Friday, June 29, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Peanut Butter Meltaway Cake
Peanut Butter Meltaway Cake
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| Categories: | Cakes, Chocolate |
| Collections: | Member's Choice,Chocolate... |
| Keywords: | peanut, butter, cakes |
| Serves: | 16 |
| Prep Time: | 30 Min |
| Cook Time: | 55 Min |
Ingredients
| CAKE | |
| 3 c | all purpose flour |
| 2 | eggs |
| 2 c | sugar |
| 1/2 c | cocoa |
| 2 tsp | baking soda |
| 1 tsp | salt |
| 1/2 c | vegetable oil |
| 2 tsp | vinegar |
| 2 tsp | vanilla |
| 2 c | water |
| PEANUT BUTTER MIDDLE | |
| 3/4 tsp | vegetable oil |
| 1 c | peanut butter (you can use more if you want) |
| TOPPING | |
| 1/2 c | butter
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| 1/4 c | cocoa |
| 1 lb | powdered sugar |
| 6 Tbsp | sour milk (you can sour the milk by adding 1/2 tsp of vinegar to the milk) |
| 1 tsp | vanilla |
Susan Hunter
Full Flavored
Tyrone, PA
skhunter51
Member Since Jun 2011
Comments from the Test Kitchen:
Peanut Butter Meltaway candies are such a fond childhood memory of my husband's! Not only did the entire Crew love this recipe... but even my husband gave it two thumb's up - nostalgia and all.
Directions
Combine the cake ingredients and bake in a 9x13 pan in a 350 degree oven for 40 minutes, or until a toothpick is inserted and comes out clean.
Cool completely
Mix together peanut butter and 3/4 tsp of cooking oil. Spread this mixture on top of cooled cake. Refrigerate for 20 minutes.
Heat in a saucepan 1/4 cup of cocoa, powdered sugar, sour milk, butter, and vanilla.(you can sour the milk with vinegar, add about a half a tsp of vinegar to the milk and it should thicken you may need a dab more) Mix this until smooth and comes to a boil. Let cool for a few minutes... Pour and spread over the peanut butter layer. Cool and keep refrigerated.
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Grandparents. Sometimes really great, but other times, I would like to kick 'em a little...
As most of you who follow the facebook page know, my oldest son got into trouble (and grounded) AGAIN, for the same thing. Refusing to check in with me. This is not hard, and by his own admission, this is his third offense. Actually, he had the stones to say to me, during his fourth debate on the grounding issue, "The first two times, I was just being a kid and a jerk, but this last time was an accident, so you shouldn't ground me!" Wait, what? Did you just hear the shit that came out of your mouth? Three times, really? I thought it was two, to be honest. Anywho, no need to re-hash that story, but what happened next, truly baffles me. I am an only child, and am extremely close to my Mom. We are more like friends now that we are older. She is 63 and I am 41. She has always been somewhat of a rebel, and then later a hippie child. My parents divorced when I was very little and frankly, I don't even remember them being married! My Mom remarried an older, conservative fellow, whom I adored, when I was four. He was very strict as a parent and rightly so. When they got married, he told my Mom that he would be taking over the discipline of me- I was kind of allowed to run wild LOL- and that she could disagree, just not in front of me. Mixed signals and all that, and he firmly believed that consistency is key. She agreed, with the stipulation that I was never to be spanked. Well, as luck would have it for them, I was a pretty good kid. Teenager, too. I always respected and even feared my parents wrath and/or disappointment. When I was a young teen, my Mom could seriously be hell on wheels, in the old anger department. I did not talk to her in certain ways, or she may slap my face. It only happened once, but I sure as hell remember it. She just had to get that look, and I knew there was a line about to be crossed. RETREAT!!! So, she calls me last night to ask how things are going with my son. I tell her the truth and she comes unglued, accusing me of power plays, being a dictator and favoritism toward my younger son, then proceeds with telling me that I am being unreasonable, mean and blah, blah, blah... WHAT???!!! Who in the hell are you, and what have you done with the hard ass mother that raised ME? We ended up shouting and me telling her to shut up, that I was sick of her shit with spoiling my oldest and to let me be a parent in peace! When did grandparents lose their spine and their minds, I would like to know? We have worked it out, but it's just nuts to me. We would NEVER have gotten away with the crap our parents tell us to "lighten up" on. Are you kidding me? Give me a big fat break, please. *eye roll* XO ~Heather
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
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Saturday, June 23, 2012
Sometimes, I dread Saturday's... LOL
Awww crap! It's Saturday, right? That means it's cleaning day for the vacation rental that I take care of in the summer. The owners, who live in California and only vacation here (so they think we're all living the dream, all we do is party and should be thrilled to work for them) have graciously allotted me six hours to clean a house that can sleep twenty. Assholes. Mrs. owner cleaned it one time for an incoming group and that was the only time we had complaints. Bahahaha!!!! Ya, she doesn't get it and she allowed herself two days to get it done. Ah well, it pays well and I do get a workout or I wouldn't even consider it. I am getting too old to clean other people's shit. I don't like cleaning after my own brood, let alone for strangers. As the Queen in A Bug's Life so eloquently stated, "It's the same year after year, they come, they eat, they leave; that's our lot in life. It's not a lot, but it's our life." Carry on, everybody! Have a great day... XO ~Heather
Friday, June 22, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Little man's new favorite food
So. Being that it is summer, and being that I work, the boys WILL be home alone on occasion, and must learn to feed themselves. I have not done right by them in my younger years, by trying to be June Cleaver, and insisting that everything be "home-made." I also blew it by not forcing them to be more independent, especially in the kitchen! Well, no more... We went to Wal*Mart Super Center the other day, and I had them pick out a cart full of crap that I thought they could handle the preparation of, in my absence. Well done. Before leaving for work yesterday, I showed the wee one where I kept them and how to heat up a burrito. Just so I know he won't starve, or live on cereal or granola bars. His big brother is on a "time to grow up" campaign where his little bro is concerned, and will sometimes flat-ass refuse to help him. I could skin him alive, but that is a separate issue. LOL Fletcher watched intently and took it all in. This morning, I told him to throw a bagel in the toaster while I was getting dressed. I came out just in time to hear the ding of the microwave. *Sigh...* "I said the toaster, bud. You don't put bagels in the microwave." Holding his plate and beaming from ear to ear, he whipped off the paper towel, and said, "I decided against a bagel. I am having a burrito!!!!" Oh well, no biggie, and his exuberance made me laugh. We are now two hours later, and he is on burrito number three, for "brunch." Hahaha... Do they sell those things in Kong size packages? I think we're gonna need it. That and a bale of toilet paper. Smh... ; ) XO ~Heather
Quotes we love...
"You cannot have a proud and chivalrous spirit if your conduct is mean and paltry; for whatever a man's actions are, such must be his spirit." -Demosthenes
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Ahhh... The never ending joys of domestic goddessness...
After having a crap day at work, I picked up the little man from his bud's house, and was anticipating a quiet night at home. Surprise. Haha! Good gawd. When did I become the grown up Mom ~ fixer of all things, righter of all wrongs and cleaner upper of all things grody?? We got home a little while ago, and were enthusiastically greeted as usual, by two happy dogs. Wait, we have three dogs, no? I looked around and thought, huh, my teenager must have taken him with him when he went fishing. No, he wouldn't do that... Tully the shepherd is still young, a little wild and tends to wander. Oh shit!!! He got out and is terrorizing the frightened neighbors. Nope, all the doors were closed and locked (he can open doors, don't forget, but rudely never closes them), so I frantically text number one son- WHERE is Tully????? He answers, in the house where I left him. Uhhh... O.k. panic is starting to set in at this point and little man and I commence running around the house, with thoughts of a gruesome discovery going through my head. We had a gorgeous rottweiler that died before our eyes of massive heart attack at just a year old. So sad... At any rate, all areas downstairs have been checked and still nothing! *lightbulb* Ah-ha!!! Fletcher's bedroom door has a tendency to close itself, and that is the one place I haven't looked. Fairly flying up the stairs, with a frightened little man right behind me, we begin to hear him whine. WHEW!!! He got himself stuck in there, and all is well, right? Wrong... Fletcher flings open the door to release the hound, and immediately starts gagging! For the love of Mike!!! Tully went in there to have a big ass "accident" and got stuck. Poor dog. When I say he had to go, he had to GO! Massive piles of dog poop, which fortunately for me, not so much for Fletcher, landed mostly on white t-shirt and other articles of clothing. The one time his room being a pig sty actually comes in handy! Needless to say- young one, pivots on his heel and makes a hasty retreat, hollering all the while- oh it stinks, it soooo stinks! *gag* MOM!!!! I look right, then left. Nope, no other adults around to pawn this heinous job off on. Damnit. This domestic bliss shit is for the birds, sometimes. Two questions ran through my mind, almost simultaneously. 1) Hey, did I buy lottery tickets this week? and 2) It's beer-thirty somewhere, right? Mess now gone, laundry on the go and a whole can of air freshener dispensed. Screw it, I'm gonna go make some spaghetti. Yes, I washed my hands! Hahaha... XO ~Heather
P.S. The massive amounts of dog poop also clogged up the toilet. Booyah!!! Gotta love it....
P.S. The massive amounts of dog poop also clogged up the toilet. Booyah!!! Gotta love it....
Monkey Bread
This is just a killer recipe, and super easy! My guys inhale it every time...
2 cans buttermilk biscuits
cinnamon sugar mixture in a large baggie
1/2 C. brown sugar
1 stick butter
Cut biscuits into quarters and shake in cinnamon and sugar to coat. Throw pieces into a loaf pan (If doubling, use a bundt cake pan) Melt brown sugar and butter on top of stove and mix well. Pour evenly over biscuit pieces. Add nuts, if desired. Bake at 350 for 30 minutes. You may need to cover with foil after 15 to 20 minutes so top biscuits do not over cook. Flip the pan onto a platter immediately. 6 servings
Monday, June 18, 2012
Quotes we love...
“Do what you feel in your heart to be right – for you’ll be criticized anyway.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt
― Eleanor Roosevelt
Lawless Trailer Official 2012
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Hey, ladies. I was watching a morning news show about the hot new trends for summer, and the good news is, orange nail polish is apparently the big new thing! This beats the lavender trend all to hell, as I could never find a shade that worked well for me. Waaay too corpse like. LOL I love to change my toenail color, and while shopping found two killer shades of orange. One very dark and a lighter one for if I ever get a *bleeping* tan! Love it...
Sunday, June 17, 2012
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