14 Jan 2019
by wifemothereventplanner
in Cooking!
Tags: baking, cake, Chocolate, Entertainment, food, home, humor, Life, Photo, Photography, relationships, The Bachelor, tv, Women, work
Ok let’s just say today wasn’t the winningest day I’ve ever had. The theme for my day would be, “two steps forward, three steps back”. Or is it,”three steps forward, two back”? You know what I mean.
Things that were done got undone. Technology was not my friend today. I went to go pick-up dry cleaning that I never dropped off. True story.
Anyway – not my day.
It was time for chocolate cake and tv.
But because this is opposite of good day – I didn’t even get this right.
The cake looks good in that pic, because I FaceTuned it. What is that you ask? New favorite app. Spend the $3.99. Treat yo self. As I was saying, the cake looks good but it was just ok. Not that I expected anything else from it. It’s a boxed, aisle cake. I wish it no ill will. It was a sad attempt at saving my day.
And the tv… I know I know. I should have known better. Even with my low-brow tv habits I haven’t succumbed to The Bachelor (ok I watched season 1-3 but those weren’t bad). But there’s been so much chatter about it that I gave in. It was a weak night.
Oh god was it bad. Like so bad I am shook people aren’t talking about how bad it is.
The premise is interesting. He’s a virgin. There’s a house full of vipers after him. It could be so bad it’s good, but it’s so bad that it’s sad. Weird and uncomfortable. Perfect for my day.
I’m just going to bed. We can try this all again tomorrow.
05 Jan 2019
by wifemothereventplanner
in I need to tell you about this right now
Tags: cake, Family, health, humor, ikea, Instagram. shopping, Life, Photo, Photography, transportation, travel, Vacation
I love this bag. I think you would love this bag too. This bag has been in our lives for a long time. It’s come to the beach. It’s moved homes. It’s taken dirty clothes to the laundromat and donated clothes to the shelter (this is a double edged sword. I feel good about donating clothes, then I feel bad for asking for my bag back. Oh well).
This bag cost 40 cents when I first started using it, then 99 cents. Then they reinvented it and asked $5.99 for it (they added a zipper). Then there was a revolt and the 99 cent version came back. All was well in the world.
In my opinion..this bag is as useful as my iPhone. Yes. Yes it is. Stop shaking you head. And it’s healthier for me too. I don’t stare at it for hours a day. It may even be better than Instagram…maybe that’s going to far.
This bag has gone camping, been muddy, been wet. This bag has hauled blankets and pillows and towels. There’s almost nothing it can’t do.
And the handles. The handles! Two to choose from. One short. One long enough to put over your shoulder.
IKEA has given us lots of wonderful things. Beds for $20, shelves in 1,000 pieces, meatballs definitely not made of horse meat. But this bag takes the cake. The Swedish cake.
28 Dec 2015
by wifemothereventplanner
in Cooking!
Tags: Bake, Baker, Bakery, baking, cake, cooking, Fail, Family, German, humor, Kitchen, Life, love, NYC, Photo, Photography
Not that I’m comparing myself to the caped wonder. I’m not super at all. And I would never wear blue tights.
My husband used to work in a bakery all throughout high school. He worked for a wonderful baker whose family has owned a German bakery in NYC for over a 100 years (it’s still there – everyone check out Glaser’s on the Upper East Side!). That lovely baker is my daughter’s godfather and one of our closest friends.
In college he let me work at the bakery to make some extra money. Early in our marriage we lived in an apartement right above that bakery, and I’ve never met anyone who likes cake more than me! So why for the love of all the sugar gods can’t I bake? And please, save me all your advice. Yes, I know baking is a science. I know I can’t “wing” ingredients. Oh, you bake all the time do you? It’s easier than cooking you say? Well in the words of Christian Bale when he had the meltdown on camera…”GOOD FOR YOU!”. Bake yourself a cookie and eat it why don’t you. Sorry. I’m just covered in sugar and failure. I’ll be nicer tomorrow.
Here’s my latest crumby attempt. Literally. No, this isn’t the crumb layer. This is the final product. Oh I’ll still eat it. I’m not nuts. But I am done with baking for good! Done I tell you! Done!
04 Nov 2015
by wifemothereventplanner
in I need to tell you about this right now
Tags: Birthdays, Book Club, Books, cake, children, College, ehtnic food, Fall, Father, food, Friendship, Homeland, Kids, Mother, Movies, November, October, relationships, September, tv, winter, Women
It’s November. Did you know that? I kinda knew that but it didn’t sink in until about two hours ago. It’s 2am. I’m up. I went to bed at 10pm after we caught up on Homeland (Carrie is off her meds and its super fun!) About an hour later I woke up and haven’t been able to sleep. My mind is reeling. October is over. But it feels like late September. It’s sunny and not too cool (actually right now it’s pitch black and nippy out but you get my point). The Fall foliage is in Technicolor – no filters needed. I can’t believe I’m talking about foliage at 2am. Correction – 2:10am.
Here’s everything that’s happened in the last few weeks non sequitur:
- We kicked-off college visits with my baby girl and I’m sad/happy/excited/scared/jealous/weepy for her. Who will be my partner in crime for all foods ethnic? Definitely not her father and brother, their idea of ethnic food is salsa. Who will tell me about cool new music and make me feel like I’m in the know? I know what you’re thinking. All these things are about me. But she’s about me. She’s mine. I’m not ready to let the world have her yet. The world isn’t good enough. I wish she could experience all those amazing things that are around the corner for her, but still come home every night and sleep in her bed. So now I cry randomly when I’m alone thinking about dropping her off at school. Good times.
- I’m obsessed with Project Greenlight. Matt Damon and Ben Affleck were supposed to be the most interesting thing about this show – and yet they are the least. Effy, the valley-girl-dreadlocked-feminist producer who lives to drive newbie director Jason crazy with her control issues is what’s interesting. The fact that Jason looks like a real life version of Jack Skellington from A Nightmare Before Christmas is just a bonus. Watch it watch it!!
- Babes with Books is still going strong! In fact, it’s my turn to host book club next week and I’m excited to see the ladies. We picked Me Before You. Have you read it? Did you love it? I read it in one day. Couldn’t put it down. It could have been a predictable story but it wasn’t – even the parts that you can predict are slightly twisted. Read it read it!!
- We hosted 8 birthdays in one day. 8. Birthdays. Efficient and crazy. That’s how we roll. See birthday cake as proof!
- My baby boy was one of those birthdays. He’s 12 now. 12 years ago I woke up at 4am and hightailed it up to Vassar Brother’s Hospital in Poughkeepsie, NY. 12 years ago I brought home this little, strong-willed, creative, smart, kind boy who makes me laugh every day (when he’s not driving me crazy). 12 years flew by like 12 minutes. See his picture below – at 9am, eating a hot dog and drinking an Icee on what he called his “cheat day”. I don’t even know what that means. But I’ll play along. Forever.
- Fall in our town is my jam. One of our very good friends is a gifted photographer and generously shares amazing shots. Marcello you are the best! I posted some of my favorites below.
- So….Halloween down. 8 birthdays down. 1st college visit down. Bring on November! Or continue on with November!
04 Aug 2014
by wifemothereventplanner
in Cooking!
Tags: baking, Birthday, cake, carrot cake, food, Photo, Photography, Recipe
A couple of years ago I was gifted a fantastic cookbook called “Flour”. It is based on a bakery in Boston called Flour Bakery (duh). I love this book. I’ve made many of the recipes. I even went and found the bakery in Boston. Like all pilgrimages, there was a little bit of let-down (what? you aren’t impressed that I have your cookbook and love it? I’m not the first person to come in and want to chat about it?) – but in the end I felt validated. Croissants have a way of validating me.
My two go-to recipes are the banana bread and the carrot cake.
My two biggest fails from the book are the granola bar cookies and the chocolate almond dacquoise. That’s another story.
I made the carrot cake this weekend. Try it. People will hug you for it.
As always – here’s the recipe and the visual. You know I like pictures.
Notice I added raisins. My man likes raisins. What can I say.
Sift the flour, baking soda and powder, salt and cinnamon. My “sifter” is a strainer that I warped in the dish washer. Just an fyi.
Cream the oil, sugar and eggs.
Add your carrots. Please don’t use the pre-shredded ones. They are covered in some sort of nuclear coating so they don’t stick together. But that coating also make it impossible for them to soften in the cake. So go old school and shred by hand.
Add vanilla. This is a homemade bottle my little bitty sister gave me a while ago. I keep adding store bought vanilla and trying to extend the life. Poor me. If only SOMEONE would make me more. Anyhoo.
Add raisins if you want to or if you’re maritally committed to.
Combine the dry and wet ingredients.
Divide amongst your pans. If you are are suspicious of non-stick pans like I am – add some non-stick spray. Otherwise, be normal and healthy and skip this step. Bake at 350 for 45 minutes .
I forgot to add pecans to the ingredients photo. So sorry. These very very important. Toast a cup and let cool.
Then using a highly evolved Ziploc bag/bottom of a plastic bowl method – pound them into pieces.
Make the frosting by creaming butter, powdered sugar, vanilla (poor poor me) and cream cheese together in an empty kitchen, better to do multiple tastings.
Frost between layers and frost. You only have to make the top look pretty.
Take the pecans and use them like Spanx all around the cake. They push and tuck all the unruly bits into place. You have a tight, toned and together cake.
Refrigerate for an hour before serving and then sit back and accept all the love.
18 Nov 2012
by wifemothereventplanner
in I need to tell you about this right now
Tags: Baby, baby food, Birthday, cake, Childbirth, Daughter, Family, humor, kiddies, Life, Manhattan, parenting, Photography, Scorpio, skin tone, Taxi, transportation, upper east side
I’m a Gemini mom married to a Cancer dad livin’ in a Scorpio world with my two kiddies. My oldest, my goldest, turned 14 today. Gulp. I know she doesn’t want me to post about her, but I have to. It’s a blogging law.
So in 1998, at 5am ish I woke my hubby up. He was sleeping on the couch because we’d had a fight and I needed the entire queen mattress to myself to get over it…..we walked down our railroad apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan (passing uncle Larry as he was about to walk Gracie). We hailed a cab and headed to Lenox Hill Hospital – about 10 blocks South of us. My water broke in the cab but the driver had us there in 5 minutes (we tipped big for the clean up!).
She was born shortly after, the first grandkid for both our families. There have been lots of great moments in between, each worthy of its own post. Like when she was a few months old and I fell asleep feeding her on the couch and dropped her, or when she ate so much cake at her 1st birthday party that she passed out from the sugar high, or when everyone told me she was turning yellow from all the baby food and I told them it was just her skin tone. Good times.
Smart, Beautiful, Funny, and most importantly ours!
25 Oct 2012
by wifemothereventplanner
in I need to tell you about this right now
Tags: Baby, Birth, Birthday, cake, Family, food, home, humor, Ice Cream, Life, little pumpkin, Photography
On October 25, 2003, I had planned on waking up and going pumpkin picking with my little girl.
Instead we welcomed a little pumpkin of our own.
You’ll be shocked to know that he was just perfect.
He slept for most of his first year of life. Went in at 7pm and woke up sometimes at 8am (no joke).
When he was awake he just stared at you with that face. And those eyes. It was killer. Still is.
Then the hyper speed went into effect.
He grew and grew and grew. Notice the curls. The perfect, insane curls.
And grew
Cut to today.
Cake for breakfast with a 9-year-old silly, funny, happy but sleepy boy. Two seconds after this picture was taken, and right before he blew out this candle, he lifted his leg and farted. True story.
11 Jul 2012
by wifemothereventplanner
in Brave New World
Tags: Beach, cake, food, humor, Justin Bieber, Life, Music, Photography
this….
My girl and her good friends from our old town. That’s the Justin Bieber wall behind them. The Biebs, the Biebster. They love him. Who am I to judge, I have posters of mandolins and pies on my wall. And that’s them making strange faces without me asking them to. Had to share with the world.
that….
Look at this cake. This cake was made by a good friend (mother of the Bieber girls above) for her little boy who loves George Washington. Not LEGO George Washington….just plain old George! His working-full-time-and-raising-4-kids mom whipped up a homemade cake with Mt.Vernon on it for his birthday. I could cry thinking about that. She’s like a superhero.
and this…
The girls went to the boardwalk and decided to brave a scary, puke-inducing, ride. Look at my brave, crazy girl to the left – smiling and excited. Look at her two pals to the right – having normal reactions – gripping the handles and saying the lord’s prayer. I love this picture. That’s my girl in a nutshell.
04 Jul 2012
by wifemothereventplanner
in Cooking!
Tags: cake, food, humor, Life, Photography, travel
We’ve been driving up and down the East Coast in the last few days having some fun in the very hot sun. We made it back today just in time (ok a little late) for our neighbor’s annual Independence day bash! This is what I’m bringing. Homemade? Not really. But I did chop up the strawberries myself.
Hope your holiday is filled with fun and fireworks – and some store bought coconut cake.
28 May 2012
by wifemothereventplanner
in Brave New World
Tags: Aging, Baby, Birthday, cake, College, humor, Life, marriage, NYC, Photography
At 10 I was living in Albany,NY with my parents enjoying my last year as an only child, having as much fun as I could, happy as a clam.
At 20 I was in NYC, going to college, shacked up with my boyfriend, his family became my family, my friends were my life, I was completely clueless and again, happy as a clam.
At 30 I was married to that boy, we moved out of NYC, we had our first house, our first baby, and absolutely no idea of how we were going to make it, and I really was happy as a clam.
At 40 I am still shacked up with that same boy (legally), we have another house, in another town, 2 punky kids that are surrounded by love (thanks to our unstoppable family and friends), and, well, you know. Clam. Happy. Me.
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