<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778</id><updated>2011-10-21T03:17:48.374-07:00</updated><category term='yeast breads'/><category term='Baking'/><category term='dad'/><category term='sad'/><category term='planting'/><category term='coffee shop'/><category term='peanut butter'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='small business'/><category term='garden'/><category term='strawberries'/><category term='Pro Choice'/><category term='cakes'/><category term='CHEESE'/><category term='bread pudding'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='hot cross buns'/><category term='bread making'/><category term='TILT'/><category term='nom nom'/><category term='Tee&apos;s Treats'/><category term='ace of cakes'/><category term='tea'/><category term='Chef Duff'/><category term='checks'/><category term='ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Makin' Trouble &amp; Baked Goods</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-8573003607082203681</id><published>2009-12-03T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:46:53.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TILT'/><title type='text'>Feelin SO TILTy!</title><content type='html'>What am I loving this Thursday besides you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Homemade turkey soup and biscuits which turned out fecking awesome if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Christmas treats! I have spent the past few weeks plotting what I am making this season. I'm getting excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Music. My friend Claire is has posted about its healing and mood altering abilities and she is SO right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My new DS game Cate West Vanishing Files. I picked it up pretty cheap on Black Friday. I just about finished it in a day and played it til my eyes were burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Palm Desert. LOVE LOVE LOVE it there. Thanksgivings there are so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vt_related_1&amp;amp;listing_id=33776801"&gt;The sentiments on these holiday cards. &lt;/a&gt;I'm a big fan of the blunt honesty. They are sold out but I'm not above theft ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Accessories/Bags/Meta+pic+tional+Pouch+in+Telephone"&gt;~This case from ModCloth.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole site is pretty cool but I love the graphic on this little pouch. We had a phone just like this growing up. I think my mom was trying to make it as uncomfortable as possible to chat for hours when I was a teenager. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Beer Wednesday pics! Go to Jim's page or mine to check em out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm loving my beautiful friend Auntie Sugarbush who is celebrating her birthday this week. =-* Happy Birthday MJ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~And as always, all of my amazing friends who do so much for me. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of TILT 10 (!) the song I'm loving this week is&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uc49mvL0MBA"&gt; Just a Little More Love by David Guetta&lt;/a&gt; which was a big inspiration for me starting TILTing in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;Drug induced idealism? You bet, but if we aim for the ideal at least we are bringing ourselves a step closer to it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what are YOU loving today, my darlings??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-8573003607082203681?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8573003607082203681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=8573003607082203681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/8573003607082203681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/8573003607082203681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/feelin-so-tilty.html' title='Feelin SO TILTy!'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-3289410680474307068</id><published>2009-11-19T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:36:02.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TILT'/><title type='text'>TILT for November 19 2009</title><content type='html'>The ZOMG One week til Turkey Day Edition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Gala Darlings website, from her TILT for last week. She explains it so much better than I can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“If you’re new, &amp;amp; I know a lot of you are, since the numbers keep growing, let me break it down for you! Things I Love Thursday — known colloquially as “TiLT” — is a little love letter to the universe we send out once a week. It is our way of saying THANK YOU &amp;amp; learning to appreciate what we have, as opposed to constantly thinking about what we lack or what we want! It’s good for the soul &amp;amp; one of the very best ways I know for getting out of a cranky mood. Okay, let’s go!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mad Men! Best show on TV that &lt;i&gt;none&lt;/i&gt; of you are watching. I am very sad the season is already over but they left it in such a great place with SO many possibilities! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://snacksandshit.com/"&gt;snacksandshit.com&lt;/a&gt; mwahahah Stupid rap lyrics. Hai-larious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Speaking of snacks n shit: I love Goldfish crackers! Nom nom nom and &lt;a href="http://www.inewidea.com/2009/11/13/11984.html"&gt;Edible utensils&lt;/a&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGr8njEWjtI/SvzfmWsMb2I/AAAAAAAAFlk/o7oq0HoL-CU/s400/Julie+D+.+ow+.+misspell+wedding+copy.jpg"&gt;This wedding cake&lt;/a&gt; I found on cakewrecks. &lt;br /&gt;Check out that piping work! Bwhahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My boys! I love coming home and seeing them at the door waiting for me. I know its cause they are hungry but they are both sweet and loving in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ventolin inhalers, my life line for the last few weeks. My great grandfather was so asthmatic that he couldn't even walk in his later years. I know the pharmaceutical industry is full of money grubbing bastards but I. Am. So. Grateful. My life would be very different without these drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My Volbeat tickets! In my hand!!! Squeee!!!! I have decided that I am going to buy a brand new pair of pink Chuck Taylor's and if I should get the chance to chat with Michael Paulson I will ask him pretty-please to sign them. :) Mobes you WILL make this happen. No pressure tho :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The Wicked soundtrack! My friend Claires recent FB status inspired me to pull out the CD and I've been singing along with it in my car for 4 days now. Love it so!&amp;nbsp; I know from Volbeat to Wicked, I wish it made sense to me too&amp;nbsp; O.o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My job! I have never been happier at a job in my WHOLE life and it's not just cause of the amazing pron. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/a&gt; I love that people have an outlet for their deepest secrets and fears. You are never alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Being a support to my friends and feeling like I've made a difference. There must have been something in the air this weekend... I got lots of phone calls =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Michael Buble~ I love his voice! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bf5RePiYBDs"&gt;Haven't Met You Yet&lt;/a&gt; is on his latest album and it's the song I'm loving this week! Thank you Kat for getting me hooked on this video. Couldn't you just spread him on a cracker?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And baby your love is gonna change me...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you loving this week my friends??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-3289410680474307068?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3289410680474307068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=3289410680474307068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/3289410680474307068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/3289410680474307068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/11/tilt-for-november-19-2009.html' title='TILT for November 19 2009'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-3595010474049360562</id><published>2009-11-12T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:23:16.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TILT'/><title type='text'>Topsy TILTy</title><content type='html'>November 12, 2009 Veterans day edition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This week I am loving all of those who have served or are currently serving our country's military, some of whom I am lucky enough to count among my friends.&amp;nbsp; I love that we take a moment on Veterans Day to express our gratitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~A sink with out any dirty dishes in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~Fabulous pep talks, giving and receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~Crunching through leaves I don't have to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~This fantastic pic from Cracked.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SvxNxqgnD8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/H78bIk4GLRE/s1600-h/alpaca%21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SvxNxqgnD8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/H78bIk4GLRE/s320/alpaca%21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~Sunglasses! Super dark ones (the good kind, not the bad kind) I have pairs stashed all over the house and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; extra pairs in my car. I know its no longer summertime but my eyes are so freakin sensitive to light I wear them year round, even if its raining. Love love love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~Pumpkin cream cheese muffins mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~Baking for people, I love it I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lisa Lichtenfels' &lt;/span&gt;amazing fabric sculptures but especially &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/culturepicturegalleries/6531079/Fabric-sculptures-by-Lisa-Lichtenfels-made-with-nylon-stockings.html?image=6"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;. She's a red head, duh, plus she's got sauce. You can just tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~The fact that my hubby doesn't mind grocery shopping, or cooking for that matter. Praise Jebus cause we'd starve to death if it was up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www.11points.com/"&gt;11 Points blog &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Because top 10 lists are for cowards. Brought me lots of smiles this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~My amazing circle of friends who lift me up and give me the opportunity to let me lift them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~Volbeat and the fact that by some miracle I am going to see them play in December!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~Song I am loving this week- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyyQ34ddduE"&gt;Had to pick a Volbeat song!&lt;/a&gt;  This isn't my fave Volbeat song but this vid shows the size crowd they play for overseas. I am seeing them in a venue that holds like 200 people. OMFG. I'm getting SO excited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;What are you loving this Thursday, my pretties?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;x's and o's all around! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-3595010474049360562?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3595010474049360562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=3595010474049360562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/3595010474049360562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/3595010474049360562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/11/topsy-tilty.html' title='Topsy TILTy'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SvxNxqgnD8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/H78bIk4GLRE/s72-c/alpaca%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-2862641700853635211</id><published>2009-11-10T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:35:17.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin cream cheese muffins with streusel topping</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Its been a while since I've done one of these! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Cream Cheese Filling: I doubled this part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;3 ounces cream cheese, softened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 Tablespoons granulated sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 Tablespoon milk~ I used unfiltered apple cider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Combine with hand held mixer and set aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streusel Topping:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     4 1/2 tablespoons all-purpose flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;5 tablespoons white sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     3 tablespoons butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Combine first three ingredients and then add butter in small chunks and mash with a fork til its crumbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffins: I doubled this part too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1-1/2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 teaspoons baking powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1-1/4 teaspoons ground cinnamon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;3/4 teaspoon freshly ground nutmeg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 eggs, slightly beaten&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/2 cup canned pumpkin puree (not pumpkin pie filling)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/2 cup brown sugar, packed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/4 cup vegetable oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Combine dry ingred and set aside.  In a large bowl, beat eggs, pumpkin puree, milk, brown sugar, and oil until combined. Stir in flour mixture, just until moistened and mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I filled the muffin cups and then used a ziplock baggie to pipe the cream cheese filling onto the muffins cause eff that spoon business. Then I spooned a good TBSP of the streusel on top.&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of turning them in my over I left the one pan out of the oven too long and they ended up collapsing. =( Still edible however and only noticeable to me I'm sure. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky co-workers tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-2862641700853635211?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2862641700853635211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=2862641700853635211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/2862641700853635211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/2862641700853635211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-cream-cheese-muffins-with.html' title='Pumpkin cream cheese muffins with streusel topping'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-4696014722409768966</id><published>2009-11-08T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:46:14.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TILT'/><title type='text'>What am I loving today? TILT</title><content type='html'>On this November 5&amp;nbsp; 2009 &lt;br /&gt;You!! Always, always you. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I am loving my job. I laugh everyday and my co-workers make this job fabulous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Izzard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martiniinthemorning.com/" onmousedown="UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;e8138033be34a729bace913d7e0ab93d&amp;quot;, event)" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Http://www.Martiniinthemor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ning.com&lt;/a&gt;  fantastic music to help each day fly by. Thank you Brad who works crazy long days to make the magic happen over there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skype, without which my faraway friends would seem much, much farther away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer Wednesday!! I love all the hugs and crazy conversations and the familiar and new faces. Every week is a surprise, you never know who is going to be there! &lt;br /&gt;A special shout out to "David" who was adamant about me taking his card before I left BW last night and having lunch with me today. You drunk flatterer, you. Thanks for the laugh! Good lord I hope you and your friend got home safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollerskates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minivan! Don't ask I just might tell you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crazy hubby who puts up with my shenanigans as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song this week? &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDhQt9HvbMU"&gt;Ray Charles~ Busted  Oh yeah! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDhQt9HvbMU" onmousedown="UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;e8138033be34a729bace913d7e0ab93d&amp;quot;, event)" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What things are you loving this Thursday?&lt;br /&gt;Take a second, spread the love! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-4696014722409768966?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4696014722409768966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=4696014722409768966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/4696014722409768966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/4696014722409768966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-am-i-loving-today-tilt.html' title='What am I loving today? TILT'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-2160531078655010667</id><published>2009-10-29T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:55:25.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TILT'/><title type='text'>TILT for October 29, 2009</title><content type='html'>The last TILT of October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~I am LOVING &lt;a href="http://thefuckingwordoftheday.com/"&gt;The Fucking Word of the Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“It's easier to learn with sex, drugs, and fucking swearing. “ Ain't that the truth?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Turbid is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~I love being thought of. When people go out of their way to do stuff just for me it always catches me off guard and makes me feel amazing. Thank you Angela for posting a pic of my favorite tree this week! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~ My friend John who passed away 5 years ago tomorrow. I miss him dearly and he is never far from my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~My parents were awesome &lt;a href="http://myparentswereawesome.tumblr.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://myparentswereawesome.tumblr.com&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love when we can stop for a moment and see our parents as people not just as our parents. My parents were (and are) awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www.inewidea.com/2009/10/28/10690.html"&gt;A cookie cup!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inewidea.com/2009/10/28/10690.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SunFZsoydwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3FUpg_xsdqA/s1600-h/cookiecup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SunFZsoydwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3FUpg_xsdqA/s320/cookiecup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~Pumpkin Whoopie pies (I'll post pics later), The Venture Bros!, Mason snuggling under the covers with me, putting my cold feet on Jim's warm legs (sometimes I even warn him first :-D), my *fabulous* friends and family who make me grateful everyday. Mad props to my mom for fixing my Halloween costume! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;~Song I am loving this week: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsxsyZqmmlQ"&gt;A classic! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Happy Halloween everyone. Play safe and spread the love! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-2160531078655010667?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2160531078655010667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=2160531078655010667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/2160531078655010667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/2160531078655010667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/tilt-for-october-29-2009.html' title='TILT for October 29, 2009'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SunFZsoydwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3FUpg_xsdqA/s72-c/cookiecup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-2382116529790650923</id><published>2009-10-23T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:05:02.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TILT'/><title type='text'>TILT for October 22, 2009</title><content type='html'>Never too late to spread the love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This week I am loving road trips, apples and crazy adventures. These adventures would not be complete without partners in crime and I am loving them this week too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~U2. I have traveled halfway around the world to see them and they never disappoint. Bono is a crazy showman and The Edge is freakishly talented. I love his passion that shines through when you see him perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Halloween! I love my costume this year!&amp;nbsp; I love going to Halloween parties and seeing the creative stuff people come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I love my godbabies. I feel honored everyday that their mom and dad asked me to be their godmama and this week I was reminded how much they mean to me and that I would truly do anything for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I love my friends. They are beautiful and loving and support me more than I am even able to tell them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Song I'm loving this week. Well there are a few but I've had this one stuck in my head for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kyeT3essnw"&gt;Beautiful Day indeed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for TILTing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-2382116529790650923?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2382116529790650923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=2382116529790650923' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/2382116529790650923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/2382116529790650923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/tilt-for-october-22-2009.html' title='TILT for October 22, 2009'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-9087761362760209438</id><published>2009-10-15T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:15:07.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TILT'/><title type='text'>TILTed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/StdFBhHv-AI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-i1jRfiMOWo/s1600-h/barbie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;~Things I Love Thursday&amp;nbsp; for October 15 2009~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A graphic designers revenge on Barbie. Note the Chinese take out box and the cankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/StdFBhHv-AI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-i1jRfiMOWo/s1600-h/barbie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/StdFBhHv-AI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-i1jRfiMOWo/s320/barbie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hansen_Writing_Ball"&gt;The Hansen Writing ball!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invented by a DANE, bitches!! How cool is this thing??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://martiniinthemorning.com/"&gt;Martiniinthemorning.com&lt;/a&gt; and all the fabulous music they play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Song I am loving this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUCh207H-HQ"&gt;Nataly Dawns version of Joni Mitchel's River&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Who ever helped create/develop the Ventolin inhaler, a big wet kiss on the mouth for those guys this week. *wheeeeeeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cupcake jammies, snuggling under blankets at night and my delicious, delicious bed! Most of you know how I feel about my bed ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Celebrating the marriage of good friends. Congrats Dan and Amber!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My amazing, amazing friends who each bring something different and special to my life and who make me thankful for every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My sisters laugh. She's easier to make laugh than Chrissy (HA!) but making her laugh is truly one of my greatest joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, what, when, how are you loving this week?? Nevermind, maybe just the first two ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a minute, spread the love... we could all use a little more &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-9087761362760209438?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/9087761362760209438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=9087761362760209438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/9087761362760209438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/9087761362760209438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/tilted.html' title='TILTed'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/StdFBhHv-AI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-i1jRfiMOWo/s72-c/barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-6087515494553442645</id><published>2009-10-09T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:13:04.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TILT'/><title type='text'>TILTing to the max!</title><content type='html'>~Things I Love Thursday~ The day late/Anniversary edition =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my seventh TILT but my first TILT I posted outside of Facebook. I wanted it to look better and be easier to read and since I suck at teh html, I'll be posting them here instead from now on :-)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;For those new to me and my TILTing, I shamelessly stole it from &lt;a href="http://galadarling.com/"&gt;Gala Darling&lt;/a&gt; (who I adore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do this? Because we can all use a little more love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzQNaaZsh_8/SsT_F511dgI/AAAAAAAAYYQ/xQBkTgV5jLE/s400/tippex.jpg"&gt;~I'm loving this pic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 billion people in the world and some times all you need is one.&lt;br /&gt;So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am&amp;nbsp; loving my friend Laura. I admire her bravery and I love that she is making the world a little smaller and hopefully a little more understanding. Best of luck in DC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Shel Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;~The Quiet Man -my fave movie of all time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Advil, lots of it. I've been sick off and on all week so yeah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Song I'm loving this week: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0put0_a--Ng"&gt;Adele's version of Make You Feel My Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving this set of &lt;a href="http://www.webofentertainment.com/2009/10/100-vintage-wedding-photo-collection.html"&gt;vintage wedding photographs&lt;/a&gt;. If you look close you can see the future in their eyes, if you look closer you can see the past ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thursday just like every other Thursday and every other day, I am loving my husband. He and I have been married 14 years as of Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Its been one hell of a ride and I wouldn't change a second. He helped make and allowed me to become the woman I am today. Which has been one hell of a thing to live through, to be sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a minute, spread the love.&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-6087515494553442645?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6087515494553442645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=6087515494553442645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/6087515494553442645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/6087515494553442645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/tilting-to-max.html' title='TILTing to the max!'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-5318978062517523163</id><published>2009-05-25T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:00:54.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory...  repost from Memorial Day 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Day 10 of our trip found us waking up in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. It was Monday, April 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. Mondays are everything is closed days in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Most of the big museums are closed as well as many tourist attractions just because it's Monday. The next day was Labor Day which meant even fewer things were available for us.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;          One of the main reasons for us leaving the UK for Paris was a strong desire of Jim and Will and my dad to go to Normandie (no I'm not spelling it wrong that is how they spell it in France and seeing how its IN France I will spell it the way they do) and visit the &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_II_Normandy_American_Cemetery_and_Memorial" target="_self"&gt;American Cemetery&lt;/a&gt; there. &lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Arriving at the train station my sifa used her French to try to get us train tickets to Normandie. We learned that you cannot take a train to Normandie. You take a train to a town outside of Normandie called &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bayeux&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. So we purchased 6 tickets to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bayeux&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and boarded the train. I honestly cannot remember how long it took us to get there but we arrived in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bayeux&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; after midday I believe and I will always remember Normandie day as the day we didn't get to eat. We scored our free continental breakie from the hotel and that was it. More on that later.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There were several things about his excursion that struck me as odd. First of all, something as important as the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;American&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Cemetery&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is not as touristy as you might think. I appreciate the quiet respect the area has and the fact that you cannot purchase distasteful souvenirs but the cemetery is not what you would call an easy access tourist site. Its not a "Hello American, let us hold your hand all the way to the entrance" type of thing, at least not from the Bayeax train station anyway. They do offer some taxi tours or bus tours from there but it would do you well to learn a little French or bring an English to French dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;It is about a 30 minute 'bus adventure' from the train station to the cemetery itself. The people offering transportation tours to the site speak very limited English and accept cash only. Interesting that this important piece of history seems to be so untouched by capitalism for lack of a better phrase. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Between my sister and me, we were able to awkwardly purchase 6 tickets for the next bus leaving for the cemetery. For 6 of us we were given 3 tickets. One had to be punched 4 times and the other had to be punched 2 times and the 3rd one not at all. Then on the return trip, one of the tickets was punched 5 times while the other had to be punched once. WTF?? I still can't get my head around that one. I honestly think the bus driver was screwing with us, but the tickets were cheap, we were 6 of 12 people on the entire bus and we set off right away. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The town that surrounds the cemetery is called ST.-LAURENT-SUR-MER. It is a very quaint little place that is separated from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bayeux&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; by a few miles of windy narrow roads that you would expect in any small European city. This made the bus trip out there very exciting. There are lots of bends in the road that have large mirrors attached to the corner of the nearest building so you can see if a car is coming around or not- there simply isn't room for a car and a bus at the same time! The areas two big draws (aside from the cemetery) are the Omaha Beach Golf Course (oy) and camping. We saw 2 or 3 camp sites on the way to the cemetery. It is very pretty area and it isn't hard to imagine what it looked like back in the 1940's- it honestly looks like it hasn't been touched. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The second odd thing we noticed upon our arrival at the cemetery itself was that up until recently there seem to have been no public bathrooms at the site and it was simply a dirt and gravel free-for-all type of parking lot. They had recently completed the restrooms and paved and landscaped a new parking lot literally days before we arrived. I know that after Saving Private Ryan was completed, Tom Hanks &lt;a href="http://www.prnewswire.com/cgi-bin/stories.pl?ACCT=104&amp;amp;STORY=/www/story/02-05-2004/0002104046&amp;amp;EDATE" target="_self"&gt;went on a crusade&lt;/a&gt; to help preserve World War II history and some of the funds he raised were allocated to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;American&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Cemetery&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; so I am assuming that is why all of this is so recent. But doesn't it just boggle your mind that something as important as this seems to have been left alone for so long?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Currently the site has a single one room building at the entrance to the cemetery. Inside it you can pick up a single sheet, copy machine printed pamphlet in one of 5 languages that tells about the site. Or you can ask questions from a lady that sits at the desk. That's pretty much it. Soon there will be a visitor center and café that will be located next to the newly completed restrooms. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;As of right now, there is no place to eat or even purchase water. I am torn about this because A-we couldn't find anything to eat for about 11 hours,  when we did it was  &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/http://www.flickr.com/photos/71878606@N00/494065100/in/set-72157600205425796/" target="_self"&gt;vending machine snacks at the train station&lt;/a&gt; and water bottles we had carried with us and B-it would break my heart to go back there in 2 years and see some jack-hole selling white cross magnets along with $23 disposable cameras. Is it possible to have a non touristy tourist site? I honestly just wanted a sandwich for my diabetic hubby. &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/sympathetic.gif" /&gt; The all stainless steel potty was a nice bonus but we were really hungry. There are no places to eat near the site itself either. And when I say near I mean like within 4-5 miles. Oh, well when we go back there will be a beautiful cafe there, I'm sure.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The site itself  is very beautifully maintained. As much as it is represented that the French hate us- they are extremely grateful for our efforts during the war and the cemetery is pristine. I guess there are many local schools who take regular field trips just to place flowers on the grave sites. After leaving the lady in the small building you exit to your left toward the main entrance to the cemetery. You enter past a simple sign on the right.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 654px; height: 490px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/IMG_2086.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Yes, that's the least we can do. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;You enter down a row of trees &lt;img style="width: 708px; height: 531px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/IMG_2088.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;that open onto the &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/IMG_2089-1.jpg" target="_self"&gt;reflecting pool&lt;/a&gt; and you are drawn to the right where huge maps spell out the campaign &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/IMG_2094.jpg" target="_self"&gt;year&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/IMG_2095.jpg" target="_self"&gt;year&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/IMG_2096.jpg" target="_self"&gt;year&lt;/a&gt; in surreal details. All of the maps are on huge beautiful marble pieces with bright &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/IMG_2092.jpg" target="_self"&gt;enamel details&lt;/a&gt;. You can stare for hours and the enormity of it all simply stunts you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;You keep walking down toward the left and through the trees you see the ocean. &lt;img style="width: 752px; height: 564px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/IMG_2100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;You could be standing at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Newport&lt;/st1:city&gt; or &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Seal Beach&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; 60 years ago- very few people, some riding horses on the beach and you can see for miles and miles. Stunning? Yes. Strategic? Not for our side. You could have seen us coming 20 miles away on that stormy day. It was a poor choice and we dearly paid the price. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;After standing there as long as I could, I took some deep breaths and moved toward the endless sea of white crosses and &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/IMG_2117.jpg" target="_self"&gt;Stars of David&lt;/a&gt;. And they were endless. &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/IMG_2118.jpg" target="_self"&gt;Simply endless&lt;/a&gt;. You just kept walking and they just kept going. I tried not to look but you just have to. Each of them had names and regiments, death dates and states. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New Jersey&lt;/st1:state&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:state&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:state&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oregon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; on and on and on. Then you see &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/IMG_2108.jpg" target="_self"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and the tears simply won't stop. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;It's overwhelming to think just how many people died there in that very short period. Some towns don't have as many people as lost their lives on that beach. Most of the death dates were those few days in early June 1944 but some weren't until the fall of that year and some even later. I wondered about the exact circumstances of their deaths, where and how. As I walked passed each I couldn't help but think about those they left behind. &lt;img style="width: 726px; height: 544px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/IMG_2109.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;The life experiences they never got to have. They were so very young. Did they have wives and children? Did some of these men have children they never met? How many days until the parents found out their sons weren't coming home? The details of dying in war overwhelmed me and I am grateful to not have first hand knowledge.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;I also thought about how no battle in Iraq could ever or would ever compare to the bloodiness of that time back in 1944, but how the human element is so similar- The families who cannot be together for birthdays and holidays and the families who will never be whole again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I think of what incredible sacrifices were made and continue to be made daily. I wish I could make it all go away for those whose lives have been devastated by war. But life's not like that. There are those who rise up and see something beyond themselves, who make significant sacrifices everyday and those who make that one ultimate sacrifice for their country. &lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;So today with powerful memories of Normandie fresh in my mind, to them and all of those who made their sacrifices more recently, in a time where it seems less and less popular to do so and our society seems more and more self centered than country centered, I just wanted to say that you are remembered, today and always. And even though it hardly seems enough, thank you. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-5318978062517523163?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5318978062517523163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=5318978062517523163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/5318978062517523163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/5318978062517523163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-loving-memory-repost-from-memorial.html' title='In Loving Memory...  repost from Memorial Day 2007'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-1330918363231810550</id><published>2009-04-04T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:07:44.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strawberries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>The Audacity of Hope</title><content type='html'>For some reason I have been fantasizing about planting strawberries all winter long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfO8m5_8CI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TrqEYlYEo0o/s1600-h/IMG_3993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfO8m5_8CI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TrqEYlYEo0o/s400/IMG_3993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320949025392816162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today being a perfectly beautiful day I was inspired to go to&lt;a href="http://osh.com/Cultures/en-US?ft=true"&gt; OSH&lt;/a&gt; hoping to find some idiot proof strawberry planting kit that attracts gnomes or garden sprites who magically drop perfect plump red berries into my backyard just after twilight. Meh, no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered around a bit more and found this mosaic planter that I just fell in LOVE with!! Look!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/IMG_3995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 730px; height: 547px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/IMG_3995.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed it and a bag of potting mix (I'm pretty sure its the wrong one) and a 6 pack of strawberry plants.  Woot!&lt;br /&gt;The tag said they like drainage so I threw some rocks in the bottom of the planter. I really have NO CLUE what I'm doing it just seemed like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;So I pinched and ruffled the roots like Ive seen people do and stuck them in my new pretty planter with my potting mix and a few random rocks. Again,  this seemed like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;The planter fit three plants and I had three left. Hmmm Do I even own another pot?&lt;br /&gt;I went on a hunt and found three clay pots under my kitchen sink. Isn't that where you keep them?&lt;br /&gt;I brought them outside and hosed off any potential under sink crud they had on them and one of them started foaming like it was full of soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfULVjX6mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/z0dMUklmDgM/s1600-h/IMG_3998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfULVjX6mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/z0dMUklmDgM/s200/IMG_3998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320954775990692450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan after quite a bit of rinsing it was still foaming.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this could be potentially harmful to my little berry plant but knowing what I have done to plants in the past this could be seen as a kind of mercy killing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed forth and planted the rest of them in one pot each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfU-cNlWaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/waKtxc10EIo/s1600-h/IMG_3999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfU-cNlWaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/waKtxc10EIo/s320/IMG_3999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320955653951674786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look close you can see more damn bubbles!&lt;br /&gt;I bought the wrong soil, huh Nancy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my little babies set up on two tables where they will get loads of sun. That tag told me to do this and I will follow where ever tag leads me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfVlxXHGpI/AAAAAAAAAME/FL53HELDjXo/s1600-h/IMG_4001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfVlxXHGpI/AAAAAAAAAME/FL53HELDjXo/s400/IMG_4001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320956329643678354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this sticker on the table too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfV1AoFIiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QOCQVF7ZE6s/s1600-h/IMG_4000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfV1AoFIiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QOCQVF7ZE6s/s320/IMG_4000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320956591439421986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.57 cents with of plastic? Yeah there's a pretty safe bet I won't be trusting my ass on this, but thank's for the warning anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay! All done!! Look how sweet they look!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfWUjw2N6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/AE2oA02Gv9c/s1600-h/IMG_4003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfWUjw2N6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/AE2oA02Gv9c/s400/IMG_4003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320957133447378850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe I should have pulled my broom out of the shot. Its not very pretty but it gets me where I wanna go... bad dum bum I'll be here all week folks, try the veal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look really close in that clump of weeds on the right you can see Buddha peeking through. I believe our yard art can best be described as 'disturbing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfXBuOhAbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sH3PakkgwkE/s1600-h/IMG_4004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfXBuOhAbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sH3PakkgwkE/s320/IMG_4004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320957909350285746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our kitty that Jim accidentally shot in the eye with a paintball. He has promised to make him an eye patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that? It looks like he's sitting next to a microwave?&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense. Who would leave a microwave in their back yard like that? Pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah  Fingers crossed I don't kill these ones and hopefully there will be berries soon!!! I will post updates on their progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfaAcNMYXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/V206xaao0MM/s1600-h/IMG_4002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfaAcNMYXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/V206xaao0MM/s320/IMG_4002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320961185867915634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Spring everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-1330918363231810550?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1330918363231810550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=1330918363231810550' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/1330918363231810550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/1330918363231810550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/04/audacity-of-hope.html' title='The Audacity of Hope'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdfO8m5_8CI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TrqEYlYEo0o/s72-c/IMG_3993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-1732758007362171120</id><published>2009-03-30T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:33:38.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killarney Irish Oatmeal Bread (rolls)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdGc791IrkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tJ9eBbte2XI/s1600-h/IMG_3992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdGc791IrkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tJ9eBbte2XI/s400/IMG_3992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319205188924911170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cups water&lt;br /&gt;2 cups rolled oats&lt;br /&gt;2 TBSP molasses&lt;br /&gt;Cook this in saucepan over med heat 8-10 minutes- stirring occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transfer cooked oats to regular mixing bowl or bowl of electric mixer and let cool.&lt;br /&gt;Add 1/2 cup room temp milk and&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp active dry yeast&lt;br /&gt;Combine and let sit for 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdGadlgivrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/m30-jNC40Aw/s1600-h/IMG_3972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdGadlgivrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/m30-jNC40Aw/s320/IMG_3972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319202467976756914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add&lt;br /&gt;2 cups bread flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;2.5 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also need an additional 1/4 cup oats and some flour for sprinkling on the baking sheets.&lt;br /&gt;Mix by hand or with dough hook on electric mixer for 8-10 minutes or til dough is silky and resilient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transfer to lightly oiled bowl and cover with cling film. Let rise in warm place for 1.5 hrs or til doubled in size.&lt;br /&gt;Punch down and let rise another 30 min.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is after I punched it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdGbM-C8ojI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sR0nv_aEaXU/s1600-h/IMG_3976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdGbM-C8ojI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sR0nv_aEaXU/s320/IMG_3976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319203282017362482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point you will form them into 2 loaves or a dozen plus rolls and place them on baking sheets that have been sprayed with cooking spray and sprinkled generously with flour either AP or whole wheat or rye whatever you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made mine into 15- 2 oz rolls. You will then need to cover them with lightly oiled plastic and allow them another 30 minutes to rise before baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdGb30AmAdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PY0P5qDz-1M/s1600-h/IMG_3988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdGb30AmAdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PY0P5qDz-1M/s320/IMG_3988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319204018057511378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last rise you will spritz the tops of the rolls or loaves with water and sprinkle then press the oats into the the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdGcPgIiEvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DeVwCtJaoWA/s1600-h/IMG_3989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdGcPgIiEvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DeVwCtJaoWA/s320/IMG_3989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319204425038959346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as you are putting the bread into the over spritz the walls with water and shut the over door as quickly as possible. This will help make a nice chewy crust on your bread. mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rolls took about 20 minutes to cook. They will be lightly brown and they will sound hollow when you tap the bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdGcrTDr7sI/AAAAAAAAAKs/368GW8vgf44/s1600-h/IMG_3992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdGcrTDr7sI/AAAAAAAAAKs/368GW8vgf44/s320/IMG_3992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319204902565310146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-1732758007362171120?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1732758007362171120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=1732758007362171120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/1732758007362171120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/1732758007362171120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/03/killarney-irish-oatmeal-bread-rolls.html' title='Killarney Irish Oatmeal Bread (rolls)'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdGc791IrkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tJ9eBbte2XI/s72-c/IMG_3992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-6841750564067901700</id><published>2009-03-29T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:47:47.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tee&apos;s Treats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Recent Goodies</title><content type='html'>Tee's Treats is picking up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a white cake with caramel butter cream for a co-workers dad's birthday.  Cakes aren't really my thing but I can do them. Look! I did one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdBMwEsFJ2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/j-M8CIcvVew/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdBMwEsFJ2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/j-M8CIcvVew/s400/Imported+Photos+00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318835548700616546" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my tiny edge piping. Woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I had an order for my (and Smitten Kitchen's) now infamous Irish Car Bomb cupcakes for a friends 40th b-day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdBN1i0oBSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/aZ5WrA8ntlg/s1600-h/carbombcakes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdBN1i0oBSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/aZ5WrA8ntlg/s400/carbombcakes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318836742200493346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were a big hit and I LOVE these shamrock sprinkles my sister found for me on the King Arthur Flour website. These were super tasty and I made half of these with whiskey ganache at the request of the birthday girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-6841750564067901700?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6841750564067901700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=6841750564067901700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/6841750564067901700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/6841750564067901700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/03/recent-goodies.html' title='Recent Goodies'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SdBMwEsFJ2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/j-M8CIcvVew/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-3515058052350940862</id><published>2009-02-06T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:33:18.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I made...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2009/01/car-bomb-cupcakes"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do the whiskey ganache cause I'm a lazy ass, plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hopefully post pics soon but, again, I'm a lazy ass so there ya go.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checkin in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;A picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SY6Yr61ZPuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hPRpE-8rAI0/s1600-h/carbomb+cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SY6Yr61ZPuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hPRpE-8rAI0/s400/carbomb+cakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300341691756658402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-3515058052350940862?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3515058052350940862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=3515058052350940862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/3515058052350940862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/3515058052350940862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-made.html' title='So I made...'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SY6Yr61ZPuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hPRpE-8rAI0/s72-c/carbomb+cakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-7207007712496576975</id><published>2009-01-13T18:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:51:51.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you have done?</title><content type='html'>Our phone rang at 4:30 this morning. The caller ID said "Pay Phone" and seeing as how not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of Jim's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extra special&lt;/span&gt; relatives have kicked off, he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mans voice said "I want to report a girl is being sexually molested at such and such address El Camino Real... in Tustin."  I could hear him, he sounded serious but not urgent. Jim replied after a pause, "OK... uh..." and then the guy hung up.&lt;br /&gt;We sat there in silence for a few second. our fuzzy brains still trying to wake up and process what we had just heard. Was that real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me didn't believe him at all, sad that I'm such a cynic. I wondered if he was just making a simple prank call. But then my brain started to crank. He gave a very specific address, he obviously wanted to draw attention to something that was happening there at that moment. But was it really what he said? Was someone being victimized right at that moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain next thought, ok if I call my local police dept and tell them what I just heard, are they going to doubt me like I doubt the guy who called me? Where they going to do anything about something that may or may not be happening in a city 15 miles away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had made a call like that I would have been panicked and talking very fast, the man was very calm almost emotionless from what I could hear.&lt;br /&gt;After Jim's disbelieving and seemingly disinterested response he hung up, so I'm wondering if he realized he didn't reach the police department or whoever else he was trying to reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he try to call another police dept after that?&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell didn't he just call 911?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things rolled through my head over and over after he called and through the day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end ur cynic/tired sides won out and we did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you have done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-7207007712496576975?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7207007712496576975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=7207007712496576975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/7207007712496576975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/7207007712496576975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-would-you-have-done.html' title='What would you have done?'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-2343402439744997966</id><published>2008-12-02T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:10:06.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot cross buns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yeast breads'/><title type='text'>One a penny two a penny - Hot cross buns</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hot cross buns! Hot cross buns!&lt;br /&gt;One a penny two a penny - Hot cross buns&lt;br /&gt;If you have no daughters, give them to your sons&lt;br /&gt;One a penny two a penny - Hot cross buns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I had this damn rhyme in my head the WHOLE time I was making these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One perfect Hot Cross Bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/STX38p2d6UI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ecS1njk-G5g/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/STX38p2d6UI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ecS1njk-G5g/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275395159932922178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit of spice and a tiny drizzle of powdered sugar icing. MMM These are one of my dad's faves and I had a bit of free time over the turkey day weekend so I thought I'd whip up a batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the recipe from Recipe Zaar but of course I had to make a few modifications- for me and for dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ingredients&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;            2 (1/4 ounce) packages &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=62"&gt;active dry yeast&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/2 cup &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=459"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt; (110 to 115 degrees)     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1 cup warm &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=360"&gt;milk&lt;/a&gt; (, 110 to 115 degrees)     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/2 cup &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=139"&gt;sugar&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/4 cup &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=141"&gt;butter&lt;/a&gt; or      &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=421"&gt;margarine&lt;/a&gt;, softened     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1 teaspoon &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=350"&gt;vanilla extract&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1 teaspoon &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=359"&gt;salt&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/2 teaspoon &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=333"&gt;ground nutmeg&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 6 1/2-7 cups &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=64"&gt;all-purpose flour&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 4 &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=142"&gt;eggs&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/2 cup &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=236"&gt;dried currant&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/2 cup &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=57"&gt;raisins&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h4&gt;GLAZE AND ICING&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;      2 tablespoons &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=459"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1 &lt;a&gt;egg yolk&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1 cup &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=140"&gt;confectioners' sugar&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 4 teaspoons &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=360"&gt;milk&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/4 teaspoon &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=350"&gt;vanilla extract&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all- no nutmeg in the kitchen where I was baking so I used pumpkin pie spice. Which my mom was cool with since she hates nutmeg. How can you hate nutmeg? No idea, feel free to ask her.&lt;br /&gt;Second change was to blow off the currents and go 100% raisins, GOLDEN raisins. My dad is a golden raisin junkie. He was a good boy and left the box alone until I measured out what I needed =)&lt;br /&gt;Since I am a functional idiot I had the bread all oiled and resting before I realize I forgot to add the f&amp;amp;#ing eggs. So out of its nice warm oiled bowl to mix in those eggs- by hand of course. That was fun. I only added 3 of the 4 eggs cause I was over it! They came out just fine anyway.&lt;br /&gt; No other major changes but they did take a LONG time to rise for some reason. Maybe it was in protest to my disturbing its original rest period with the eggs? Who knows.  They did rise nicely and then their pretty little round and cut buns got a nice slathering of egg wash. I love the color a nice egg wash gives a bread, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/STX_Ocp8w6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Glri26_IVvs/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/STX_Ocp8w6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Glri26_IVvs/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275403162209797026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I forgot the one last change- to make the icing I used half n half instead of milk and extra vanilla and a squeeze of lemon juice.&lt;br /&gt;How could you not ADORE a baked good designed with custom icing grooves??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/STYBeLQUFiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LHJCQxGe-8E/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/STYBeLQUFiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LHJCQxGe-8E/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275405631440033314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is love, guys. Don't let anyone tell ya different. 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You know what I'm going to say.&lt;br /&gt; Despite the fact that I still distinctly remember being sad when Regan was voted into office the first time, this is the most important election in my life time. I hope I have a lot of years left, but I know this year will always be a BIGGIE no matter how long I live.&lt;br /&gt;   They are expecting record numbers which is GOOD. People should be excited to speak their minds EVERY election. But times are hard and this year we have more on our minds than ever. We want our voices to be heard loud and clear. We want to stand up and take our futures by the hand, to guide them in a better direction, for those who came before and those who will come after.&lt;br /&gt;I know no matter where you live, there are important decisions to be made that will effect how we live, will effect the reality our children will grow up in. Your voice matters, for us and for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will use my voice tomorrow to make my future better.&lt;br /&gt; Will you join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California polls open at 7am and close at 8. If you are in line by 8 you will still be allowed to vote. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-3189774433220362738?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3189774433220362738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=3189774433220362738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/3189774433220362738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/3189774433220362738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2008/11/dead-horse-im-beating-it.html' title='The dead horse, I’m beating it.'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-3311000118742308645</id><published>2008-11-03T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:01:21.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We vote tomorrow!!</title><content type='html'>Here is a 12 minute video that goes into detail dispelling any "truths"  that the Yes on 8 people are trying to spread via their website. Its good stuff guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="344" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jv1Oc5VDMyI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jv1Oc5VDMyI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stand with me tomorrow in defense of human rights.&lt;br /&gt;VOTE NO ON PROP 8!&lt;br /&gt; Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-3311000118742308645?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3311000118742308645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=3311000118742308645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/3311000118742308645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/3311000118742308645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-vote-tomorrow.html' title='We vote tomorrow!!'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-3652064600435989390</id><published>2008-10-21T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:58:42.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw my friend Laura today</title><content type='html'>She was sad and exhausted. One of her co-workers at the school passed away last week. Laura was making a nice poster with pictures and a few nice paragraphs about her co-workers life and work. She put it all together cause she wanted to do something. She is thoughtful like that and she is a person of action which explains her exhaustion. &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;         A little back story: This summer Laura married her partner of 10 years. The state made it legal for them to get married earlier this year and she and her partner Karla jumped at the opportunity. The ceremony was outside at a park and their families came together from all over the US to help them celebrate. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;        The speeches were sweet and loving, like you'd expect at any wedding reception but these had something different that I had never heard. They were filled with gratitude. Laura and Karla have been together over 10 years and were never able to get married before this year. They were GRATEFUL to finally be allowed to marry legally in California. Ironically the state had ordained Laura to PERFORM her own brothers wedding ceremony a handful of years ago, but she could not actually get married herself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;         Fast forward to today when I asked her what she had been up to lately. She said during the week I'm here (work) and all my nights and weekends I'm at rallies fighting for my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;        Fighting for her marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;         What she is referring to is &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vYmFsbG90cGVkaWEub3JnL3dpa2kvaW5kZXgucGhwP3RpdGxlPUNhbGlmb3JuaWFfUHJvcG9zaXRpb25fOF8lMjgyMDA4JTI5" target="_self"&gt;Prop 8&lt;/a&gt; that is going to be on the ballot here in Cali next month. This bill is practically sponsored by the Mormon church and basically it states (from the wiki site) "If it passes, it will add a new &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vYmFsbG90cGVkaWEub3JnL3dpa2kvaW5kZXgucGhwL0NvbnN0aXR1dGlvbmFsX2FtZW5kbWVudA=="&gt;constitutional amendment&lt;/a&gt; to the &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vYmFsbG90cGVkaWEub3JnL3dpa2kvaW5kZXgucGhwL0NhbGlmb3JuaWFfQ29uc3RpdHV0aW9u"&gt;California Constitution&lt;/a&gt; that will say "Only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California" and it will be known in law as the &lt;b&gt;California Marriage Protection Act". &lt;/b&gt;Apparently if the state allows the "gays to have their gay" it will some how cause every single Mormon marriage to dissolve and all of their children will spontaneously combust.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        &lt;/b&gt;Ya know, I thought conservative Republicans wanted less government involvement in our day to day lives? It seems to me that these fuckers not only want to be in my pink parts (abortion laws) but they want to be in peoples private homes and bedrooms as well. Lemme tell ya, you are most certainly not welcome in any of them. There is no place for you in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;        When I think about this I get so angry I can't drop enough F-bombs. I want to know HOW IN THE HELL does my two friends being married, having a houseful of rescued pets, sharing their holidays together and exchanging rings hurt these people? HOW? The TV ads claim that they will teach gay marriage in public schools if this legislation doesn't pass. I'm sorry, WHAT? First of all this wrongly implies that this is currently happening in schools and second, find me a public school teacher that would touch that subject with a 10 foot pole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;        The worst thing about ignorance is that it is so blindly hurtful and, well, ignorant. Can you imagine the state walking into your home and telling and your spouse that your marriage is no longer valid? I'm sorry, but all those commitments you made and promises you spoke? Sorry, but I'm afraid the government doesn't think you deserve that. But by all means, those one out of every two couples who take it for grated and &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmRpdm9yY2VtYWcuY29tL3N0YXRpc3RpY3Mvc3RhdHNVUy5zaHRtbA==" target="_self"&gt;throw it down the toilet every year&lt;/a&gt;, they are safe, thank God. Cause those marriages? They are sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; Needless to say I'm voting no on Prop 8 in two weeks. Join me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; 8. Is. Hate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Resources:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmxldGNhbGlmb3JuaWFyaW5nLm9yZy8=" target="_self"&gt;http://www.letcaliforniaring.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmhyYy5vcmcv" target="_self"&gt;http://www.hrc.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmNhbGlmb3JuaWFuc2FnYWluc3RoYXRlLmNvbS8=" target="_self"&gt;http://www.californiansagainsthate.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-3652064600435989390?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3652064600435989390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=3652064600435989390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/3652064600435989390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/3652064600435989390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-saw-my-friend-laura-today.html' title='I saw my friend Laura today'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-2001859596632300300</id><published>2008-10-01T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:44:41.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of Religion, anyone?</title><content type='html'>My lovely friend &lt;a href="http://redsorganizedchaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lore&lt;/a&gt; shared these links with me today. I was outraged at what human beings are capable of doing to other human beings and what gets carried out for the perceived good of our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Apparently a few weeks back, in time for the anniversary of 9/11 &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/erik-ose/pro-mccain-group-dumping_b_125969.html"&gt;a DVD was distributed&lt;/a&gt; free in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 70&lt;/span&gt; newspapers based in 14 swing states, Ohio and PA to name two. The DVD is titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obsession;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Radical Islam's War Against the West &lt;/em&gt;and it is basically anti Muslim propaganda. It appears to be available on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; if you can sit through it. Its filled with lots of bad TV show reenactments with white people over enunciating Arabic and taking the few educated talking heads out of context.&lt;br /&gt; While I understand there are extremists out there who really feel this way, they are not the majority and they are certainly not living the peaceful spiritual ideal most Muslim's strive for.&lt;br /&gt;The maker of this video, originally released in 2006, is a &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/secretmoney/2008/09/who_is_behind_the_radical_isla.html"&gt;registered non-profit&lt;/a&gt; who happened to have items on their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;webpage&lt;/span&gt; indicating they are backing John McCain for president which they have since taken down.&lt;br /&gt;    I am positive his camp has no knowledge of the groups actions but the fear mongering to gain votes truly disgusts me. Is your candidate qualified? Does he stand for what you believe? Excellent! Slap a sticker on your car, stick a sign in your front lawn and call it a day. Gaining votes through fear does not help our country and goes against what we stand for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Dayton Ohio, just 4 days after these DVDs were distributed there, a group of children whose parents were participating in evening prayers at a Mosque were pepper sprayed through a street level open window. The story is written about on &lt;a href="http://www.dailykos.com/story/2008/9/28/203016/697/536/613742"&gt;Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rodda's&lt;/span&gt; weblog.&lt;/a&gt; The story was picked up also by one Philadelphia area paper as well but that's it. Why was this not reported anywhere else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  The last link I have in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;trifecta&lt;/span&gt; of disgust is the one directly to the Dayton Daily News. The ONLY time the paper mentioned this horrific attack was when the police (in their UNBELIEVABLE  OVERSIGHT) deemed this attack on these children &lt;a href="http://www.daytondailynews.com/n/content/oh/story/news/local/2008/09/27/ddn092608evacweb.html?cxtype=rss&amp;amp;cxsvc=7&amp;amp;cxcat=16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT a hate crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Great detective work there, Lou.&lt;br /&gt;  What really makes me want to slap these rednecks in the face is the fact that these people are in America so they can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freely and safely&lt;/span&gt; practice their religion as they so choose. Do the words "Freedom of Religion" ring ANY bells at all?? Do you not see the flaw in your reasoning there? Last time I checked, America is for everyone,  not just the poor, white and ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I mean really, think about that. Not feeling safe at church, fearing for your life &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or the life of your children at church&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this, you are attending Sunday services, sitting in the pew with your spouse, reading along in the bible. Your children are down the hall making disciple puppets out of chunks of felt and Styrofoam balls when out of no where some guy hoses your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;childrens&lt;/span&gt; faces and the children of your fellow church goers with pepper spray through an open window. All you hear is the far away sounds of children  screaming and you have no idea what happened.&lt;br /&gt; You run down the hall, your eyes and throat starting to burn, you can't get to them fast enough with all the chaos. You finally reach them and they are still screaming and in terrible pain. After dealing with paramedics and police you go home and your child sleeps with you because they are too scared to sleep alone and you are too scared to let them. They lay next to you in the dark, sobbing all night.&lt;br /&gt; Sick isn't it? Would you feel comfortable going back there? What a desperate feeling to not feel at ease in your own house of worship...&lt;br /&gt;Just because you are a majority, doesn't make you any righter than the next guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some final thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;Honestly why was this story confined to only 2 news outlets? This outrages me almost as much as the suffering those families had to endure. I urge you to contact your local news outlets and ask why they never covered the incident at the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;If the paper that you receive your local news from is on that list at the &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/erik-ose/pro-mccain-group-dumping_b_125969.html"&gt;bottom of the article &lt;/a&gt;I also urge you to email your paper and ask why they chose to put that DVD in with the circulars.&lt;br /&gt;This will only take a few minutes Please, please don't let this hate crime get brushed under the rug. We all deserve to feel safe wherever we choose to pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-2001859596632300300?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2001859596632300300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=2001859596632300300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/2001859596632300300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/2001859596632300300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2008/10/freedom-of-religion-anyone.html' title='Freedom of Religion, anyone?'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-1944968635319812038</id><published>2008-08-24T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:38:21.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHEESE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread making'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yeast breads'/><title type='text'>Fontina and Black Pepper-Stuffed Crusty Loaves</title><content type='html'>Friday while I was ahem...working I happened upon a &lt;a href="http://pursuitforhohos.blogspot.com/"&gt;foodie blog&lt;/a&gt; that hilariously described a very yummy sounding and looking loaf of cheesy bread. Who can resist cheesy bread I ask you?? Not me, especially not 25 minutes before my lunch break.  The blog linked back to the original recipe on the &lt;a href="http://www.kingarthurflour.com/shop/RecipeDisplay?RID=32"&gt;King Arthur Flour website&lt;/a&gt;. Look at that picture! And they use the words "cheese" and "volcano" for Christ's sake! I am only HUMAN!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I picked up the goodies and got the starter going. I let it sit overnight and it looked like this when I woke up Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIfYDmVvkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dCTVrgBwSvw/s1600-h/IMG_3814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIfYDmVvkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dCTVrgBwSvw/s400/IMG_3814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283814728744514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added the rest of the ingredients to the starter.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda dry and looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIgz0R3j4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/3eb7CwzmsZs/s1600-h/IMG_3817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIgz0R3j4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/3eb7CwzmsZs/s400/IMG_3817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238285391164313474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kneaded it for 10 minutes til it was pretty smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIhOno2UZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JekOEaumyGY/s1600-h/IMG_3818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIhOno2UZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JekOEaumyGY/s400/IMG_3818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238285851627508114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kneaded by hand, people, Tee Tee doesn't own a mixer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I set it in an oiled bowl and let it proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIhxxtATSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KIX1JBthWuA/s1600-h/IMG_3819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIhxxtATSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KIX1JBthWuA/s400/IMG_3819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238286455624715554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first proofing took just under an hour even though the recipe said it might take up tot 2. But I do have a hot kitchen, or else it just knows I am impatient as most of the recipes I make at home never take as long to rise as the recipe says it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 50 minutes it looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIiGswFxqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8GfVcodWjNU/s1600-h/IMG_3824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIiGswFxqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8GfVcodWjNU/s400/IMG_3824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238286815072732834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to use a bowl with measurements on it so I can see exactly how much volume I've achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original recipe called for gruyere but the only cheese that looked good at my store was the Fontina so I used that instead. So I grated up 3 cups -yes, an extra half cup, don't judge me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIi3D8UDrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_wD_fpN0-Is/s1600-h/IMG_3822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIi3D8UDrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_wD_fpN0-Is/s400/IMG_3822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238287645931736754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed the dough out to the size of the sheet pan and sprinkled on the cheese (more like heaped) and decided that it needed some fresh ground black pepper too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIj4oETcnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-SjFe3sUm4M/s1600-h/IMG_3826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIj4oETcnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-SjFe3sUm4M/s400/IMG_3826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238288772320424562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rolled it up covered it and left it to rise again, easy peasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIkQHlfeuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AsMog45dr7w/s1600-h/IMG_3828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIkQHlfeuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AsMog45dr7w/s400/IMG_3828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238289175918115554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was nice and puffy I sliced it up  in to 5 boule-type loaves and set it on the baking sheets cheese side up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIkxhTaIII/AAAAAAAAAFs/6AWHDiHM5zU/s1600-h/IMG_3830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIkxhTaIII/AAAAAAAAAFs/6AWHDiHM5zU/s400/IMG_3830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238289749757272194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These beauties baked for about 35 minutes and came out looking like magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLImcN5ZoOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qL8kekCW0lo/s1600-h/IMG_3831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLImcN5ZoOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qL8kekCW0lo/s400/IMG_3831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291582793916642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For whatever reason Blogspot doesn't want to right my image. But you get the idea. They were tasty as hell but next time more black pepper and I MUST invest in some parchment paper cause I'm not sure my sheet trays will ever recover :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-1944968635319812038?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1944968635319812038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=1944968635319812038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/1944968635319812038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/1944968635319812038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/fontina-and-black-pepper-stuffed-crusty.html' title='Fontina and Black Pepper-Stuffed Crusty Loaves'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLIfYDmVvkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dCTVrgBwSvw/s72-c/IMG_3814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-2954587094321369202</id><published>2008-08-22T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:25:44.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ace of cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chef Duff'/><title type='text'>Cake Competition</title><content type='html'>This weekend I competed in a cake competition. I was asked to help one of my school mates who I have nicknamed 'the rockstar'. He is not quite 19 and he makes amazing cakes. He was pretty intimidated by the whole thing with good reason. These events are a  hell of a lot of pressure. We were given parameters and time limits and a theme of "America's Best" and we also had 48 hours notice. Holy. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SK-xu4frz1I/AAAAAAAAADg/y4n1HKQra6M/s1600-h/IMG_3750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SK-xu4frz1I/AAAAAAAAADg/y4n1HKQra6M/s320/IMG_3750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237600310652555090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will take this time to tell you the the other teams knew about this 6 months in advance and each team had made their cake at least 3 times. One team had made their cake 6 (!) times. We found out about this Tuesday night and decided to do it Wednesday. The first day of the contest was Friday.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday Ramon started making cakes, Thursday afternoon we loaded our equipment and cakes and fillings into the hotel and Thursday night we made our taster cake and a few of the pieces that we knew we were going to need. I made what seemed like a million pieces of corn and the most perfect pat of melty butter ever! =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SK-yIZXLryI/AAAAAAAAADo/tx3p5tOR6AI/s1600-h/cake+comp+closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SK-yIZXLryI/AAAAAAAAADo/tx3p5tOR6AI/s320/cake+comp+closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237600748971994914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday AM we finalized our design (mostly) and at noon we were off!  Only we weren't. The people who ran the show were so fuckin disorganized that we didn't get going until 12:30.&lt;br /&gt;They let us start an hour early on Saturday to make up for it, thank goodness. I think no matter how much planning and pre work you do, it always comes down to the wire. By the end of Friday all of our cakes were carved and crumb coated, our&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/2773105025_416bb9fa02.jpg?v=0"&gt; remote control &lt;/a&gt;and coke bottle were formed out of rice crispies. I felt really confident. But coming down to the last two hours I was panicking. I was painting everything as fast as I could while Ramon was putting together and putting the final royal icing touches on the coke bottle and the dinner box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to put the frame on the TV it turned out to be too small so I ran off to roll out another one. I was rolling a bit frantically when one of my chefs told me we had 15 minutes left. I looked over at Ramon who was writing on the coke bottle and our TV still wasn't painted.&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SK-zY_iObWI/AAAAAAAAADw/3zNPikUosKo/s1600-h/cake+comp+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SK-zY_iObWI/AAAAAAAAADw/3zNPikUosKo/s320/cake+comp+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237602133608394082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;immediately nauseous and had to fight off the urge to cry. To come all this way and not be&lt;br /&gt;able to finish! UGH!! In my head I said "fuck it" I am gonna keep rolling until they tell me to stop. Turns out we had 50 (!) minutes left. Thank God, we needed almost every second.&lt;br /&gt;I rolled out the frame, cut it to shape, then I painted the TV, all with a bit of panic in my heart but determined to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slapped the frame on the tv and it wasn't staying very well so we glued it with glucose and hoped for the best. We stuck it on the tray with a few minutes to spare. Sadly the frame started to sag so  -illegally, after time was up-we jabbed a few tooth pics in it to get it to stay. It kind of worked but I heard from one of the guys that we got judged down for it, no surprise really. Here is our entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SK-0hB29sPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ETDMfA3_e48/s1600-h/IMG_3787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SK-0hB29sPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ETDMfA3_e48/s400/IMG_3787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237603371182829810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we let out our breath, high-fived each other and got lots of hugs and back pats from our chefs. It felt amazing to have completed this (and done a kick ass job BTW) with ZERO notice and minimal planning. Then the really hard part began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We sat waiting for the judges to come and we waited... As we waited 3 of the cakes fell and two others started to fall. Handles fell off of the cake that would up being 3rd place, our frame slipped just a bit more, and we still waited. Our families had been ushered out into another area of the hotel and then were told to go home then they were told to stay and then told to go home again, by the same person! Can you say disorganized?&lt;br /&gt;All the contestants and chefs chatted nervously and consoled the teams whose cakes fell. And finally they came. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?um=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;q=duff%20goldman&amp;amp;ndsp=21&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=iw"&gt;Chef Duff&lt;/a&gt;, Christophe Bader (head pastry chef for the Hilton) and another Austrian chef.&lt;br /&gt; We watched them like hawks and chewed our nails as they studied our cakes. I've never been so stressed in my life. I mean I've been stressed; I've had 20 bucks a month for groceries and food, I've waited for test results when they thought my mom had cancer in her bladder, I've sat in the 'family room' at the hospital waiting for my dad to come out of heart surgery but this was stress that had to do with my personal performance- completely different kind of emotional pressure. Here is Duff and crew looking at our cake. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SK-xboT3RpI/AAAAAAAAADY/c_a-I-QWMhI/s1600-h/img190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SK-xboT3RpI/AAAAAAAAADY/c_a-I-QWMhI/s320/img190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237599979890493074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the foreground you can see the amazing burger and fries cake that was done by the other team from my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After what seemed like an eternity the cheesy announcer guy came on and said they were ready to announce the winners. At this point someone opened the doors and our families who were close to murdering the organizers poured back into the hall.&lt;br /&gt;The announcements were kind of a blur after they announced the&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3153/2773941202_03d4352222.jpg?v=0"&gt; luggage cake&lt;/a&gt; had taken third. That was one of the best ones in the room so we couldn't wait to hear who was 2nd and 1st! When they announced 2nd place there were a few seconds of confusion. Not sure if this was because they announced winners by our team numbers or if they were in as much disbelief as the rest of us were over &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2773966778_0fabcdc010.jpg?v=0"&gt;their cake&lt;/a&gt; placing 2nd. Then they announced the winner. The school from Vegas took it with &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/2773914276_387edc5229.jpg?v=0"&gt;their cake about...Vegas&lt;/a&gt;. It was cute and intricate and very showy-kinda like Vegas :)&lt;br /&gt;My issue with these cakes winning was the criteria we were given when we entered.&lt;br /&gt;Both cakes were too big according to the paperwork we were given and we were told that difficulty would be judged by carving. The 1st place cake had very minimal carving. It was also frustrating that we weren't told how our cakes were judged, what lost us points etc, we only heard rumors from some people who talked to one or two of the judges.&lt;br /&gt; This stuff made for kind of a weird night after all was said and done. We all went home in kind of a daze of physical and emotional exhaustion. The next day when we came back to clean up, we couldn't help but wonder exactly what the judges saw and what could we have done differently.    &lt;br /&gt;What took a while to break through the wall of sour grapes was how proud I was of our two teams. The strongest emotions are rarely pure, they are always mingled with several different emotions. In my case it was pride mixed with excitement and disappointment and a disbelief at the fact that only 3 days before this wasn't even a thought in my head. We worked our asses off, we had no time to plan, no time to think and hardly any time to breathe. We just jumped in and I think we were able to hold our own.&lt;br /&gt;I have to mention here that none of this would have happened if it wasn't for Ramon. This guy is an amazing talent and I was very honored that he chose me to compete with him. He came up with the design and did the carving, he also did all the finish painting and he stabilized our cake, which is BIG as the cakes that had been made 3-6 times before still fell over! And at some point in the middle of the night, the crazy lady running the show decided that our cakes needed to be moved from where the competition took place, to the middle of the food show. Turns out at 2am, hotel employees  aren't really careful about moving stuff. Each of the cakes that were still intact after the judging, collapsed or fell over during the move EXCEPT for our cake. It was still 95% intact the next day. Our tv screen sagged a bit and one of the apples fell off of our dessert but That. Was. It. Structurally it was still right as rain. This was another HUGE accomplishment in my eyes and one more reason why Ramon ROCKS. Here we are with our chef. She was very proud of us too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLBCUsUxE9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/rpRkYhL4x30/s1600-h/IMG_3799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SLBCUsUxE9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/rpRkYhL4x30/s400/IMG_3799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237759289894966226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a lot to read and if you're still here, I know that you really care :) This was a huge deal for me and I had to post a lot about it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who came out and supported us and gave us words of encouragement. It means more than I can say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-2954587094321369202?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2954587094321369202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=2954587094321369202' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/2954587094321369202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/2954587094321369202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/cake-competition.html' title='Cake Competition'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SK-xu4frz1I/AAAAAAAAADg/y4n1HKQra6M/s72-c/IMG_3750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-6833751867915323084</id><published>2008-08-03T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:27:24.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe for Chocolate Bread Pudding with Kaluha sauce</title><content type='html'>3 TBSP Butter&lt;br /&gt;1.25 LBS bread (French or Italian)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup choc chips (I used milk)&lt;br /&gt;3 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;4 cups whole milk&lt;br /&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 TBSP vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 heaping TBSP cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the butter in your 9x13 baking pan. I only used about 1/2 of the butter here and didn't have any major sticking issues.&lt;br /&gt;Cube the bread and set in the buttered pan. Sprinkle chocolate chips in with the cubed bread.&lt;br /&gt;Whisk eggs until frothy then whisk in milk, sugar, cocoa powder and vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;Pour the liquid over the bread and chips. Let this sit until absorbed about half an hour. Every few minutes use a spatula to press the bread into the liquid. Preheat your oven to 375. When the bread has absorbed all the liquid and is nice a squishy, bake at 375 for about an hour. Check on it after 45 minutes but it should be golden all over and the high points will look toasted. Let sit for a few minutes before cutting. This is best served warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kahlua Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Bread pudding is traditionally served with whiskey sauce but I wanted to make something that would taste really nice with the chocolate so I made my sauce with Kahlua instead. mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 stick of butter + 1 TBSP for the end&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 + cup Kahlua&lt;br /&gt;1 TBSP water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt the stick butter in sauce pan- reserving the last TBSP for the end.&lt;br /&gt;Add sugar and rest of ingredients but the egg and butter and cook til all the sugar is dissolved.&lt;br /&gt;Remove from the heat and whisk in the egg. Return it to medium heat and stirring gently bring it to a simmer until it thickens about 1 minute. Remove from heat and stir in last TBSP of butter to make your sauce nice and shiny.&lt;br /&gt;Serve immediately over the bread pudding or ice cream or waffles or just your tongue. Can sit at room temp for 8 hours and will last in the fridge about 3 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-6833751867915323084?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6833751867915323084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=6833751867915323084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/6833751867915323084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/6833751867915323084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/recipe-for-chocolate-bread-pudding-with.html' title='Recipe for Chocolate Bread Pudding with Kaluha sauce'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-622386535509617443</id><published>2008-07-27T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:00:33.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nom nom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread pudding'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Bread Pudding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1L06nKASI/AAAAAAAAACg/xIfKTiZbj1M/s1600-h/IMG_3738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1L06nKASI/AAAAAAAAACg/xIfKTiZbj1M/s320/IMG_3738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227918114905784610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had extra bread for a few weeks now. Trust me, I didn't make the stuff, there are enough preservatives to keep it tasting just as good today as the day it was bought, however good that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1II9pARHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1WWdjY31JTI/s1600-h/IMG_3715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1II9pARHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1WWdjY31JTI/s320/IMG_3715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227914061269714034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear, this will be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I've also had a bag of chocolate chips taunting me for a few days now, begging to be made into something yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally people put fruit, dried or otherwise in their bread puddings but I'm pretty sure I'm not breaking any ground here when I decided to work with what I had and make a chocolate bread pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a few modifications to the traditional New Orleans style BP in my Joy of Cooking book. Namely omitting the raisins and cinnamon. I also didn't "gently tuck the raisins in between the arranged slices of bread in my prepared pan". WHATever.&lt;br /&gt;I cut the bread in cubes sprinkled the chips and called it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1IozaZfFI/AAAAAAAAACY/n-Hx49csaIs/s1600-h/IMG_3720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1IozaZfFI/AAAAAAAAACY/n-Hx49csaIs/s320/IMG_3720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227914608279911506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be SOAKED with creamy, eggy goodness soon anyway and will be unrecognizable. And Martha Stuart I aint. Mostly cause I just used the word 'aint'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just happened to use organic brown eggs in this. Again I'm no Martha, they had a special at Costco. Plus that bitch has her own hens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1MdrTE0mI/AAAAAAAAACo/GPH9UM8drks/s1600-h/IMG_3716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1MdrTE0mI/AAAAAAAAACo/GPH9UM8drks/s320/IMG_3716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227918815169663586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other significant modification was the addition of one heaping tablespoon of cocoa powder which I added to the frothy milk and eggs with the sugar. It whisked in beautifully and it looked and smelled like very rich chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;My house smelled like I was making a chocolate cake. nom nom nom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it was baking I made my version of the whiskey sauce. I made mine with Kahlua. mmm Kahlua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1NLFq_R5I/AAAAAAAAACw/uUM35Wb0JSg/s1600-h/IMG_3729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1NLFq_R5I/AAAAAAAAACw/uUM35Wb0JSg/s320/IMG_3729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227919595343398802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahlua and some extra milk? Don't mind if I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1NmiY89DI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u0yJJa7eIMA/s1600-h/IMG_3731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1NmiY89DI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u0yJJa7eIMA/s320/IMG_3731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227920066908845106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sauce mixed up nicely, it smelled super boozy so I added a bit more butter and cooked it down for an extra minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1OGtHhWOI/AAAAAAAAADA/EJVEziEpHnQ/s1600-h/IMG_3735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1OGtHhWOI/AAAAAAAAADA/EJVEziEpHnQ/s320/IMG_3735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227920619544336610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1Pau7FkFI/AAAAAAAAADI/uMXw-rO4VQA/s1600-h/IMG_3737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1Pau7FkFI/AAAAAAAAADI/uMXw-rO4VQA/s320/IMG_3737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227922063138066514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished sauce, nice and thick and TASTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came out of the oven hot and gooey and puffy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1L06nKASI/AAAAAAAAACg/xIfKTiZbj1M/s1600-h/IMG_3738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1L06nKASI/AAAAAAAAACg/xIfKTiZbj1M/s320/IMG_3738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227918114905784610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1P_EC56dI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SYGuCc6Q7ks/s1600-h/IMG_3741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1P_EC56dI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SYGuCc6Q7ks/s400/IMG_3741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227922687283292626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      SOOOO Good! Its like an over moist chocolate cake with a few chips and the sauce turned out amazing. Let me know and I will post the recipe here as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-622386535509617443?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/622386535509617443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=622386535509617443' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/622386535509617443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/622386535509617443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2008/07/chocolate-bread-pudding.html' title='Chocolate Bread Pudding'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/SI1L06nKASI/AAAAAAAAACg/xIfKTiZbj1M/s72-c/IMG_3738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-7446274755913058550</id><published>2008-06-25T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:27:44.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Ordered Checks Lately?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I am a wasteful cow. I don't use the free checks from the bank. I get the cute ones off the internets or out of those ads you get with your junk mail. Yes, I feel its very important to express my personal style to those who enter my payment information at the Gas Company. YES! Express me checks, express me. Tell those data entry slaves JUST who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I got "pin-ups", many moons ago I had "moo cow" checks before that it was "happy faces". I am a very complicated person, just ask the Gas Co chick, she knows me thanks to those oh so expressive checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got an email reminding me it was time to reorder. HOW DID THEY KNOW? I pop on the website and two clicks later I am at  my shopping cart already filled with exactly what I ordered last time. SO thoughtful! But now pin-up girls no longer express who I truly am so I decided to browse the new designs. Have any of you done this recently? Good gravy!&lt;br /&gt; First of all I am not sure what kind of devil pact the check place has with Nashville but you can pretty much have any country stars face smiling up at you every time you write out that pesky check for your heart pills. If you are unable to pick just ONE country star, don't you worry your pretty little head! The check place came up with the "country music" check just for YOU!  Now everyone will know that your love of country music is very broad, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that same vein, if you are unable to select your fave vehicle from their list of TWENTY (I bet me being a devoted Chevy girl would just blow Ms. Gas Company's MIND! Whoo baby!), you can just go ahead and select the "hot rods" checks. Don't you worry, the Gas Lady will TOTALLY get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find every hobby from bowling to hunting, Xtreme sports to scrapbooking all right there. Don't forget those adorable country kittens and that oh so wacky Lucy! Who doesn't LOVE her?&lt;br /&gt;You can choose from a narrow variety of generic professions: hair stylist, teacher and nurse. There are checks that also vaguely imply a career. I am referring to the "Real Estate" checks as well as the "Medical" and "Law Enforcement" checks (for rent-a-cops? Mall police?). In this category see also "Good Hair Day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those random checks that are tailor made for those who just cannot commit to much of anything. "All polished" has 15 bottles of mauve nail polish, all the same color. Nothing more closely represents my life than 15 bottles of the exact same nail polish. But in all fairness I guess this could also fall into the implied career category. "Denim" is my hands down favorite this the non committal category. Appearing on these is the image of approximately 1/4th of a pocket from the ass of a pair of mom jeans. Where have these checks been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Have you met "Jillian'? I sure haven't but I know I want her on my checks!!! She's a vision in lavender, that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should purchase the Reese's or Hershey's kisses checks? Would the Gas Co lady pause and think, Oh that wacky lady, she likes chocolate just like me! Or would she read between the lines and see it as a tiny cry for help with my food addictions? Help me gas lady, you are the only one I can turn to. Thank God for these checks, I am finally able to express all the hurt inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wish the Gas lady knew my more spiritual side... Oh My God, there is a check for that! Mystic Maidens!!! Makes me feel more peaceful just saying that. Featured on these babies is a 97 foot tall Native American woman  blowing marigolds the size of Hummers from her softly cupped palms into the clouds.  Ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my love of fancy checks, I am a fairly practical person. The Christmas checks (any of the FOUR varieties they offer) simply do not jive with my brain. I get that you like the holidays. You like buying shit with holiday theme checks during the holiday season. Awesome. As long as I don't have to stand in the check out line behind you, we are golden. But why on Earth would you buy 400 Christmas checks?? When you order online there is a minimum order of 400! Thats FOUR HUNDRED Christmas checks. So useful the rest of the year! In July the Gas Lady will stop caring that you LOVE Christmas enough to order checks expressing this, she will just think you are an idiot for ordering an entire box of them. UNLESS you are on of those crazy fuckers who can move from book of checks to book of checks OUT OF NUMERICAL ORDER and be ok with that. In which case you are a sinner and all the Christmas checks in the world aren't going to save you from burning in hell as you very rightly deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go write the check place right now. I am going to tell them they MUST stop selling Christmas checks to prevent this out of order travesty and they need to make a check that better represents me. I want one with a girl hanging out of her car giving the finger, the next image needs to have a drunk girl passed out next to an empty booze bottle and a laptop. I also want a check representing a spray painted wall proclaiming "I hate people" and finally a check with bright red lettering on it that says "I HATE PAYING YOU PEOPLE MY HARD EARNED MONEY". Mostly for the IRS and the late fees at the video store.&lt;br /&gt;Who's with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-7446274755913058550?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7446274755913058550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=7446274755913058550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/7446274755913058550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/7446274755913058550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2008/06/ordered-checks-lately.html' title='Ordered Checks Lately?'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-923169055507205376</id><published>2008-03-28T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:36:43.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee shop'/><title type='text'>End of an era</title><content type='html'>Or at least a really nice year.&lt;br /&gt;Our coffee shop is closing. We go there so often we call it the Winchester.&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t get the reference go rent &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0365748/" target="_self"&gt;Shaun of the Dead&lt;/a&gt;. You’ll thank me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually called Coffee Plantation but the name isn’t all that important, is it? Its the place that matters, who and what is inside, not a sign over the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Winchester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went today. I go on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;English Breakfast tea, 3 Splendas with room for cream and a bran muffin. They know. Shawn and Dana. They hand me them without asking. Get my tea going when I walk in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best cup of tea in town.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of really nice year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless quiet Sunday breakfasts.&lt;br /&gt;English Breakfast tea, 3 Splendas with room for cream and a bran muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t see any family on Easter Sunday. At all.&lt;br /&gt;We hung out at the Winchester with our coffee shop peeps. It’s a Sunday ritual, kinda like church, or as close as I will probably ever get again.&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing, hear some new music. Get a different perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign of the times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our video store closed last week.  Small businesses are hurting.&lt;br /&gt;At least our Hi-Fi Video outlasted the Hollywood Video up the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And tomorrow it will be something really depressing...like a Baby Gap..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have walked in and our video store guy was playing his guitar. He played in a band, just like our coffee shop guy.&lt;br /&gt;Well our coffee chop guy &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/stanleylucasrevolution" target="_self"&gt;IS a band&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will probably never see an employee of Hollywood Video playing guitar while at work.&lt;br /&gt;Small businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many will survive these next 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;How many will try to open?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living the American Dream...even if it doesn’t work you can be free to attempt it. Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of a good cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;The American Dream... which seems only meaningful to immigrants anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Video store guy came here from Vietnam, the owners of the coffee shop are from Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we taking it for granted? Of course we are.&lt;br /&gt;Its what we do as Americans, its part of our culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eating my muffin very slowly and savoring my tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my coffee shop guy a hug this morning. Told him we were going to miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign of the times.&lt;br /&gt;End of a pretty good year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-923169055507205376?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/923169055507205376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=923169055507205376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/923169055507205376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/923169055507205376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2008/03/end-of-era.html' title='End of an era'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-5595231977248158636</id><published>2008-03-22T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:26:45.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peanut butter'/><title type='text'>Cupcakes and a blog in one day?</title><content type='html'>Turns out, its not possible. Not with a raging migraine anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of cupcakes and a blog I had cupcakes and a bitch of a throbbing headache yesterday. But getting back to those cupcakes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Peanut Butter Cup cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chocolate cupcake recipe from &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Easy-Chocolate-Cupcakes/Detail.aspx"&gt;allrecipes.com&lt;/a&gt; and made a few tweaks so that they would bake evenly with the pb cup stuck inside. I also wanted the pb cup to maintain its integrity during the baking process so I refrigerated them until just before covering them with batter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason the butter (which was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; room temp) refused to cream no matter how much I beat it with my mixer (or my bare hands) it just pilled up. grrr So I had bits of it in the batter and it came out and leaked all over. When I pulled out the cupcakes they were literally dripping with butter and there was a pool of butter in each of the muffin cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cupcakes had good texture and flavor and despite the butter making a run for the border, they were plenty moist. They didn't rise a whole lot and they were pretty dense but I think the damp winter season was too much for my can of baking powder  so I will be picking up a new one of those before I make anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R-bmPXVitII/AAAAAAAAAAw/k-lOYmIN0os/s1600-h/064+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R-bmPXVitII/AAAAAAAAAAw/k-lOYmIN0os/s320/064+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181081572973130882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look good enough to eat, huh? And don't forget the surprise inside =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naked&lt;/span&gt; cupcake! What would the neighbors say??&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Fluffy-Peanut-Butter-Frosting/Detail.aspx?pos=5"&gt;allrecipes.com&lt;/a&gt; for a peanut butter frosting that would compliment the pb cup. Having been burned by no-cook powdered sugar frostings before I was cautious but I also had two boxes of C&amp;amp;H icing sugar I wanted to use up so I went for it. Instead of 2 full cups of powdered sugar I used 1 and 1/4 cups so the peanut butter taste would be the first and last thing you could taste, not the powdered sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Fluffy-Peanut-Butter-Frosting/Reviews.aspx"&gt;bitched&lt;/a&gt; that this version of PB frosting was too stiff to spread but I had zero issues with it and it was, indeed, fluffy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I was excited to load up my pastry bag with a plain tip and pipe it on! Sadly the end result wasn't quite what I had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R-bo7HVitJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4z_gbo_HrWc/s1600-h/066+-+Copy+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R-bo7HVitJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4z_gbo_HrWc/s320/066+-+Copy+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181084523615663250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, chocolate cupcakes with turd frosting? Tee, you shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, lets try something else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R-bq6nVitLI/AAAAAAAAABI/BXt4DldplfU/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R-bq6nVitLI/AAAAAAAAABI/BXt4DldplfU/s320/068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181086714048984242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thank goodness for offset spatulas! No more poo-cakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I finished them off with some chopped peanut butter cups. I like to garnish to give people a hint of whats inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R-br2nVitMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/i4YgLPcE-e4/s1600-h/074+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R-br2nVitMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/i4YgLPcE-e4/s400/074+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181087744841135298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For plating I piped some of the extra frosting onto a few PB cups with a star tip, cause I'm fancy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R-bsJHVitNI/AAAAAAAAABY/fdO-SKz42CM/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R-bsJHVitNI/AAAAAAAAABY/fdO-SKz42CM/s400/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181088062668715218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   They tasted pretty good but I am too hard on my baking to be anykind of a judge.&lt;br /&gt;   The almond extract in the cake recipe was a bit overwhelming and it clashed with a peanut butter. If I make these again I will omit the almond extract and just add more vanilla.   &lt;br /&gt;   This recipe would be perfect for making a chocolate cake with a cherry filling and chocolate ganache topping as that would compliment the fruit perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But I would make these again, with more tweaking, of course. I just can't help myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-5595231977248158636?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5595231977248158636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=5595231977248158636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/5595231977248158636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/5595231977248158636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2008/03/cupcakes-and-blog-in-one-day.html' title='Cupcakes and a blog in one day?'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R-bmPXVitII/AAAAAAAAAAw/k-lOYmIN0os/s72-c/064+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-1445882752441482712</id><published>2008-01-27T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:38:44.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ralph's, what are you trying to say?</title><content type='html'>According to stickers plastered all over food products at my local grocery, Great Meals Start At Ralph's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R50ajL0KhKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yTrLyc-DKso/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R50ajL0KhKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yTrLyc-DKso/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160309939805783202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over capitalization aside, I can see their point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    While bright orange circles with crap grammar are not my particular cup of marketing tea, I appreciate the inexpensive and eye catching style that Ralph's has chosen to use to appeal to the everyman that shops there. Great Meals Start At Ralph's. It makes sense, purchase ingredients there, use them to make a great meal. Be it the beginning to a simple picnic or a fairly complex holiday meal, it can all be purchased from Ralph's, cause Great Meals Start There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I get marketing, I really do. I love marketing. I am a complete packaging whore and will buy pretty much anything in a purple bottle, box or can. I love when companies re-brand themselves. I love to look at the styles of print and colors and try to figure out who they are, or are attempting to, sell to and what image they are trying to put forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Sadly sometimes marketing confuses me. I am not stupid but sometimes the marketing simply  doesn't fit the product. But haven't we all seen commercials that don't make sens,? ones that may be mildly entertaining but have nothing at all to do with what they are trying to sell? I read in a business journal once that this was a recent rend in marketing; attempting to market products with a weird ad just to confuse the consumer. The thinking behind this was that if a person was confused about an ad they saw, at least they would be thinking about it, or even better, discussing it with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    While its possible that some test audiences were polled and a very expensive marketing account was involved with those Orange Stickers, I don't think they were exactly clear to their store lackeys as to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; to put the stickers exactly.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;       Recently my roomie went to Ralph's to pick up on some staples. He inadvertently brought home The Magic Marketing Sticker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R50g9L0KhLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4HoVEy1Ff2s/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R50g9L0KhLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4HoVEy1Ff2s/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160316983552148658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Pardon me, but I don't like to think about what goes into my Great Meals when I am using my Quilted Northern. And really I don't think the marketing team behind the Ralph's grocery stores really wanted  those things associated in my head either.&lt;br /&gt;     Great Meals Start At Ralph's and apparently somebody at Ralph's wants us to know that Ralph's is there for us when our Great Meals come to their Very End too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-1445882752441482712?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1445882752441482712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=1445882752441482712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/1445882752441482712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/1445882752441482712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2008/01/ralphs-what-are-you-trying-to-say.html' title='Ralph&apos;s, what are you trying to say?'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R50ajL0KhKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yTrLyc-DKso/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-641976277119734821</id><published>2008-01-22T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:33:00.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irvine Farmers Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I took a trip to Irvine to the Farmers market at UCI.&lt;br /&gt;Not too many of the varieties of fruits and veggies, really surprised me. What did strike me is how truly lucky we are to live in southern California.  Here it is, the middle of January and I was outside in shirt sleeves on a gorgeous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in So Cal we have access to fairly good quality produce year round.  Although those artichokes and tomatoes looked a bit shady ;) I think I'll wait a few more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irvine has a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orange_County%2C_California"&gt;significant&lt;/a&gt; Asian population and there were lots of varieties of Asian produce. The one I had never seen before was a variety of broccoli that was in loose leaf bunches and had these tiny bright yellow flowers on the ends. Of course my picture of those didn't come out. At a different table full of Asian produce there were these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 281px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were not labeled.  Right next to the mystery produce were these. These were marked Bok Choy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further down the same table they had these cool. purple yams. I had heard of these but never seen them in raw form like this. They had sliced one open so you could see the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/SharkfinSquash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/SharkfinSquash.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right next to the purple yams were these beautiful sharkfin squash. They looked like winter melons to me but I am going to take the word of the vendor.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting behind the bin of fresh ginger there in the background they had a HUGE melon/squash. You can't really tell from the pic but this melon was more than three feet long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/WinterMelon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/WinterMelon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                             It was massive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What did strike me was that there were lots of people selling lots of non-food items. One lady was selling jewelry and another was selling hand made bedroom slippers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There were people selling local honey and tamales from Carlsbad. Also two tables selling home made breads and a few varieties of baked goods. This surprised me and I had to go look. Many of the breads were in plastic bags filled with condensation. I'm sure the general public would be excited to see this, but the baker in me just thought "Ick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a dozen vendors were all grouped at one end selling fresh flowers and plants and small trees.  Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q33/moonupabove/006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So what I took most from this is that I am spoiled to live here and I have been exposed to most of these types of produce all of my life and we are very lucky to be able to get most of it year round. I can't wait to go back in a few weeks ansee what new items they have to offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-641976277119734821?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/641976277119734821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=641976277119734821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/641976277119734821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/641976277119734821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2008/01/irvine-farmers-market.html' title='Irvine Farmers Market'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-1126905453005156342</id><published>2008-01-22T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:38:03.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pro Choice'/><title type='text'>Blog for Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.prochoiceamerica.org/choice-action-center/bfc08-home.html?wt.mc_id=bfc08_taf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.prochoiceamerica.org/assets/graphics/bfc_day_button_200.jpg" alt="Blog for Choice Day" width="200" height="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 35th anniversary of  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roe_v._WadeHistory_of_case" target="_self"&gt;Roe V Wade&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; From wiki: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to the Roe decision, most laws against abortion in the United States violated a constitutional right to privacy under the Due Process Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They were right 35 years ago and they are still right today. It should be my choice to have a baby or not. People who do not know me or my circumstances should have no say in what I should do if I become pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;     My friend Angela made a great point this morning in her blog. She wrote that being pro choice does not mean you are pro abortion. I personally do not believe in using abortion as a form of birth control, although I have known someone who did. In my head I see those right to lifers screaming about saving all of the unborn, but honestly, would you rather she be able to keep getting pregnant over and over and that the governement should force her to have all of those children? Do you think someone whose heart has been so hardened by the life they have lived that forcing a child into their lives would improve the quality of it? What about the child's quality of life?&lt;br /&gt;   I remember reading a letter-to-the-editor in one of my teen magazines probably 20 years ago now. It was from a 19 year old girl. In it she wrote that she wished her mother had aborted her. Think about that. She truly wished she had never been born. She wasn't just having a bad day or a bad week. She had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; known happiness, or love.&lt;br /&gt;   Her mother gave birth to her in a bathroom and had stuck her in a trash bag and threw her away. She wrote 'unfortunately' someone found her. She was rejected by her mother, bounced from grandparents who openly told her she was unwanted into foster care system which felt no need to make her feel loved, just give her the basics of food, clothes and shelter. She was now out of the system attempting to piece together a life from nothing. She had never been loved or wanted or cared for in any meaningful way. She thought of suicide daily.&lt;br /&gt;   I think about her often, especially when Roe v Wade is being threatened. She is surely not the only person to be raised as unwanted, to be living a half a life in our good Christian society.&lt;br /&gt;  So to those who came before me who had the emotional fortitude to forge a new trail all those years ago, to those who fought for my right to choose, I will be forever grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-1126905453005156342?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1126905453005156342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=1126905453005156342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/1126905453005156342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/1126905453005156342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-for-choice.html' title='Blog for Choice'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797617823697049778.post-1690909783723390543</id><published>2007-10-31T09:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:57:55.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it</title><content type='html'>Thank God. How would you ever have survived without me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797617823697049778-1690909783723390543?l=redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1690909783723390543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797617823697049778&amp;postID=1690909783723390543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/1690909783723390543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797617823697049778/posts/default/1690909783723390543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadedtroublemaker.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-made-it.html' title='I made it'/><author><name>Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476979115225379585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGIiknMTGyk/R6QJsL0KhNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8v2sX-z024o/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
