Some photos that I needed to add to the collection. I didn’t want to leave any of the kids out, but the post was getting interminable.
I had my kids three years apart, but their birthdays are one month apart. Between the four of us in the family we celebrate our “burfdays” (as Carter calls them) from April to July. We have the last one this Sunday. Here are a few snaps from Robert’s 7th at Hunt Club Farms. The kids were tired, hot and dirty, which in my book makes for a good day.
A classic silhouette goes nicely in any room. For a black and white image, it’s surprising how expressive they can be.
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So here is my first attempt at a fondant cake. Fondant is actually easy to make; it’s not as easy to make it look like something.
I was worried that it would taste awful. It’s made with marshmallows and confectioners sugar. Yes, sugar and more sugar. But, it was really edible and not so thick that you couldn’t put a fork through it. But, buttercream is still my preference for tastiness.
The cake was good too. Under all of that icing, it stayed nice and moist. I was shocked, because a lot of fondant cakes I’ve had in the past have been very dense with a hint of dry-as-a-bone texture.
I was completely covered in cornstarch, powder sugar and food dye by the end.
www.whatscookingamerica.net/PegW/Fondant.htm This is a link to the website that guided me.
I also like this cake website for ideas. www.easy-cake-ideas.com Let me know if you have any favorites.
Here’s the recipe for homemade marshmallow fondant:
16 ounces white mini-marshmallows (a bag may only be 10.5 oz.)
2 to 5 tablespoons water
2 pounds confectioner sugar
Vegetable shortening (you’ll need about 1/4 cup to coat your hands and work surface)
The recipe for good buttercream icing can be found in another post. Click for BUTTERCREAM LINK.
Why are farts so funny?
We all break an occasional wind, just like we all walk, talk, sneeze, or sleep. So why is the fart such a hilarious moment that needs to be celebrated with snickers and high fives.
Belly-busting for busting tail.
I live with three men (two under the age of eight and one who should be old enough to know better), but for some reason if anyone cuts the cheese all decorum is lost. Even the stink-eye from mommy can’t bring them back from the brink.
Taco and chili nights are the best gas-producing dinners (unfortunately meals that I don’t have to threaten or bribe them to eat.) And now that we’ve entered into spring, the produce section is teeming with the green leafy veggies, those toot-fueling monsters. I admonish, “eat your greens,” but with my trepidation knowing what vapors lurk in their little bowels yearning to break free.
The only thing funnier than a fooster from my boys would be one from me.
High fives all around.