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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I pinky promise I will post more. Onward.
I love cheese. And texting, a lot.
I love Cheese-Its a lot. Lots and lots of them, and even more so, I really enjoy the Party Mix. This weekend, I tore a box a part. I was a bit picky though, and I only left the pretzels, I ate half the party and left in the crinkly clear bag, oh wells! Pretzel party?
Did I mention I love texting? I recently got an iPhone and it makes it SO much cooler. not really, but I can texts pictures. I’m picture happy, which makes me picture text happy.
I had the sudden urge to make snicker doodles. We ordered pizza and wings and went to town. It’s been quite some time since I’ve eaten a buffalo wing because I feel like quite a little savage, all messy and everything. It’s different–I’ll make a mess baking, flour in my hair all over my apron and the floor, but “Wo, Nelly!” on that buffalo sauce. Stains. Hot. Spicy.
Snickerdoodles?
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Ahoj Everyone. Dobre Den. (*Ahoj = Hello; *Dobre Den = Good Day) <—-is Czech.
Attention: Picture Overload. Just Deal.
The awesome greenery I mentioned in the last post about Pretzels comes from a place that is near and dear to my heart as well as the heart of Europe. Because it lives there- In Europe, not my heart. Arriba.
Before I discuss this delicious account of vegs and a dash of feta, I want to tell you about an adventure I went on last weekend to Dahlonega. It was cute as a button, but bigger. and with lots of older people.
It was a spur of the moment type of dealio and it all started with pumpkin coffee from Dunkin Donuts (as should most things).
I love the whole vintage vibe. Makes me want to be all Beatles like and walk on some crosswalks real slowly.
Leaves were an obsession, as most times of my life during Fall.
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Just a few things you should know about me before this relationship goes any further:
1. I am obsessed with school supplies. I’m serious, if you love me, give me teacherly-presents. I’ll hug you, then use the supplies.
2. I retell the same stories over and over again. Please stop me, don’t let me ramble. I know I’m smiling because I’m excited to tell you, but it will immediately fade the minute you say the phrase “I know, you already told me this story”. Don’t test it. Or do.
3. I like to say phrases that confuse people: ” Dang Gina” , “BoomShakalakka”, “Boom” etc. and the occasional “no” after a totally true statement. It causes a blank stare. Funniest thing ever. Ask Carolina.
4. I like to cuddle.
5. I have a freckle on my right yelid. It’s not eye liner- it’s real. a freckle. Thanks God.
6. I really like pickles and cheese. together. Mmmm. ” Oh hey, hater”
7. I love picture messages, receiving and sending. Thanks.
8. About 4/7 of the week I fall asleep on the couch sitting straight up holding my computer, then at 4 a.m. I wake up, gather my mug filled with whatever liquid I was drinking, and go to bed until my alarm goes off. again.
9. I don’t really wear makeup– when I rub my eye I look like a raccoon. Who wants that? You? Oh hey, raccoon. You look nice.
10. I didn’t have a cavity until I was 20. Hey sweet tea, you’re worth it.
P.S. I love learning about people, please tell me something about you that not many people know. I would smile. Not just “lol” then nothing, but actually show some teeth.
What could we make right now to make everyone smile?
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