Saturday, January 17, 2009

All Aboard the Fail Train


Friday, January 9, 2009

I'm It - White Trash Danish

I was tagged by Tiffany at Lattes and Life for this blog challenge. Here are the rules:

1.Go to your documents

2. Go to your 6th file.

3.Go to your 6th picture.

4. Blog about it.

5. Tag 6 friends to do the same.

So, here is my picture:

Which was convenient because I took this picture to blog this recipe anyway.

White Trash Cheese Danish
I am usually a fan of making everything from scratch, and somehow the idea of a tube of dinner rolls used as pastry seems trashy to me. However, this is a really, really yummy trashy, so whatever.

The must haves:
2 (10 ounce) cans refrigerated place and bake round crescent rolls
2 (8 ounce) packages cream cheese, diced
3/4 cup white sugar
1 tablespoon flour
1 1/2 teaspoons lemon juice
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 teaspoons sour cream

The choose it or lose its:
Jams of any favor, we tried raspberry and blueberry
1 cup confectioners' sugar
1 tablespoon milk
1 tablespoon butter, softened


1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Line two baking sheets with parchment paper

2. Separate the rolls into 8 individual rolls. Using your thumb, flatten the center of the roll, making a large indentation for the filling. Place each roll about 4 inches apart on parchment lined baking sheet.

3. In a large bowl, mix together cream cheese, white sugar, flour, lemon juice, vanilla extract and sour cream. If using the jams, spread a thin layer of jam in the middle of each roll. Spread cream cheese filling on top of rolls. Put a small dollop of jam on top of the filling so you can identify them when they are done baking.

4. Bake in preheated oven for 15 to 20 minutes. Keep an eye on these and don’t let the bottoms get too dark.

5. In a small bowl, stir together confectioners' sugar, milk and butter. After Danish has cooled, drizzle with icing. Or, you can skip the icing and just sprinkle them with confectioners' sugar, which is what I chose to do.

*The filling makes a lot, you could probably make 2 or 3 dozen Danish with the filling, so you may want to buy more crescent rolls. Great for brunches, or lazy weekend breakfasts and a crossword puzzle.

Here's who I'm tagging:

1. Susie at Knitting Knoobie
2. Sharon at As Seen on the Bathroom Wall
3. Christina at Hippie Liberal Mom Chronicle
4. Kerri at Desperately Seeking Sanity
5. Katie at The Good Life
6. Colette at Jamerican Spice


Saturday, January 3, 2009

Out With the Old, In With the New

I hope that you all enjoyed a wonderful holiday season and are looking forward to the new year ahead. Each year on January 1st I wake up and wonder if I can do it all over again. The year stretching out ahead seems so long and daunting and fraught with so many possibilities, not all of them good, I can’t help but worry what the year will bring. Then I realize that a year is such an arbitrary time frame and life really is just one day at a time.

I thought it would be fun to look back on some of the one day at a time highlights of 2008.

Things I Don’t Want to Forget:

Jooch's first haircut

Honeybee losing his first tooth

Our first trip to Disneyland, with Gramma and Bub

Honeybee’s “graduation” and skipping a grade

My trip to NYC to visit my best pal Susie

Maia's first day of preschool

Our trip to Colorado

Gramma and Bub's visit in October

Buzzer running the La Luz and the Duke City Marathon

The election of Barack Obama

My Fiestaware Christmas

Other Stuff I Loved:
Honeybee’s note about his best friend Abbey
The way Jooch says his S’s
The way Dani says, “Darn It!”
Dani’s love of Princesses
Honeybee’s agendas and lists
Jooch’s little voice and big belly laughs

There are lots of things about 2008 I don’t want to remember as well (Sarah Palin anyone?), but I am going to focus on the good things and look forward to another year. Let’s hope this one is full of only good memories and happy times. Happy New Year!

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Fiestaware is a Retro Girl's Best Friend

I want to make sure I remember every detail of this Christmas, as I may not experience another one like it in this lifetime. I may not ever be as touched and blown away by another gift as long as I live. I may not cry big, fat, ploppy tears of heartfelt joy any Christmas Day ever again.

The kids were done opening their gifts and my husband told me it was my turn. We exchanged the few gifts we had for each other. He got jeans, I got slippers, he got gloves, so did I, he got a book, I got one too, he got some movies, I got a hat and scarf and some body butter. By my standards, this is a pretty good Christmas!

My husband is not a good gift giver. He pretty much hates Christmas, he pretty much does no shopping for me and there have been years I have swallowed the huge lump in my throat at his miserable attempts to buy me gifts. There was the Christmas that my main presents were a 4-pack of Virgil’s Rootbeer and a box of pretzel cookies (cookies shaped like pretzels). True story. So, I have come to expect to be majorly disappointed, or to not expect anything at all. He grew up in a home where birthdays and Christmas were no big deal, I did not. Even after 13 years together it has been hard to get him on board with my school of thought, not for lack of tears or trying though.

So, yay, I am actually pleasantly surprised with my thoughtful and well chosen gifts. They are nothing fancy, but sweet nonetheless, and really quite good considering Christmases past. I think we are done when he gives me two large, identically shaped wrapped boxes. He has a huge grin on his face and I am so worried it is something like 40lbs. of sugar. But no, it is Fiestaware dinnerware! One box in Scarlet and one in Tangerine. I am just thinking to myself how thoughtful he is that he started my Fiestaware collection for me, when he drags in two huge Macy’s bags containing 6 more place settings! A whole cabinet’s worth of Fiestaware for me!?! No cookies? No soda? No biography of Dick Cheney (I kid you not)? No financial planning book by Suze Orman? Surely this must be a mistake.

I can’t help it, I cried. I sobbed like he asked me to marry him and presented me with a huge rock to go with that proposal. Anyone who knows me knows I would prefer Fiestaware to a diamond any day, but still, for the husband to know that and actually make it happen is momentous. Then he tells me I can take back some and exchange for different colors if I want, he just wanted to make sure he got 8 for me to open. So now I have 4 beautiful colors of Fiestaware in my kitchen cabinet: Tangerine, Scarlet, Turquoise and Peacock. It is Fiesta heaven.

My only fear is now the standard has been set so high that he can not possibly surprise and delight me in such a way ever again. Although, any year I don’t get a case of soda will still be a pretty good year to me.