thoughts.
So here we are at this blog stand off of sorts.
My solution...not one I'm a huge fan of.
Lucky for you my most free night of the week...seems to be Friday.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F. Lightly butter a 2-quart (9 by 12 by 2-inch) oval baking dish. Melt the 1/2 pound of butter and set aside to cool.
In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, beat the eggs and sugar on medium-high speed for 5 to 10 minutes, until very thick and light yellow. Meanwhile, sift the cocoa powder and flour together and set aside.
When the egg and sugar mixture is ready, reduce the speed to low and add the vanilla seeds, framboise, if using, and the cocoa powder and flour mixture. Mix only until combined. With mixer still on low, slowly pour in the cooled butter and mix again just until combined.
Pour the brownie mixture into the prepared dish and place it in a larger baking pan. Add enough of the hottest tap water to the pan to come halfway up the side of the dish and bake for exactly 1 hour. A cake tester inserted 2 inches from the side will come out 3/4 clean. The center will appear very under-baked; this dessert is between a brownie and a pudding.
Allow to cool and serve with vanilla ice cream.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Being the handy yet clearly not at all butch single independent capable and totally dedicated to my job girl that I am I went to get a shovel and start digging. (Now I preface the following details with the fact that I have a friend that in her singleness retreated to Wyoming and had to endure much much worse conditions without the ability to call her daddy for help...I. AM. NOT. THAT. TOUGH. I would totally retreat to the Bahamas not Wyoming.) After a good 20 minutes of that crap, I tried again. No luck. In tune with my new outdoor authenticity from "roughing it" all weekend I decided to get some hot water and attempt to melt some of the ice, then shovel some more. After about an hour of working I threw in the towel, resolved to wait it out. After talking to my dad I remembered that I had some sand in my basement so I attempted to spread some sand to help the situation, again, with no luck. Finally, I gave in and had to call dad for help. He too had several failed attempts, some more shoveling. The ice was so intense on the driveway dad could hardly stand to dig without sliding around. Finally with him pushing from the front of the car and me gunning it in reverse the civic was a free woman.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
While super easy to grow, fascinating to watch, and literally make my house feel alive during a bleak Winter and like Spring is maybe right around the corner...paperwhites are not for the super sensitive nose. The scent is STRONG. Just, don't say I didn't warn you.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
I started taking group ride (spin) classes a few months ago with some friends and have really enjoyed it. It's a great high intensity workout in 45 minutes, and I HATE all things cardio so that works out well for me. But, I defended my choice as not really giving in since there was no standing in line dancing around, it was all for the most part seated and if you do the wrong thing no one notices (except those people that pop out of their seat early because they are trying to be all gung ho to climb that hill which we aren't about to do.)
Well, upon contemplating the purchase of P90x I finally realized that was stupid when I already pay a gym membership and they do this same thing/close enough there. So after years of literal begging and pleading down on her knees for me to try the weightlifting class at the gym, like the good ole South who finally realized they had fought the good fight I finally waved my white flag and gave in. Last weekend I asked mom to go with me to the Group Power class to teach me how to do it. She, of course, played it all calm, cool, and collected but I know the jazzercizer inside of her was jumping up and down clapping and cheering that she had won, she had finally won!
And so, I did this for the first time on Monday and am plotting my return later this evening.
I still can't straighten my arm all the way out for the pain, but I'd be lying if I said I hate it. I actually...wait for it...enjoyed it...*GASP! I'm sure after two times of doing it I am totally going to look like that chick in the red...you can see her abs through her shirt. You can see my tubby rolls through my shirt...it's kind of the same right? And yes, that bicep curl where they pause half way up...that's why I can't straighten my arms...and can barely brush my teeth. And the MC Hammer song with the shoulder work out didn't help either.