Entries categorized as ‘happiness’
Beat 2 egg whites until stiff, add 1 c. brown sugar and beat until well blended. Spread on cake batter, sprinkle with 1/2 c. chopped nuts. Bake.
found in my grandma's 1943 joy of cooking
I happened on this recipe card this morning when looking for a recipe for blondies and it fascinated me because it’s basically a meringue put on top of raw cake batter and then baked with the cake. It was stuck in between pages with yellow cake recipes and that’s my favorite cake.
I love seeing my grandma’s handwriting. I miss getting a letters from her. When she was alive she mailed a letter to me every 2-4 weeks. We sent letters back and forth to each other for 20 years.
Categories: food · happiness · recipe
Tagged: 1943, frosting, handwriting, harriet rasaka, joy of cooking, yellow cake
(from 2004)
loulou
brigit
elsa
haley
inge
palva
tayte
mika
babette
eloise
paola
zola
birkita
nola
sadie
casey
petra
alice
doris
clara
imogen
hester
freya/freja
ruby
cat
lucy spike
amelia
ophelia
zelda
betty
flannery
scarlet
jane
sarah
ry
max
nan
lucinda
fred
lota
emma
della
lulu
pete
brigid
keelin
harry
lolly
maeve
maeva
orla
siofra
berit
serge
tilda
dahlia
eir
hank
Categories: happiness
Tagged: baby names
December 17, 2009 · 1 Comment
Lucy and her friend Olivia singing along in the car to “Ants Go Marching On” and “I’m Bringing Home a Baby Bumblebee”
Bugsy Singalong (2:23 minutes MP3)
Lucy’s favorite music to listen to in the car used to be John Denver and The Muppets “A Christmas Together.” I could do a complete performance of that album from memory (so could Moya). We listened to it every time we were in the car for over a year.
Then a friend of Lucy’s handed out a mix CD called Bugsy on his last birthday (made by his dad) and now we listen to that every time we’re in the car.
I prefer opera and blues and pop music but I’m not in the booster seat.
Categories: happiness
Tagged: ad nauseum, lucy, singalong
This morning I spotted a pint of heavy whipping cream in the fridge about to expire. I was browsing twitter updates and saw a link to a recipe for Homemade Bailey’s by @mizmaggieb. Lightbulbs in my spacecase mind! I could double the recipe and use the whole pint of cream and then bottle up the result and give it to friends.
I dropped Lucy off at school and picked up some instant coffee from Starbucks. Then I walked down to Bi-Rite Market to get some pastured eggs – they are the only store I know around the neighborhoods I walk (Mission, SOMA, FiDi, Castro) that regularly have pastured eggs in stock. I expected to find eggs from Eatwell or Clark Summit or Soul Food Farm or Marin Sun Farm, and then was pleased to find pasture raised eggs from farms I’d never heard of: Lazy 69 Ranch and Sinclair Family Farm.
I picked up a bottle of Bushmill’s whiskey which reminded me of meeting Moya in 1997 and of marrying her for the 3rd time in 2008.
Irish tradition (I married an Irish gal)
I got another can of sweetened condensed milk which always reminds me of my fabulously missed late grandma. And some Recchiuti extra bitter chocolate sauce which is probably heavier than the recipe requires, but it looked so much more delicious than the bottle of plain chocolate syrup. Why skimp when the ingredients list is already so decadent?!
I dumped all of the ingredients in the mixing bowl. It’s a simple recipe – you just whip together fresh eggs, almond extract, vanilla extract, chocolate syrup, instant coffee granules, sweetened condensed milk, whiskey, and whipping cream.
While I was scraping out the cans of sweetened condensed milk I was reminded of my grandma’s voice telling the story of how her mom would always use every last drop of sweetened condensed milk from a can by pouring coffee in the can and dissolving the last bits of sweet milk with the coffee.
every last drop of sweet
I don’t like milk in my coffee but I’ll drink coffee out of the remains in a can like this.
Here’s the finished product ready for a label:
Store in the fridge, not by the tree
Categories: cocktail · happiness · storytelling
Tagged: inspired
