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Baking With Beth

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I was going to write this yesterday, but gwen had to go and be all awesome on me. So instead, you get this post today.

My sister e-mailed me a link about a month ago for Vegan Chocolate-Avacado cupcakes. I’ve wanted to make these ever since she sent it to me but, I either always forgot or didn’t have time. Well, the time finally came two days ago when I decided that I was going to make these suckers. Regardless of the yummy outcome, the beginning was basically shouting at me to not make them. The way that it started, I expected to fail in every way possible.

So here we go, an amateur cook’s adventure in baking. Hopefully the pictures assist in the explanation.

I always start off collecting almost all of my ingredients, so that I am not running around trying to find what I need. Issue #1: “WHERE ARE MY CUPCAKE PANS?!?!” I think I shouted this to Fiancé about 10 times within 5 minutes. I LITERALLY looked EVERYWHERE, and still I never found them. Every cabinet, every box that is still unpacked, and even the empty boxes that I have not broken down yet. I have two, one that holds 12 and another that holds 6. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper because I was forced to use this:

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It’s Fiancé’s rubbery cupcake pan. I strongly dislike it.

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Once I got over that hiccup, I moved to the next step. All of the dry ingredients into one bowl and whisk. Easy.

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O look, all blended evenly and looking pretty!

And then this is where life hated me again. The recipe calls for you to put an avocado in a food processor, but sadly I do not have one yet. This is something I am holding out for, for the wedding registry. So, I had to hand mash this sucker.

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First I tried the back of a spoon. All that did was cause the avocado to slide around.

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I was forced to then use a fork. Not even the 28-day boot camp, that I have been doing, has given my arm this good of a workout! I then used the back of a spoon again to attempt and make it all even. Which sort of worked.

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And then I had to add the cup of maple syrup and I wanted to vomit. It looked disgusting and this picture does not do it justice.

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After adding all of the wet ingredients I was super close to actually vomiting. The smell of the vanilla extract and the appearance of it all was the WORST!

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Thankfully, this didn’t last long because it called for me to pour the wet ingredients in with the dry. In my left hand, I slowed poured the wet ingredients into the center of the dry ingredients bowl. In my right hand, I whisked the two together, gradually bringing more of the dry ingredients into the mix. At this point it started to smell awesome and I wanted to eat it. The nice part is, it is safe for you (or child/significant other) to dip your finger into the mix because there is no raw egg!

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I sadly poured the mix into the cupcake pan, that only held half of the mix (and therefore meant I had to do this again), and put it into the oven.

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Out came the first 6 cupcakes. Some had some white spots on them, I can only assume it was exposed avocado? I really have no idea.

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I have a confession to make. I didn’t make the yucky tofu icing, I used store bought. I then proceeded to laugh at the exactness of “stir 20 times” and rebelled, as I stirred it 21 times. That alone probably ruined my cupcakes.

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I guess I just hadn’t frosted anything in awhile, because this was way more difficult than it should have been. It seemed to take forever and the saying “practice makes perfect” is a lie, because I do believe they got worse as I went. But, using my start photography skills the worst ones are in the back and the bad sides are turned away from my cell phone camera.

I also have another confession. If you are a vegan then please do not come eat my cupcakes. I didn’t have soy milk so I just used my 2% cows milk. Oops?

As much as I can say they are YUMMY and you should really make them, the outcome of my kitchen and sink area (there was back-up from the previous day) caused me to want to cry for the rest of the night. In fact, my hands are still dry from having to hand wash all of the big bowls and pans.

Have I mentioned that I am a neat and clean person?

We Don’t Have Dates Anymore

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At least, that’s what I said to the Fiancé last week. We had just hung out with a girl from his lab and her boyfriend. We went out to get some dinner before seeing the Cleveland Orchestra (one of the best in the entire WORLD) and Fiancé had mentioned it was a double date. But, reader, what you do not know is that I strongly dislike the phrase “double date” and he only called it that to get a reaction out of me. Boys.

I replied to him with my usual, “Ugh! It is not a double date, we are just hanging out with them and going somewhere.” I then added, “Plus, we don’t go on dates anymore. We just do things together.”

You see, to me, after dating for 7 years the idea of going on a date with my Fiancé seems strange. How can it officially be a date if we have been together for so long? How can something be “date night” if we are just doing something? We don’t have kids, so we always just do our activities together.

This then got me thinking the past few days. Maybe not having a date night, where we can just focus on each other, is a problem. Perhaps we need to officially call it that so we focus more attention on each other and aren’t distracted by other things, like our cell phones.

Yesterday I decided something. We were having date night! Because of my 28-day boot camp, I have to do at least 30 minutes of cardio, 5 days a week. I asked Fiancé if he wanted to go on a walk with me around the neighborhood and then get dinner at the yummy Chinese food restaurant by us. He said yes and I went and started to get ready before he got home. I decided if we were having a date night, then I should look nice!

The date night was really nice but I realized something. Next time, I need to actually tell him that it is date night, because he had invited the previously mentioned friends to go out to eat with us. And of course, it was without asking me.

Thankfully, they couldn’t come out to eat. Here is to more date nights!

Nommy Food Day!

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Although I still struggle with my 1950′s Housewife vs. Modern Woman’ness, I am definitely on a 1950’s housewife kick today. I made a list this morning of things that I had to accomplish around the condo, including: wash the dishes, empty the dishwasher, end up filling it up again and rerunning it, laundry, unpack more things, dinner (I went with tacos), etc. Normally I end up putting all of this stuff off until Fiancé is home, since during the day I enjoy watching my trash TV from the previous night, but not today!

I felt so accomplished as I started crossing things off of my list. It was nice to feel accomplished; I haven’t felt this way in awhile. Even though last night Fiancé said that he would make dinner tonight, I knew he wouldn’t have time for it. He has a lot of homework due at midnight, tonight, and he only started last night. I decided I would make dinner, as usual, to be nice and so I could actually eat something yummy.

Since part of my birthday present, from my sister, was a rolling pin. And might I just say, it is the most awesome rolling pin ever! I played percussion for nine years, and the rolling pin she got me is from a company that mostly makes drumsticks and mallets. Anywho, since I finally have a rolling pin I could properly make these amazing 100% whole wheat tortillas.

And so I did. And they were awesome. Seriously, you HAVE to try these. Fiancé even complimented them, and I didn’t have to fish for that compliment. Plus, the rest of the tacos were also very yummy.

When I went to 100 Days of Real Food, for the tortilla recipe, I saw “Pumpkin Spice” Hot Chocolate and I think I died a little on the inside. I MUST TRY THIS NOW! All of the Starbucks around here either make you pay to park, is a bia to get in and out of, or is far away. So trying to get my Pumpkin Spice Latte fix is kind of hard.

Today I am okay with the fact that I am a 1950’s housewife, because I’ll be damned if today hasn’t been full of yumminess and minor accomplishments!

“How Did That Get In There?”

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I can’t make up my mind on if the benefits of going grocery shopping, with the Fiancé, outweigh the cons. This is the second time that I have gone with him to the grocery store, but this week we went to our usual Giant Eagle instead of trying out a local place, like we did last week.

Normally, I enjoy going grocery shopping by myself. Maybe it was all of the times that I would go with my family and it would take forever that made me this way. Or, maybe it was the fact that every time my dad would be with me he would ask if I wanted this, that, or the other thing every five minutes. But my goal when I walk into a grocery store is to get out as quickly as possible. Get what I need, check out, go home. I do not like to linger. I suppose this is the main reason why I like to grocery shop alone, because having someone else with me forces me to have to slow down and consider what the other person wants too.

Then, I think about the fact that I am a lazy bum and have been home by myself, during the day, for awhile now. Going grocery shopping with Fiancé allows us to spend time together outside of the condo and it also forces me to actually go grocery shopping.

I think it comes down to what ended up happening today. Fiancé is giving me practice on how to go grocery shopping with a child. When we first went to Target we were in the check-out line. I saw his head turn to the candies at the check-out and I instantly knew he was questioning if he wanted a candy bar, and if so, which one. Without missing a beat I simply said, “No.” I know they overprice those items at the check-out and more so at Target than at Giant Eagle. I also didn’t want to pay half for his overpriced candy bar. But, I felt bad when he turned around and did a sad face so I told him he could get stuff at Giant Eagle that would be more cost effective.

And then came the check-out at Giant Eagle. While we were shopping I saw that he had grabbed a bag of goldfish and two, yes two, bags of candy. But, when he was unloading the cart I realized how much practice he really was giving me. Somehow Fiancé had managed to sneak a loaf of fancy sourdough bread and two different boxes of muffin mix into the cart. How did he do this?! I don’t even remember going down the aisle with the muffins in them. I also got a few other items that I normally would not buy, simply because he was with me and would either point items out or I would agree to what he wanted. This probably resulted in us spending about $20 more, and that is with me saying no to a few things.

When I asked him about how he managed to sneak items into the cart and have me not see them the entire time, he just replied with, “I’m pro. I’ve had practice.” I am glad that I want to wait awhile to have kids.

Mmm, bacon!

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We had the delicious brinner last night, which is the formal term for breakfast for dinner (as stolen from Scrubs). I cooked up an entire package of bacon and made us some eggies in a basket. I love bacon and so does the Fiancé, so I knew if I cooked the entire package (a little under 1lb) it wouldn’t last very long.

While cooking said eggies in a basket I reaffirmed my belief that I cannot cook, to save my life, in Cleveland. The yolk somehow broke while I was pouring it into the pan. This never happens to me, so of course it happens in Cleveland. Thankfully Fiancé isn’t picky and he didn’t care.

I somehow managed to get him to wash the pans, which made me feel like I was in Heaven. While sitting on the couch I started to think about what I could use the bacon for tomorrow. I decided to go ahead and make a BLT with my leftover avocado. Which the avocado, by the way, takes a BLT to whole other level of deliciousness.

And then I had an, “O crap!” moment and realized that I never put the bacon into a ziploc bag and in the refrigerator. Oops! So I quickly walked into the kitchen to find the plate that I had put the bacon on and to package it up.

Now, the amount of bacon that I had cooked was about two plates worth when it was all laid out. I, naturally, put a paper towel in between two layers of bacon as to only dirty one plate. I also only ate 4 pieces of bacon, which I would say was about one half of a plates worth.

I walked into the kitchen to find only 3 pieces of bacon left. The third piece was a small one too. This is when I then went out to the living room and yelled at him for eating all of the bacon since I was going to use it for my lunch tomorrow, and I also said, “You’re not allowed to eat anymore of this bacon!” He did a sad face, like all of his hopes and dreams had been crushed, and I walked back into the kitchen being sad that I only got 3 pieces for the next day.

I am currently looking for a mind reading class, so that he will no longer eat all of my bacon. I also found out, this morning, that there was an upside to not having a vent in the kitchen (I know, crazy, right?!). The condo still had a bacon sent to it!

Mr. Mold

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*Warning: I typed this all on my phone, so please don’t hate on any grammar issues.*

As previously mentioned, Fiance had made a mess of the place and l had the pleasure of walking
home to it all. He ended up feeling bad about it, so thankfully he cleaned it all up. While he was
washing dishes I walked into the kitchen to get something to drink and saw him washing the
blender. The bottom was attached and he did a final rinse and went to put it in the drying rack.

“You know that comes apart, right?”
“It what?”
“It comes apart. The bottom screws off.”

He tries to unscrew the bottom and finally gets it.

“OMG I taught you something you didn’t know.”

Needless to say I was really proud of myself. It is not everyday I get to teach him something.
It took him awhile to clean the blender, after he took it apart. Mostly because he has had the
blender for 4 years, so it was really dirty, dark looking, and very crusty.

I tried my best to not look at it.

The following day I decided to make this berry sauce, thanks to 100daysofrealfood.com. So, I
started putting the blender together and guess what I had the pleasure of finding…

Blackishy looking mold. It was super small dots and in the lid. Ya know, the middle piece of the
lid that turns and comes out. That part. So he clearly didn’t even clean that part because it’s super easy to get to.

So I washed it and I made my sauce.

I texted the Fiance about it (don’t worry, in a nice and just asking way) and he never replied.

Big surprise. At least the sauce is yummy!! </h5

He Makes Breakfast!

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I originally had 2 substitute teaching job interviews on Thursday. But, alas, the first one (the phone one) got moved back to Monday. The one in the afternoon went really well and it went how I thought it would. Basically since I’m not a crazy person, it will just take a week to get my information processed and I should be getting an e-mail letting me know that I got the job.

Holla.

Fiance was really sweet that entire morning. He woke me up with the lovely news that he had made me breakfast and it was waiting for me in the kitchen.

Of course this made me happy. I am NOT a morning person (wrong career path, much? I think so!). And he used to make me breakfast all of the time when I would stay over in college (I was never one to live at his place 24/7. I figured we had the rest of our lives to live together).

So I forced myself out of the comforts of our warm bed and sauntered into the kitchen to find this on the counter:

He had made muffins, his go to and easy breakfast. That are also very yummy. But this smiley face cuteness was a first. I will admit, it did help start my day off nice and with a smile.

Now only to train him to know to make me a cup of coffee with it…. 😉