If there's one thing I've learned from watching soccer, it's that the game isn't over until the final whistle blows. One of Alfie's and my pet peeves when watching soccer games is seeing fans leave the stadium before the game ends. Usually that happens when one team is down by a few goals and there doesn't seem to be much hope of them catching up. No doubt they can't stand to see their team lose, and they want to get a head start on the outbound crowd.
Two years ago I received an invitation to the Disney Social Media Moms celebration at Walt Disney World. As any blogger will tell you, invites to this conference (which includes amazing speakers, 7-day park passes for you AND 3 family members, exclusive events and WDW lodging for a ridiculous nominal fee) are highly coveted and extremely rare..... but due to scheduling and budget constraints, I was forced to decline. Boy did that hurt. Turning down the chance of a lifetime with no guarantee that I would ever be invited again? Crazy! I just had to tell myself that there would be other opportunities. As the (Disney) song says, “No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true.”
These beauties are not the subject of this post. They're made by the best cupcakery in the Bay Area, Sibby's.
I spend a lot of time on this blog telling readers how to do things: how to paint a kitchen, how to throw a fun party, how to make hummus, how to decorate for the holidays. Lots of my posts contain instructions on how to do this and do that. But sometimes telling someone what not to do can be just as important as telling them what to do. With that in mind, I've written down a list of Don'ts that I came up with after a particularly disastrous cupcake baking experience. Read and learn, people, read and learn.......
Happy National Doughnut Day! Normally I'd say there's nothing better than a sweet, tender Krispy Kreme plain glazed donut, but today I decided to get all fancy and celebrate this important holiday by making my own donuts. To be more precise, I made beignets, which don't actually have holes: they're square, pillow-shaped deep fried pastries popularized in New Orleans. In fact, I got the recipe from The Princess and the Frog Cookbook; since the movie is set in New Orleans, all the recipes in the cookbook are inspired by New Orleans dishes.
One of my favorite childhood stories is about seeing my grandmother jump into a swimming pool with all her clothes on. It was my 7th or 8th birthday, and all the kids in the pool were too busy playing games to notice that my baby brother (he must have been 2 or 3) had slipped from his swim ring and into the bottom of the pool. All of a sudden I saw my grandmother, in all her 60+ matronly glory, complete with heels and spanish fan, jump in and splash her way to my brother.
Now my kids will have a similar story to tell their children about me -- except my story isn't quite as noble.