Coffee Chocolate Cupcakes w/ Bailey's Irish Cream Frosting.

This was the first time that I used this recipe for both the cupcake batter and the frosting. Now this recipe has alcohol in it, and shouldn't be given to anyone underage of course. But I wouldn't see any problem with substituting the Bailey's Irish Cream (I used Duggan's Irish Cream, it was about $5 cheaper, but with the same outcome.) for the Bailey's Irish Cream Coffee Creamer, which has no alcohol in it. I wasn't thrilled with the outcome of the frosting, but then again I don't usually drink, and dislike the taste of the alcohol. I found this recipe off of the same website of the banana cupcakes, and the apple cupcakes that I have on my blog on the left side. Of let's get this going.

What you will need:

Frosting:

• 1 Stick Butter.
• 4 Cups Powered Sugar.
• 1/4 Cups Bailey's Irish Cream (or coffee creamer for no alcohol, or Duggan's (off brand)).
• 1 tsp. Vanilla.
• 1 tbsp. Milk.
• 2 tbsp. Coffee.

 Cupcakes:

• 1/2 tsp. Baking Soda.
• 1/4 Cup Buttermilk.
• 3 Heaping tbsp. Cocoa Powder.
• 1 Stick Butter.
• 1/2 Coffee.
• 1 Cup Sugar.
• 1 Cup Flour.
• 1/4 tsp. Salt.
• 1 Egg.
• 1/2 tsp. Vanilla.

Directions for Cupcakes: In small bowl, dissolve baking soda is room temperature buttermilk. In a sauce pan, on low heat, melt butter, and add cocoa. Mix til smooth. Add coffee to the cocoa mixture, then remove from heat. In another bowl, sift together the flour, sugar, and the salt. Add the cocoa mixture and egg to the flour mixture, and beat at low speed. Add the buttermilk mixture, and vanilla, beat until smooth. Preheat over to 350 degrees, bake for 20 minutes or until toothpick comes out clean.

Directions for Frosting: Beat all ingredients together until smooth. Spread onto cupcakes. 

Hope it turns out good, and you enjoy it. Happy Valentine's Day.

Cupcake #24

Blackberry Pie Crumble.

I found this recipe from pinterest.com and I couldn't resist. This was my first time making something like this, and I have to say, it turned out AMAZING. I followed the recipe from the website that I found it from almost exactly, but I did change one ingredient, and sense I don't have a food processor I used a pastry cutter, and my hands for the crust. I made sure that my hands were clean of course. It just made it a whole lot easier to combine the crust ingredients.

Things that you'll need:

Crust and Topping:

1. 3 cups all-purpose flour
2. 1 1/2 cups sugar
3. 1/4 tsp salt
4. 1 1/2 cups (3 sticks) unsalted butter, chilled

Filling:

1. 4 large eggs
2. 2 cups sugar
3. 1 cup sour cream
4. 3/4 cup flour
5. pinch salt
6. zest of 1/2 lemon
7. 1 tsp almond extract ( I used Vanilla extract.)
8. 2 (16-oz) packages frozen blackberries, thawed and drained

To make the crust and topping, preheat the oven to 350 degrees.  Grease a 9x13 inch baking pan.

Combine the flour, sugar, and salt in the bowl of a food processor (large mixing bowl).  Pulse a few times to mix (or use pastry cutter to mix together).  Cut the butter into 1/2-inch cubes, and add to the flour mixture.  Process until the butter is evenly distributed but the mixture is still crumbly, 30-60 seconds (or use pastry cutter/hands to cut in butter).

Reserve 1 1/2 cups of the mixture to use as the topping.  Press the remaining mixture into the bottom of the pan, and bake 12-15 minutes.  Cool for at least 10 minutes.

To make the filling, whisk the eggs in a large bowl, then add the sugar, sour cream, flour, salt, lemon zest, and almond extract.  Gently fold in the berries and spoon the mixture over the crust.  Sprinkle the remaining flour mixture evenly over the filling, and bake 45 to 55 minutes.

Cool at least 1 hour before cutting into bars, or scoop out of the pan to serve cobbler-style.

I enjoyed it very much, and I would make this again, and possibly use other fruits. I would consider using apple pie filling, peaches, cherry pie filling, or some other yummy fruit. I hope this turns out as good as it did for me as it did for you.

 

The link to the recipe that I used, but used vanilla instead, and no food proccesor.  

 

Blogs I Follow

http://adayinthelifeofamilitarywife-usmc.blogspot.com/

http://modernmomsguidetolife.blogspot.com/2012/01/responsible-kids.html

http://thiscrazylifeasamom.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-day-down.html

White and Green Stir Fry.

The white and green stir fry is an original recipe that I came up with while I was making it. The measurements are pretty much to taste, but I did try to measure them out. This will make quite a bit.

What you will need:

1.  2 Medium Zucchinis. (washed, cut in half length ways, and sliced)
2. 1 Bag of Frozen Broccoli. (or fresh)
3. 1 lb. of Bean Sprouts (rinsed and drained)
4. 2 4oz. Cans of Sliced Water Chestnuts.(drained)
5. 1 Medium Yellow or White Onion. (cut in half and sliced)
6. 1 lb. Of Sliced White Mushrooms.
7. About 1/2 Cup Soy Sauce. (more or less if desired)
8. About 1/4 Cup Worcestershire Sauce. (more or less if desired)
9. Salt.(season to taste)
10. Pepper.(season to taste)
11. Garlic Powder. (season to taste)

 In a large skillet put a small amount of vegetable oil and put to medium heat. The first ingredient that you want to start cooking is the broccoli. Cook for about five minutes or until no longer frozen, stirring occasionally. Next you want to throw in the onions, and let cook for another five minutes or so, til they are starting to become translucent, still stirring occasionally. Then you will put the mushrooms in, let cook another five minutes, give or take. Then the water chestnuts, let cook another few minutes, making sure to stir and mix all the ingredients together. Next you will put in the bean sprouts, mix together. Add salt, pepper, and garlic powder. Mix thoroughly. Finally add the soy sauce and  Worcestershire sauce. Mix all really well, and let cook down till the bean sprouts are just limp. Serve and enjoy.

Red Velvet Cookies w/Cream Filling.

I made these for my brother and sister-in-law's Christmas Party. I found the cookie recipe here...http://www.howsweeteats.com/2010/10/red-velvet-chocolate-chip-cookies-from-scratch/ although I didn't use chocolate chips in the cookies.

What you'll need for the cookies:

1/2 cup butter

1/2 cup sugar

1/2 cup brown sugar

1 egg

1 teaspoon vanilla

1 1/2 cups all purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/3 cup cocoa powder

1 teaspoon red food coloring (I added about 1/2 teaspoon more for darker color)

About 1 cup white chocolate chips (for drizzled topping)

What you'll need for the cream filling:

4 oz. Cream Cheese (room temperature)

1 teaspoon vanilla

2 cups powdered sugar

For Christmas themed I added about 1 teaspoon green food coloring.

Combine cream cheese, vanilla, and powdered sugar, (and food coloring) in bowl, and mix with electric mixer till smooth and well combined. Make about 12 balls using teaspoons and place on wax paper, cover and place in freezer for 2 hours.

Preheat oven to 375.

Cream butter and sugars together until fluffy in the bowl of an electric mixer. Add egg and vanilla and combine until smooth. Beat in red food coloring. Stir in cocoa, flour, baking soda and salt until just combined, scraping down the sides when needed. Cover two cookie sheets with parchment paper. Use a small amount of flour to cover your hands so you can make golf ball size balls out of the cookie dough so it won't stick to your hands. Place six balls of cookie dough on each cookie sheet, well spaced apart. Flatten each ball one at a time with palm of hand. Take one of the cream balls that you made earlier and place in the middle of each of the flatten cookie dough. Fold the cookie dough around each of the cream balls, and gently roll in to a ball, careful not to let the cream leak out. Place in over once you have added the cream to all the cookies. Bake for 10-15 minutes. Watch as they cook. Let cool and serve.

A Winter Message

A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air
Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek
A secret message, just for me to share;
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings – distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise:
A flake of snow returned from me afar.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010: 

http://poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-message/

The Raven

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.’
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,’ Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ – here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’ Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.’ But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’ Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,’ said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of “Never-nevermore.”‘ But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.’ This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he has sent thee
Respite – respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ `Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ `Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us – by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore! ~Edgar Allen Poe