For those of you out there who wanted to know about all the cooking I do, is this the post for you.

Let’s go to a time when I was quite pregnant at the state fair. I decided I wanted to win ribbons, validation.

My mom had won ribbons for her photography, my dad had won ribbons for his woodworking.

I could make a pretty wicked cookie so I ran with it.

My Granny bought me a Kitchenaid for my birthday and I never looked back.

My cookies are winners

My rosy red loves.

I totally won, 11 big shiny ribbons, most of them blue.

Champion Cookie Maker

I branched out, never even knew I had it in me.

I expanded my baked horizons and realized I had a gift. I was a crummy cook when Cody and I got married. (CRUMMY.) I could burn chicken and somehow the middle would still be bloody and raw. I could burn chili to the point it tasted like the pot it was cooked in.

But one day it clicked, and I haven’t trashed much of anything since. In fact almost everything I touch turns to culinary gold.

(TOOT TOOT, that’s my own horn, hope you don’t mind.)

Take my Swiss Meringue Buttercream.

Swiss Meringue Buttercream

Chocolate Fudge Cake

Fudge Cake

Pizza

Pizza

German Chocolate Cake

German Chocolate Cake

Baguettes

Baguettes

Blueberry crumb muffins.

Blueberry crumb muffins

Pecan pie, apple almond crumb pie, chocolate toffee cookies and chocolate chip cookies

Pecan Pie, Apple Crumb and Cookies

Cinnamon rolls and brownies

Brownies, Cinnamon Rolls

And in case you’re thinking “Huh, I’m sure she uses a mix somewhere in there.”
You’d be dead wrong my friend.

Everything is from scratch. Everything. Don’t believe me?

Apple peeler

Apples for my apple pie.

And I cracked, shredded and pureed my OWN COCONUT for a coconut cake.

No limes in these coconutsCoconut Cake.

A four layer coconut cake.

That’s right, bow on down.

So here’s a tricky little problem that comes along with baking.

The sous chef

Your kid reads cookbooks and tells you what you can make her.

(And if you want recipes you’re pretty much out of luck, I’m too lazy to write them out, let alone type them out. Okay, maybe someday I’ll do it. Okay, so I know my brownie recipe off the top of my head, so here goes, don’t tell me I never did you any favors.)

The Best Damn Brownies You’ll Ever Have

Melt one stick of unsalted butter and eight ounces of chocolate (milk, dark, semi sweet, take your pick)

Pour into a large mixing bowl and whisk in a cup and a half of sugar. Then whisk in four eggs, each one at a time.

Mix in a teaspoon of vanilla and fold in 3/4 cups of flour and a quarter teaspoon salt with a large spatula.

Bake in a 375 degree oven for 45-50 minutes. (Oh yeah, spray an 8×8 pan with cooking spray and line with parchment leaving a one inch overhang on two sides. Use the overhang as a “sling” to take the brownies out when they’re done)

See how horrible I am at writing down recipes? Good luck if you actually try them, promise I didn’t botch it up on purpose. They really are the best damn brownies ever.

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Remember to catch up on the last couple posts, don’t want to leave you in the NaBloPoMo dust when the most twisted love story ever continues tomorrow.

Comments

  1. I think I love you.

    Will you marry me, Casey?

  2. I made your brownies and they really are the best damn brownies ever. I will never go back to boxed mix!

  3. Oh my gosh, I think we are twins that have never met! I just found your blog via my friend Rose! I also turn food into gold, but I’m best as soups! I can’t wait to become a frequent visitor! ANNNNDDDD, I’m so jealous you put things in the fair, I always want to do that and never follow through!

  4. You not being a prize winning cook when you first married Cody gives me such hope. I can wreck macaroni and cheese. I’m hoping one day it just clicks. I’m hoping to make one dinner that tastes remotely good. That I didn’t totally order to go. Ahem.

  5. I wish I was your neighbor!!!!!!!!!

  6. **** me, Betty.

    I want that chocolate fudge cake. Come make it for this pregnant lady, like, nowness.

    Sarcastic Moms last blog post..Lunch with Uncle Randy, No farting.

  7. You have me drooling again–wow that’s some delicious looking food. Enough to inspire me to cook if only I could actually eat. :) But WOW, yummy looking doesn’t even cover it. I’m in awe.

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