Archive for June, 2010

Ugly Bread Day

If I’d known today was Ugly Bread Day I wouldn’t have gone to the effort to make these loaves to donate for the Relay for Life tonight.

Here are my failed attempts and pepperoni roll-up bread (it vomited) and Caraway Rye (don’t try new recipes when your tried and true have proven themselves!).

Now I’m trying to decide if I should even take them, or just eat a lot of bread this weekend…


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Today some of my fellow Relay for Life team members and I got our shirts ready for the big event on Friday night.

Our team name is “Helping Hands,” which we “borrowed” from the Church’s humanitarian efforts.  Our team is mostly comprised of church members in our area.

We “borrowed” a similar image for our shirts and ironed them onto the sleeves.  We thought there would be room on the front or the back, but they really filled up the shirts this year.  They look really great on the sleeves, though.

It was nice to have such great help, we were able to finish all the shirts in less than an hour!

Stay tuned, I’ll let you know how the event turns out, assuming I can figure out how to take pictures with my cell phone at night!

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I love freezing cookie dough this way so I can just pop as many, or as few, as I want in the oven at a time.

My poor cookie jar is always empty because we only eat our cookies warm!

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Baby Face Cake

I’m home alone.  My husband is in Washington D.C. until the 29th.

And you know what? He took the camera.

So you are stuck with cell phone pictures in the meantime.  Forgive me.

But I do want to share the cake I made for a co-worker’s baby shower tonight.

I used Joy the Baker’s Chocolate Cake recipe (very good, very dark- but next time I will use parchment paper in my cake pans, as it stuck even with flour spray), and Brown Eyed Baker’s Peanut Butter Frosting (I could have been eating this with a spoon), because even though I had enough fondant to cover the cake, I am totally unwilling to sacrifice taste for beauty.

I’m fairly happy with how it turned out.  The baby’s face is homemade fondant (tutorial forthcoming).  The chocolate frosting is just more leftover wedding reception melting chocolate.  We will never run out of milk chocolate here at the Flynn house.  I drew on her eyes with an edible marker and the pacifier is real.

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Owl Cupcakes

No, I haven’t forgotten that I have a blog.

Isn’t it silly how we give ourselves the same illusions every year that summer means more time?  I feel like I should NOT be as busy as I am and my house should NOT be as messy as it is.

But alas, I am, and it is.

I’m off to a church camping trip for the weekend, and tomorrow evening Steve leaves for 10 fun-filled days in Washington D.C.

As we run around like mad-men, try your hand at some fun owl cupcakes.  I made this one for my sister’s birthday this week, but who needs a special occasion for birds as cute as these?  Let me know what variations you try, I’ve seen some fun-ones out there and the possibilities seem endless!

These owl’s eyes are made of chocolate thumbprint cookies and the feathers are sliced almonds.

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Call #1, 7:40 pm:

Me: I just arrived at my mom’s school and the brand-new mural has graffiti on it and someone threw a rock through a classroom window.  The window is wide enough for someone to easily crawl through, and there is a lot of expensive stuff inside.

Dispatcher: We already know about it.

Me: Has someone checked it out? Do we know they aren’t in the building and that it is safe to go inside?

Dispatcher: Does it seem unsafe?

Me: Sure.

Dispatcher: Then don’t.

Me: But has an officer actually come to the scene?

Dispatcher: I think so.

Me: But you don’t know for sure.

Dispatcher: Give me a minute…. Yeah, it looks like he left about 2 minutes ago.

Me: Has someone notified the Principle or the school district?

Dispatcher: I don’t know.

Me: Thank you.


Dispatcher: We are just calling to let you know that we already knew about the incident you reported and an officer left the scene about 5 minutes ago.

Me: Has anyone notified the school so it can be fixed before people crawl in the window and steal things?

Dispatcher: They almost always notify a responsible party.

Me: Do you know if they did this time?

Dispatcher: The officer that took the report is on his lunch break, do you really want me to interrupt him to ask that?

Me: Thank you for your time.

(We decided to just call the Principal and the school district ourselves at that point)

Call #2, 8:22 p.m.

(I’ll stop the whole dialog business and just tell you what happened now)

As we decided to leave the school and go home, we noticed a car parked on the street in front of the school with its windshield wipers going (it wasn’t raining).  Its windows were very heavily tinted, so at first we couldn’t tell if anyone was inside, but then a person moved and we could see them.  Suddenly the wipers turned off, but the car still sat there.  We decided to turn around and sit in the parking lot to see if they got out of the car or if they were waiting from someone from a nearby house.  After a couple minutes, Mom used my phone to call 911 and report suspicious activity at the scene of a recent crime.  We stayed for a little longer.

Suddenly the car’s headlights and wipers turned back on and then off again, as if the driver had turned the key to start the car and then changed his mind.  I joked to my mom that he had probably just seen a police car pull up and decided to drive away and then changed his mind.  Sure enough, seconds later a police car drives slowly by, checking things out.  By now maintenance had arrived to fix the window and we decided it was time to go.

Call #3, around 3 a.m.

This call I know the least about, because Steve made it and told me about it briefly before falling asleep.

He was driving home from work, and someone egged his car. He called the police, waited for the officer to come, filed a report, and then went to wash his car.  My tired husband came into our bedroom at 4:30 this morning and realized he had forgotten to collect the gas prices we needed to call in.  I told him to go to bed and I put on my bathrobe and left to get the gas prices.

Close call, 4:30 a.m.

As I’m driving down the highway, I realize there is a person walking towards me, in my lane.  As I get nearer I can tell he is stumbling a lot, and he is holding his arms spread eagle.  I swerve around him and then I begin to wonder- Could Steve and I somehow get in trouble if our phones are used for 4 separate 911 calls that close together?

Luckily, as I pulled up to the gas station down the road (having made up my mind that I would call if he was still there on my way back in about 3 minutes), there was a police car in the parking lot, and I just drove up, rolled down my window and notified him face to face.  He described the person to me correctly, and said he would go have another chat with the same young man he had just spoken with a few moments earlier.

What is your 911 call record?

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I’m afraid I’ve had a few too many irons in the fire this week to post as often as I want to.

Between birthdays, Rubi’s graduation, the last week of classes before finals, being sick, and being lazy, I haven’t had much time to do anything else.

So, today I’m going to share with you the recipe for Steve’s Potato salad, which is the best I’ve ever had.  It is easy for me to share because it is already typed up from the cookbook I made for my sister last year.

I’m all about easy today.

It’s probably more technically Steve’s Mom’s Potato salad, but knowing my husband’s knack for changing recipes I’ll let the name stay.


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