Here comes the bride..all dressed in white! I had the honor and privilege of making the cupcakes/wedding cake for one of my beautiful school friends. When she first asked me to do this...I was like "hahaha, you're so funny!" The only reason she knew I baked was because I made cupcakes for my class and she basically fell in love with my baking. I'll take it. You know, I couldn't always bake an awesome cupcake. No, I was the baker that would make cookies then end up scraping off the black bottoms of the cookies themselves. It was awful. In high school, my girlfriends would force down my baking, but the guys wouldn't even try. Bless 'em. It was a shame. Good thing that is the past and not the present. Who knew I would go from burning cookies to making wedding cupcakes?! This is hope for everyone. You can do it. Yes you can. So, yes, wedding cupcakes. All of these pictures were taken with a phone because I was in a bit of a time crunch so I couldn't be all artsy fartsy. There...
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When I went to a small little beach city this summer, I had the time of my life. When you go to a different country, it is your responsibility to make the best and most of it. At least this is what I experienced! I could have stayed home with one of my best friends and my little Spanish family (which I do a lot of the time at night, don't get me wrong) or I could go exploring, taking pictures along the way and looking for little nooks and crannies of awesomeness. I took a Flamenco class every Thursday ( I know, I know -- I can't dance either), and one day when I was walking home I saw this cute little bread truck. At this exact spot, I dropped my camera cap and then one of my new friends (like 3 day old friends) had to lay on her stomach to reach UNDER the car to retrieve it because I was in a skirt. Folks, be nice to everyone because you never know when you'll need help getting your camera...
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Guys -- I have traveled the world. I took this picture of the oysters...but I didn't try them. My friends tried them, does that count? I think so too. I had the opportunity to travel abroad to Cadiz, Spain AKA the cutest-little-city-you-ever-did-see. This was from the Plaza de los Flores (Flower Plaza). I just wanted to rub my face all over those flowers and then buy them all. Something you might want to know-- I am a cheeser; a cheeser who likes to take pictures on the first day of school even if I am on another continent. This food was actually from a gas station but DANG was it good. It's called a Lomo Sandwich; basically that just refers to what area the meat comes from. Delish. Kinda dry. Amazing. The-cutest-little-Spanish-men-you-ever-did-see. Hola. Hey. Will you be my Spanish grandfathers? Oh, this actually happened. I went to McDonalds in Madrid, Spain and I was CRAVING something sweet. These little pieces of awesomeness were amazing. Macaroons like no other. Very impressed. I haven't found them in America. Triste. Paella at its finest. I split one huge skillet...
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I have a job outside of baking and cooking…but it still deals with food. Surprise, Surprise. I’ll let you use your intellect to figure out where (hint hint).
<–That would be my BIG smile. The cheesin’ kind with big gums and all (how embarrassing, right?).
It’s the Christmas season. My name is {Baking} Holly…oh the jokes. “Deck the halls with bells of holly…..” OR my personal favorite, “Have a holly jolly Christmas….”. Welcome back to middle school.
Let’s grab a pan and make something. Right now I am relaxing in the Gatlinburg mountain area in my pajama pants. You know that commercial where that lady talks about how versatile her “yoga pants” are for sports but in reality she wears them because she loves the comfort ? Hi. I wear yoga pants even when I don’t do yoga (they stretch and I bake, hello).
When it comes to baking, Christmas is about putting on those stretchy pants and then going on a walk after dinner…or sitting on your bum and watching a movie. You know, bonding.
Let’s bond over some sugar cookies. They are pretty much the best sugar cookies I’ve ever made….with a dabble of icing poured over them. What more could anyone ask for? Let the bonding begin.
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Let’s be real. I have a hamster. A hamster named Stewart (Like Stuart Little, but obviously spelled differently). I introduced him to y’all here.
Well…here’s the thing. I kind of lost him for 46 hours. See, Stewart was “working out” on his wheel at 3 a.m. and I tried to take the wheel out. I mean, I shook the wheel before I took it out of his cage–that’s good enough, right? Wrong.
The next night (aka 24 hours later), we noticed Stewart wasn’t “working out” at his usual time (aka my bed time). So I huffed and puffed and checked on and him and lo and behold–Stewart was not in his cage. I moved every little pile of fluff to look for him. The little booger was Gone. Missing. Out of there. I was crushed.
I looked for him until 3 a.m. that night ( I had only laid down at 1:30 a.m. anyways…) and searched the house high and low. high. low. middle. ish. with a flashlight the next morning. Needless to say, I hadn’t slept very well that night with my baby Stew on the loose.
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