For a long portion of my baking life, I was afraid of curds. Puddings, too. And candies, caramels, basically anything that involved standing in front of the stove, stirring and stirring until a specific temperature was reached. I get distracted easily, I knew I’d scorch something and then there’d be all that time and energy wasted. Because I knew this would happen, I never tried. Yay self-defeating bullshit! Then, about a year ago, I decided to be the BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER and make my guy some key lime cheesecake bars. The recipe called for key lime curd, so I put on my apron and tried not to ruin everything.
The cheesecake bars were tasty, but the absolute best thing about the recipe was the curd. I feel like a weirdo saying it was a revelaaaation but it was. Oh my goodness. Tangy and sweet and silky, it was just the essence of YUM. I ended up making a huge batch and giving it out to my family for Chrismukkah last year and I was voted best family member ever (not really) (but basically). I now make it without bothering with the cheesecake and I LOVE CHEESECAKE. It tastes so amazing with everything. Strawberries? Heck yeah. A brownie? Shut your mouth! On top of crumbled graham crackers and a mountain of whipped cream (that you obnoxiously call a deconstructed key lime pie because you’ve seen too many episodes of Top Chef)? HOLY FUCKING YES, GET IN MY MOUTH.
The best thing about this? It’s actually super freaking easy to make. Like, for real, I don’t know why I was such a dork about it before. The whole process (if using bottled key lime juice, which I do because have you ever done the whole juicing key limes thing? That is for suckers) takes approximately 20 minutes, including standing over the stove time. Believe me, surprise someone with a bowl of this stuff and they will worship you and may give you a giant bag of money (still keeping my fingers crossed on that last one). You’re welcome.
This week has been…tough. A couple of weeks ago, I went to my boss and did the craziest thing I may have ever done – I offered to do way more work than I’m paid to do. I think I had some sort of breakdown, or an alternate personality surfaced, or controlled by government aliens. I basically said, “You know how I’m completely overwhelmed by my current job responsibilities? I think everything might be easier if I took on some extra work!” See? CRAZYTOWN. So, that all started on Monday and I ended up logging a bunch of overtime (a bunch = any at all).
On top of that, my guy was out of town this weekend. He left on Friday. I’ve been home alone with the boys since they got off the bus. All the stuff in the previous paragraph about work being insanely stressful? I’m REALLY looking forward to getting back to it. I am exhausted in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been before. I don’t want to go to sleep yet because it’s actually quiet and I’m basking in silence.
So, I’m no green thumb. For sure. My mom has always been a huge advocate for fresh flowers and house plants making people happy and your house feel loved and lived in. There were many years in which every time she came to visit she would bring house plants. By the time she’d come by a couple of months later the previous gift would be dead and often really dusty. Continue reading
About a month ago I wandered into the local 99 cent store looking for nothing in particular, which is always a bad idea because 567 random things that I am only buying because, “they are soooo cheap” can quickly add up at 99 cents each! This time I scored 6 medium sized terracotta flower pots, a tomato Topsy Turvy, and some tomato seedlings. Since I have the black thumb of death I figured it would be fun for Ben and I to get crafty, paint the pots and maybe grow something in them. Well, we did! We painted the pots, and went to Lowe’s to pick out some flowers to plant but Ben thought that flowers weren’t cool enough and said we should grow some things that we could eventually eat. I know nothing about keeping common house plants alive and actually killed a cactus once so gardening is definitely not something that I would add to my resume. I gave in to my little negotiator and we left Lowe’s with a huge bag of potting soil (that I ripped an even huger hole in when I was trying to shove it into the trunk of my car), 2 cucumber seedlings, a watermelon seedling and more tomato plants, because my kid is a tomato junkie and will eat them until his guts explode. Continue reading