What Is In Your Pot?


Do you want to learn something about yourself? Are you ready to take an honest look at the kind of person you really are? Ask yourself this question or if you have the nerve, ask your most honest friend and family member this question.


What do I stir up?

The answer might surprise you. Is it happiness, laughter, joy, deeper thinking, calmness, fear, panic, negativity, worry, confidence, healing, pain, inspiration, blame, motivation, hope, doom and gloom, anger, trouble, conflict, peace?

Go ahead, ask, I dare you!

Cinnabon Cinnamon Roll Cake


Oh hi! Did the title happen to tug at your attention? If it did, then you are probably a lover of coffee cake and cinnamon rolls just like me. I promise you will thank me later for this wonderful recipe from Six Sisters Stuff. Never in a million years did I ever think I was capable of making a cinnamon roll better than any I have already tasted, but this recipe really took the cake. Sorry for the terrible joke! So, without further ado, here is the recipe. I hope you give it a try and enjoy it as much as I have.

Cinnabon Cinnamon Roll Cake
3 cups flour
1/4 tsp salt
1 cup sugar
4 tsp baking powder
1 1/2 cup milk
2 eggs
2 tsp vanilla
4 T butter, melted
2 sticks (1 cup) butter, softened
1 cup brown sugar
2 T flour
1 T cinnamon
2/3 cups nuts (optional)

2 cups powdered sugar
5 T milk
1 tsp vanilla

With an electric mixer or stand-up mixer, mix 3 cups flour, sugar, salt, baking powder, milk, eggs, and vanilla. Once combined well, slowly stir in 4 T melted butter. Pour batter into a greased 9×13″ baking pan.
In a large bowl, mix the 2 sticks of softened butter, brown sugar, 2 tablespoons flour, cinnamon, and nuts until well combined. Drop evenly over cake batter by the tablespoon and use a knife to marble/swirl through the cake. Bake at 350 degrees for 25-30 minutes or until toothpick comes out nearly clean from center. Place powdered sugar, milk, and vanilla in a large bowl. Whisk until smooth. Drizzle over warm cake. Serve warm (we like it straight out of the oven) or at room temperature.

I must admit I used more of everything mixed in the large bowl. The more you use and mix into the cake, the better it will taste. We didn’t even need the drizzle and chose to eat our delightful slice of heaven without it.


This Girl Really is on FIRE!


There I was, in the kitchen, warming the bread for the fresh bruschetta mixture I had just whipped up. The stuffed shells had 10 minutes of cooking time left and for a Friday, at the end of spring break, I seemed to have it all together. My husband walked in just at the right time and announced he was starving. I pulled the fresh warm bread out of the oven and stood there looking like Sally Homemaker, smile plastered on my face waving at him like Queen Elizabeth with my oven mitt while he smiled lovingly and waved back. I thought I smelled something burning but I held his gaze and continued to wave. That is the moment I spotted flames coming from the top of my oven mitt. My daughter was rolling on the ground in hysterics yelling Mom, you really are on fire! I was screaming, how could you all stand there and watch me burn! This is definitely a night that will go down in our family history book! Hope you get a little chuckle out of it too!


A Piece of Cake


I would love to tell you I am about to blog about something profound. Perhaps something that will make you look deep inside yourself and search your soul while racing to the finish line to become your perfect higher self. But today I am just planning on telling you something completely insignificant.

I was at the grocery store today, wandering around, wondering what to have for dinner tonight. That is one thing I am absolutely horrible at, planning dinners. In fact the only thing I am worse at, is actually following through and cooking dinners. I don’t know why I have a mental block when it comes dinner time, maybe because I become so bothered just thinking about it, that I am completely exhausted by the time I get to the store. But, I acknowledge that quirk as part of who I am and acceptingly allow it to exist. So, as I was walking around in circles, coming up with absolutely nothing, I spotted this beautiful, very large piece of strawberry shortcake. I tried my best to walk past it but became distracted by the magnetic pull it was having on my cart. I picked it up to take a closer look, and the closer I got, the better it looked. I even stood there and argued with myself for a minute or two, but the impulsive and demanding toddler in me told that voice of reason to shut up as my little girl screamed I WANT IT, I WANT, I WANT IT and I won’t stop screaming until you put it in the cart. You can imagine how embarrassing that must have been with everyone staring while that spoiled little girl continued to scream, so I had no choice to PICK it up and PUT it in my cart. I told her I was very disappointed in her behavior, but I understood how it feels to want a piece of cake. So, she agreed to share it with me, and that is what we will be eating for dinner tonight. I just hope no one else is hungry because she really doesn’t like to share.