20120722

For the Mamas and Papas

For all you Mamas and Papas and Anyone who has cared unconditionally for the needs of little ones....

(For the rest of you: you will be grossed out and not understand how I could let myself do what I do in the following story.)

The kids and I had a wonderful day at the beach last week.  It was cool and overcast with low waves.  The kids had a blast in the sand!  They were covered from head to toe.  At one point I looked over at Li'l Bit and she was literally rolling around like a dog, giggling.  So, as soon as we got home they each took a very thorough shower.
Gizmo was the last to get clean, and I observed most of his showering skills to be quite impressive.  I mean, he washed his feet twice with soap and a rag.  I thought the coast was clear.  When I got him out of the shower and wrapped the towel around him, I pulled a Mom.  A big one.  I ran my finger between his booty cheeks to make sure he'd gotten all the sand out.  And I asked, "Did you get all the sand out of here?"  
His nonchalant response: "Huh. I forgot to wash in there."
I took the next shower.


These are photos from a different beach trip.  They still got all wet and sandy even though they were fully dressed.















20120714

Longest Cake Recipe Ever

I've gotten in the habit of making my friend, Stacey, the most decadent cake possible on her birthday.  Two years ago it was a Chocolate Toasted-Coconut Cheesecake--not bad, if I do say so myself.  Last year we were 1500 miles apart, so we just took her to Cock of the Walk when she visited that Summer.  (Shout out to the big AR!)  This year she said, "I don't care.  Just chocolate.  Anything chocolate."  And viola!  I found a recipe I'd been DYING to try but needed a big occasion to justify the effort.  True to form I can't just follow the dadgum recipe.  I had to change this and that, and that is what we have below.  Take it or leave it.

On her actual birthday Stacey was fairly certain that her dearest friend had been killed in Syria, so it was to say the least, a heavy hearted occasion.  But last night was not.  Her friend is home, safe, and alive, and we are all rejoicing!  So last night I served up a fresh plate of birthday cake!

Now listen here.  Although very simple in ingredients, this cake has three distinctly demanding steps.  You'll have to pardon my wordiness if you actually read the recipe.  If any of my friends try this cake, I need to share my full experience--especially what I learned from my mistakes.  Without further ado, may I present....

Stacey's Birthday Cake
a.k.a. You Know I Love You Cake
a.k.a. Double-Chocolate Praline-Fudge Cake

The Cake:
Ingredients~
1 1/2 cups butter
1/2 cup cocoa
1 1/2 cups water
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3/4 cup buttermilk
3 eggs
1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla
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3 cups sugar
3 cups flour
3/4 teaspoon salt

-Combine your buttermilk, eggs, baking soda, and vanilla in your main mixing bowl first thing.  Give it a good, little mix.  It's nice to get everything to room temperature when you're making a cake.
-Heat your first 3 ingredients in a saucepan over low heat, stirring constantly, just till butter is melted and it's all nice and smooth.  Cool. (You don't want this mixture to cook your eggs in the mixing bowl.)
-Line 3, 9-inch round cake pans with foil and grease generously.  The foil will make it MUCH easier to extract the cakes from the pans.  And you can peel it back once it's cooled. (Foil is easier to mold than parchment.)
-Then go ahead and mix your sugar, flour and salt in a separate bowl.  You'll need it soon.
-NOW, pour your cooled cocoa mixture into your room-temp buttermilk mixture and mix until blended.  Finally add the flour mixture and blend until, well, blended.  The batter is thin.
-As best you can humanly manage, divide the batter evenly between your three cake pans.  Bake @ 350 degrees for 25-35 minutes, using the trusty toothpick test for doneness.  You did remember to turn your oven on, right?
-Take the layers out of pans and cool completely on wire racks.  Peel the foil off when you're ready to assemble.

Now for the ganache....oh, the ganache.....don't worry.  If it doesn't set you can just add powdered sugar to thicken it.  That's what I had to do the first time.

Ganache:
Ingredients~
2, 12-oz pkgs. semi-sweet chocolate chips
2/3 cup heavy cream
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter

(You can halve these amounts if you want thinner layers of ganache.  Sissy.)

-Here's the deal y'all.  Chocolate is sensitive.  It's delicate.  You need to melt it and combine it with other things, but you can't let it get too hot or it won't do what you want it to do.  So, combine your chips and cream in a heavy saucepan and heat ever so gently, stirring constantly.  Your chips need to get to the point that they are melting, but not completely melted.  You want to be able to remove the pan from the heat and whisk a still lumpy mixture to a completely smooth mixture.  While you are doing this whisking you're going to add your butter one slice at a time.  Whisk until your arm hurts and the mixture is smooth.  
Then you wait.  
To see whether you've succeeded or failed.
I usually fail.
The pan needs to set in a cool kitchen for 25 minutes, being whisked often, until it reaches spreading consistency.  
(We have refused to put AC units in downstairs, so my kitchen is a toasty 85 degrees in the afternoon.  Which means, I had to set my ganache in the fridge.  It did actually set, which was a miracle, but I had to keep the assembled cake in the fridge constantly or the ganache would start melting again.)
If it has reached spreading consistency on its own, spread it between your cake layers--and the sides if you so dare.  If not, just beat in as much powdered sugar as is necessary, and then spread the dadgum ganache on the blasted cake.
And lick the bowl.

Now you can make the Praline Fudge Frosting!
Ingredients~
1/4 cup butter
1 cup packed brown sugar
1/3 cup heavy cream
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1 cup powdered sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup chopped pecans

-Bring first 3 ingredients to a boil, stirring often.  Once it is at a full boil--with bubbles in the middle as well as the edges--boil for 1 minute.  Literally, 1 minute.  Remove from heat and whisk in powdered sugar and vanilla until smooth.  Add pecans and stir for 3-5 minutes until it starts to thicken and cool a bit.  Pour immediately over your hallowed cake and allow to cool.

Slice it up and enjoy!



20120704

On Death and Dying

Melissa was not much older than I.  They diagnosed her with stomach cancer, and 4 torturous months later she was gone.
We hadn't lived life together in nearly five years.  If she were alive and well, we'd be lucky to see each other once every few years.  And yet, when I finally got the message--the one I knew full well was coming--I broke.  
Grief is such a bazaar sensation.  It's as if your heart completely deflates, but the aching fills the whole of your chest.  You feel empty, crushed, yet so full of pain and longing your ribs creak with tightness.  Being true to form I first tried to deny grief by analyzing it.  What a short analysis it was!  I soon stumbled upon the shard of a broken world.  He never meant death for us. 
The death we face every moment....the chasm between eternity and our temporal....that is not what He wanted for us.  That's why this hurts so, so badly.  This world is now fallen, and man, crooked and depraved.
The aching does not subside.  It only swells to bursting and my heart nearly disappears with the realization that this is the world my children will also know.
To live is Christ, to die is gain, finally starts to make flesh and blood sense.  I've been taught it 1001 times, but no one can teach you something you're not ready to fully know.  Brokenness is often the only way we find something not of ourselves.  
We took a road trip to Virginia for her funeral.  The whole time I wondered why I felt like I HAD to go--or else I would be missing an inner-working part.  As far as I know she is ill concerned with what is going on here--who makes it to her funeral or what the ceremony looks like.  She has much bigger fish to fry these days.  I spent half of the ceremony wondering if she would have liked it.  Is it the way she would have wanted?  Then I realized it didn't really matter.  Funerals are not for the departed.  They are for the ones who need to say goodbye.  And that is why I HAD to be there.  I needed to see her face devoid of her spirit.  I needed to see the casket close and leave for burial.  I don't know why, but I needed that to know this really happened.


She loved the beach and champagne, so that's how we said our own little farewell.
Standing as close to the water as possible, I stood and stared.  She loved this water so much, and I wanted to touch that part of her.  I started to feel the water pushing in...pulling out.  I felt it in my chest, my back, my legs.  The power of something so great, I could feel it pull me without even getting my toes wet. I longed to stretch my arms out and somehow understand that power.  Feeling that, I was struck dumb: Melissa can.  Now she can.  This power is from God, and there is no longer a chasm between her and His eternity.  And then I felt utterly and completely left behind.  I was not sorry for myself.  I was simply sober with the realization that we who stand here grieving her death....we are the ones still in the process of dying.