SURE, buddy!!! :)

I have a nephew. I don't have just ANY nephew. I have an adorable nephew. I have a nephew who can bat his blue eyes, shake his blond curls and melt hearts.


I have a nephew who KNOWS he holds this power over his Ay-Lay (yes, he CAN pronounce my name but chooses not to..."I call her Ay-Lay!" His words, not mine).

I mean LOOK at that face! If he asked YOU for a Wonder Pets cake, wouldn't you have the uncontrollable urge to answer "SURE, buddy!!!" (...even though you had never made any sort of cake that was stacked or decorated or adorned with candles for all the world to see! ...not to mention you had absolutely no idea what the heck a wonder pet even was?! Eeek.)? Obviously thinking before speaking is not in my repertoire.


So Ay-Lay did what any good Ay-Lay would do. 


1. Watched some cartoons, baked and decorated (oh yeah...and subsequently ate...don't judge...) a practice cake (yes, it was two tiers! Gah. I said don't judge...)


2. Pretty pleased her artistic hubs into helping her with her "artistic vision" (ie, begged him to sketch a birthday-banner toting airplane then tricked him into cutting it (and trees and clouds) out of fondant...I'm good like that!)


3. Baked the real thang and covered it in marshmallow fondant (WAY easier than it sounds...tutorial to come! But for now, here's the recipe...yes, the website looks a bit sketch ;) BUT the recipe works great! I just added 2 Tbsp of white corn syrup for shine/pliability)


4. Loaded it up into the Jeep (the hubs, a self-admitted klutz, wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole) and hauled it 4 hours to the home of my darlin' nephew. Whew!

Wouldn't you have done the same? The darlin' boy was EX-CI-TED about the Fly Boat. First thing out of his mouth: "I eat fly boat, Ay-Lay?!" 


"SURE, buddy!!!" (noticing a theme here?) 

Thank goodness my cereal treat idea FLOPPED (literally...couldn't get the dang things stiff enough to hold shape), and I was forced to use cake for aforementioned Fly Boat. Whew.

As you can see, the chocolate cake that was the bottom tier didn't hold up quite as well as it could have (we'll blame it on the hubs for hitting all those bumps. Gaaaah, hubs...). 

However, the yellow cake that was the top tier was very durable and delish! It actually tasted like sugar cookies...weirdish but goodish. The crumb was rather coarse, though...but not off-puttingly so (don't you love the word off-putting? Sounds like some kind of British dessert, huh?).


If you'd like to give the recipe a try, I'd love for you to...only I can't find the stinkin' thing! Ahh! Note to self: Consider organization as a New Year's resolution. :-/

Thank goodness Brayden has a Mamaw Jane who frequents Fred's, the ONLY place these adorable little Wonder Pets could be found. (What is a Fred's? Only the best dollar store south of the Mason Dixon!)




Ooooo! A coooookie!!! What?! A WONDER PETS cookie? My Ay-Lay must luuuuuv me!





Ay-Lay, I must admit these are relatively cool, but they kinda taste like plastic.

 Up next...those Wonder Pets cookies and the loss of my flooded sugar cookie virginity. Stay tuned!


Soon to come...evidence of my messes! Kitchen, get ready for some Thanksgiving baking! Whoo!


Happy mess making!
Lacie :)

p.s. Didn't get quite enough cuteness? Here's a video of B blowing out his candle. Adorbs!

p.p.s. At the end, he says, "We've got to take the Wonder Pets off!" And then he ate the Fly Boat. :)

I'M BLOGGIN' IT!!!!!

After months of creeping and HOURS stalking baking and cooking (but mostly baking) blogs, I'm doing it!

The hubs has suggested on several occasions (ie., when I'm pulling a hawt loaf of bread out of the oven or when we're indulging in our umpteenth piece of flour-frosting encrusted chocolate cake) that I start my own blog rather than just fantasizing that MY name is Bridget and that I'M the cookie queen.

I'd always look around at the kitchen I'd just "blown up" (the hubs' words, not mine) and whine about being too messy to blog about my culinary creations. "Baking goddesses don't make messes! *pout* I don't even have cute measuring cups or spoons!"

But like my lack of melanin and my hefty sprinkling of freckles, I'm embracing my complete inability to keep flour in its container and spoons on their rests (come on...who really does that?!?! And why do I even have one?!?!).

I. make. messes.

I make DELICIOUS messes!

So while the process might not be picture perfect, I've yet to meet a tummy that minded.

p.s. Speaking of picture perfect, the Southern Belle pretty much rocks that department. :)




Apparently, this was always my thing.

 
Happy mess making!
Lacie :)