- Feminartzi Bakes a Cake (The World in a Pot)
- I'm a mom of two little darlings under the age of five, I'm an artist, a feminist, a daughter, a partner, an activist, a lover, a baker, a thinker, a blogger. I'm a human being who loves to bake and make super healthy food, mainly desserts. I am who I am and even a radical feminist such as myself can love and live in the kitchen. Go figure!! Join me in my crazy culinary adventures~ cuz we're here to have fun Baby!
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Today is definitely a "Serenity Now" kind of day. Actually, it's been a "Serenity Now" kind of week. If any of you are as much of a Seinfeld fan as me, you'll know what I mean. Yep, I've already burst and exploded a few times this week and there's more to come. And as each night passes I lay in bed reflecting on ways on how to soothe these turbulent days. My kids are great. Nothing wrong there, but when one little Chatty Baby is absolutely, completely bunged-up and the Lovely Toddler needs tons of attention that I simply can't always give her, it becomes a challenge. It's not always so easy-as-pie staying at home with the little ones. But that's not all. Oh no it's not. There's a lot cooking up in my kitchen, and not just food and blog stuff. Nope. There's TONS more cooking up in this household, lots of creating, thinking, scheming going around in here and I can't tell you what it is, but there's more to come from me.
And when it's busy-busy all day long, I definitely need little warm fuzzies to slip down my throat and make me all warm inside. There's nothing better for the ol' nerves than a good Hot Chocolate. Especially when it's cold outside and stormy inside. Husband M doesn't tolerate milk all that much, so I try to eliminate it as much as possible. And so this little concoction turned out to work wonders for the family. Unfortunately, my poor friend R was the first to try my first batch, which was terrible. I know, you're thinking how the hell do you screw up hot chocolate. Well, you can when you burn the cocoa and still serve it. Oops. Like I said, poor R. She was nice though and drank it. But now I have a much better version, one that Husband M said was blog worthy. And I sometimes need that vote of confidence.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
I went out with a great friend of mine in late November that I don't often see. The conversation was flowing, our energies high and the food delicious. We caught up on a couple years' conversation over great sushi, without any little persons under the age of 30. Thank God, because I definitely needed a night out. Husband M is great at putting Chatty Baby to sleep so I could spend a few hours without worry. It was such a great night, can't wait to do it all over again.