Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Apple Cinnamon goodness...

If your still not over the holiday goodies...

2 tbsp soft butter
1tsp vanilla extract
1 cup milk
2 tbsp veggie oil
1 1/2 cups diced apple (I used green for a bit of punch)
2 cups flour
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
3/4 cup brown sugar
1 large egg
1 1/2 tsp cinnamon

Topping: granola and an extra pinch of cinnamon
- preheat oven to 375degrees
- In large bowl, stir dry ingredients, (flour, baking powder, salt,cinnamon)
- Add in brown sugar, egg, softened butter, veggie oil and vanilla. 
- Slowly add in milk after every few stirs, until all ingredients are wet
- Stir in apples
- Spoon batter into lined muffin tin
- Sprinkle granola and a pinch of cinnamon over the top.
- Bake for 16-18 minutes.
- makes 12

Sunday, December 25, 2011


 To my dear & unfortunate successor,
Sunday night (Christmas night)...this holiday weekend is coming to an end. Mr. and I had a good one this year. It was peaceful, less stressful than most others, and we drove...a lot. We took a "Polar Express" train ride in Mt. Hood. It was filled with hot chocolate, ginger cookies, children screaming for Santa & great views of the forest and some apple orchards. We drove along the river for hours listening to great music (thanks Josiah;) We went shopping...together! We never get to shop together. We drove around fancy neighborhoods to look at the gorgeous old houses. We got lost. We made dinners. We saw Christmas lights...
I hardly ever get to use "we" when recounting the things that I've done for the week. I am very glad that this holiday weekend I got to describe with "we." However, like I said, it is coming to a close and I'm back to I for the night. The Mr. has gone to work and now I'll just cuddle up in all my blankets and watch Edward Scissorhands on Netflix.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

A day trip to Seattle...

views from the Pike Place Market & space needle...

a tour through the Everett Boeing facility...

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Ode to edvard munch...

To my dear & unfortunate successor;
pieces of one of my favorite short stories. 

"...no matter the season or the weather. I've seen her barefoot in snow. I asked her about that once, if she would wear shoes if I brought her a pair and she said no, thank you, but no, because shoes make her claustrophobic. I find her sitting there alone on the park bench near the old fountain, and I always ask before I sit down next to her. And always she smiles and says of course, of course you can sit with me. You can always sit with me.
...she smelled of fallen leaves, that dry and oddly spicy odour that I have always associated with late October. Yes, she smelled of fallen leaves and her own sweat and, more faintly, something that I took to be wood smoke. Her breath was like frost against my skin, colder even than the long winter night. .....and she whispered soothing words in a language I could neither understand nor recognize.
...and she's left me these strange dreams in return. I have begun to think of them as a sort of gift, though I know that others might think them more a curse. Because they are not entirely pleasant dreams. 
...she has made me superstitious and given to what psychiatrists call "magical thinking", misapprehending cause and effect, when I was never that way before we met.
I play piano in a martini bar and, until now, there's never been anything in my life that I might mistake for magic. But there are many things in her wide burnt sienna eyes that I might mistake for many other things, and now that uncertainty seems to cloud my every waking thought."
-ode to edvard munch; Caitlin R. Kiernan

Monday, December 5, 2011

Bienvenue, sweet flouncy collar...

I received my ASOS dress sooner than I expected and I couldn't be happier! The collar is everything I had hoped for. It is about 4 inches too wide so I had to wear a belt with it. Which is definitely not a problem, it can easily be taken in a little on both sides, but I just could not wait to wear it!
Besides... a dress being too big is so much better than the disappointment of a dress being too small!
So with the joy of wearing a new dress comes the undeniable urge to dance like I'm back in school listening to my Dennis...