Happy Monday, everyone! I hope today is treating you all better than it’s treating us. Little Man and I woke up sick today, so that’s kind of bumming us out. But luckily for all of you, being a little under the weather doesn’t keep me from sitting on the couch cuddled up in some blankets with my laptop, writing a blog post.
As you all know, if you read this blog, my sister and I make decorated sugar cookies now and again. We usually make a batch a few times a year. Well, recently I heard that Amy from Minnesota Locavore was looking for some custom cookies for a baby shower, and I said I’d be willing to take an order. She took me up on it!
Amy was throwing a gender reveal shower for her sister-in-law and the theme was “Waddle it be?” So, naturally, she wanted penguin cookies. I’m pretty sure that’s the cutest theme ever. I love penguins, and since it’s still colder than a witch’s you-know-what around here, it seems appropriate. 😉
Over the weekend, we had a little celebration at our house for my Grandma’s birthday.
When talk of my Grandma’s birthday came up, Little Man’s first response was, “We need to bake a cake!” He was very insistent about the cake. Not only did we have to bake a cake, but it needed to have strawberries on top. My three-year old can be very specific.
I’ll be honest, I’m not really much of a cake person. I don’t make many cakes, and I usually choose other desserts over cake when given the option. But when your adorable little boy tells his great-grandma he wants to bake her a cake, you make it happen.
Plus, this would be a great cake to make for Valentine’s day as it’s pink and red! So really, it’s not that weird for me to share a strawberry cake in January, right?
Like, really cold. This winter has been disgustingly cold. And today it was cold enough that school districts were closed just because of the wind chill being in the -40’s and -50’s.
When it’s cold, we all want to eat something hearty like soups, stews, and chilis. And what goes better with those things than some good ol’ cornbread?
Now, I’m not a Southern girl, but I did have a Granmammy. She was my great-grandmother, and while as long as I ever knew her she lived in Chicago, she never lost her southern drawl. And my love of all things biscuit and cornbread says I’ve got a little southern in me.