I made these desserts in separate little cups for the Superbowl but the recipe I had calls for it all to be made in one big bowl then divided. I also altered the recipe from coffee to cocoa, from vanilla pudding to white chocolate pudding and from plain cream cheese/whipped cream to strawberry flavored. The other way it was supposed to resemble tirimisu. Either way it's delicious.
Start by mixing together 2 cups of strawberry whipped cream, a package of strawberry cream cheese, 2 small boxes of white chocolate pudding and 2 cups of milk. Make a layer of vanilla wafer cookies on the bottom of the bowl (I crushed mine up since my cups were small). Drizzle some cold cocoa over the wafers. Top that with the pink mixture and layer some grated chocolate on next. Repeat the layers until the bowl/cups are full. Finish each cup with a spoonful of whipped cream from the tub and garnish with grated chocolate and a strawberry. Allow to set in the refrigerator for 2 hours and serve. These were so cute and just as fun to eat as they were to look at.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
What to Make
Here's another of my crock pot favorites. Start by mixing spaghetti sauce, chicken, and buffalo wing sauce in a bowl. Put a big spoonful of it in the bottom of the crock pot. Then alternate layers of uncooked lasagna noodles, then ricotta cheese, then chopped bell peppers, then shredded mozzarella cheese, more meat sauce, more noodles, etc until it's all used. Top it with a little extra shredded mozzarella and some blue cheese crumbles. Top that with a cup of water then cook all it for 4 hours on high.
This recipe makes a lot but for anyone who likes buffalo wing sauce and/or blue cheese then it's sure to be a hit and especially good as leftovers.
This recipe makes a lot but for anyone who likes buffalo wing sauce and/or blue cheese then it's sure to be a hit and especially good as leftovers.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Why Walmart isn't in Exile
After having experienced the frustration of Sunday (see below), I was adamant that I would not go willingly into a Walmart again. Fastforward to Monday. We had just left the doctor's office where my little girl insisted she did not need to use the restroom. Of course, when we arrived at Verizon where I was to merely pick up a phonebook, she urgently needed to pee. Much to my dismay, the only restroom in proximity was, of course, Walmart next door. We rushed in and in a moment of insanity, I decided to try for my box of paper again. This being a different, more rational Walmart, I was out of there with paper in hand in under 2 minutes. What was so different at this Walmart from the one across town the day before? Only the Walmart powers-that-be can know. For now, rather than being exiled from my shopping routine they are merely on probation. After all, who knows when I'm going to need a pacifier, tube of lipstick, dishtowels and 10W40 oil all in one stop again.
Walmart is on Probation
You should have seen me at about 1:20 on Sunday at Walmart. You'd have grabbed my arms and yelled at me "Don't do it! She's not worth it!" So here's how it all started:
First of all, if Walmart were a town, you'd lock your doors when you drove through. But that is neither here nor there. I still choose to shop there from time to time.
I needed three things; cream cheese, a box of printer paper, and glass dessert cups. Where, pray-tell do you think such things could all be obtained? Of course, Walmart. So the two kids and I trudged on over around noon, knowing that I had until 1:15 to pick up Daddy and grandpa from golf (Checking the times, you can begin to see my frustration, right?). As we walked in, one of my little sweethearts suggested we buy flowers for the pot they made me last year for mothers' day and some to share with Nana. Like Costco, you can't just buy what you are looking for in Walmart, you must buy at least 3 extra things, so we went to the garden department and picked a nice 6-pack of pansies to share with Nana. At 12:10 we walked past the clothes section and I remembered we're going to Cabo soon and I noticed a cute pair of shorts that would be perfect to bring along (Yes, I buy some clothes at Walmart, So does Taylor Swift, don't judge me). By 12:30 I had about 5 things in my cart but none of the three I had come in for orignially. We headed over to pick up the cream cheese and Daddy called to say he was about ready. I reminded him I had until 1:15 and he agreed that would be fine. Two isles away I found my dessert cups so all that was left was to buy my box of paper.......
.....by 1:00 I had found the place the paper was supposed to be, asked an associate who informed me I was in the wrong place, been relocated to the wrong place, relocated BACK to my original location and told it wasn't on the shelf (duh), and then led to the "area in the back" where they store the unstocked items. By 1:05 the associate had found me the unstocked item (I couldn't give up at that point, I was pot-committed). I rushed to the front to purchase my items and called Daddy to tell him we were running a little late.
After waiting for what seemed to be an eternity in line, I rang up all of my other items and all that was left was my box of paper. I scanned the barcode and was told "item not recognized" by the obviously-smarter-than-me computer. I deferred my intellect to an associate only to be shown the barcode and told to scan it [sigh]. I showed her what happens when you scan the barcode and she tried it herself (because she thought she was midas, obviously). By 1:20 she decided she would call her manager from the back. All I could imagine was the same worthless individual who led me on the wild goose chase for the box in the first place. She must have seen it in my face when she took a couple steps back. I told her I didn't have the time, left the box, and was 15 minutes late to pick up the guys.
My point here - Is the facillity of Walmart worth the hassle of the experience? Granted, there are some wonderful Walmarts, just not anywhere near me. In Texas they are an almost pleasurable experience. I think, given the option, I shall take Target any day of the week.
First of all, if Walmart were a town, you'd lock your doors when you drove through. But that is neither here nor there. I still choose to shop there from time to time.
I needed three things; cream cheese, a box of printer paper, and glass dessert cups. Where, pray-tell do you think such things could all be obtained? Of course, Walmart. So the two kids and I trudged on over around noon, knowing that I had until 1:15 to pick up Daddy and grandpa from golf (Checking the times, you can begin to see my frustration, right?). As we walked in, one of my little sweethearts suggested we buy flowers for the pot they made me last year for mothers' day and some to share with Nana. Like Costco, you can't just buy what you are looking for in Walmart, you must buy at least 3 extra things, so we went to the garden department and picked a nice 6-pack of pansies to share with Nana. At 12:10 we walked past the clothes section and I remembered we're going to Cabo soon and I noticed a cute pair of shorts that would be perfect to bring along (Yes, I buy some clothes at Walmart, So does Taylor Swift, don't judge me). By 12:30 I had about 5 things in my cart but none of the three I had come in for orignially. We headed over to pick up the cream cheese and Daddy called to say he was about ready. I reminded him I had until 1:15 and he agreed that would be fine. Two isles away I found my dessert cups so all that was left was to buy my box of paper.......
.....by 1:00 I had found the place the paper was supposed to be, asked an associate who informed me I was in the wrong place, been relocated to the wrong place, relocated BACK to my original location and told it wasn't on the shelf (duh), and then led to the "area in the back" where they store the unstocked items. By 1:05 the associate had found me the unstocked item (I couldn't give up at that point, I was pot-committed). I rushed to the front to purchase my items and called Daddy to tell him we were running a little late.
After waiting for what seemed to be an eternity in line, I rang up all of my other items and all that was left was my box of paper. I scanned the barcode and was told "item not recognized" by the obviously-smarter-than-me computer. I deferred my intellect to an associate only to be shown the barcode and told to scan it [sigh]. I showed her what happens when you scan the barcode and she tried it herself (because she thought she was midas, obviously). By 1:20 she decided she would call her manager from the back. All I could imagine was the same worthless individual who led me on the wild goose chase for the box in the first place. She must have seen it in my face when she took a couple steps back. I told her I didn't have the time, left the box, and was 15 minutes late to pick up the guys.
My point here - Is the facillity of Walmart worth the hassle of the experience? Granted, there are some wonderful Walmarts, just not anywhere near me. In Texas they are an almost pleasurable experience. I think, given the option, I shall take Target any day of the week.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
How do you keep kids busy for over an hour?
Take one babbling brook. Add two kids. Throw in some rocks and you have a sure fire way to burn at least an hour. I was amazed at how mesmerized the kids were with the simple act of throwing rocks into the water. Too bad we don't have a brook running on our property where I could watch them. They'd be there all the time.
NOTE: This little trick works on Daddy too.
Here's a shot of Daddy helping his little girl rinse off her hands :)
NOTE: This little trick works on Daddy too.
Here's a shot of Daddy helping his little girl rinse off her hands :)
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