Confession of an Imposter Domestic Goddess Part…..3?

I’m already losing track……Mommy brain! It’s real!!

Confession #4 I don’t find cooking as enjoyable as I did before kids.

I know I’m a terrible mother!!! Before babies and when I was first married I looked forward to cooking meals. Baking. Creating. Making up as I went along. Impressing my hubs with all my mad cooking skills in the kitchen and making him enjoy food that was fresh and not processed. Now that my baby girl is here and I have a full of life toddler cooking/baking seems much more like a chore.

Like right now. I’m making a grocery list. BORING!!!! Actually right now I’m blogging while I should be making grocery list. Figuring out meals for the rest of the week! Double Boring!!!! All the while trying to stick to a budget along with trying to stick with a Paleo menu so that my baby girl doesn’t stay up in the wee hours of the morning gassy!! I know. Poor me, right? Infinity Boring!!!

I miss the days where I would find something to cook. Make a trip to the grocery store. Get all the ingredients and then create or follow a recipe. Whichever. Now I go through my cookbooks a.k.a Pinterest and try my hardest to find something yummy, Paleo worthy, and something that can stick to my budget. Not fun!

Cooking/baking would relax me. I enjoyed spending time in the kitchen playing with food. I would often think about the next fun thing I could create in the kitchen. The irony is I constantly think about food and what I’ll be cooking next but not in the way I used to. Like I said feels like a chore these days.

Break out the violins!

Anyone out there feel the same way? I hope I’m not alone

Confessions of an Imposter Domestic Goddess- Part 2

Confession # 3 This cake isn’t entirely from scratch. Meaning I did make the frosting & filling from scratch. I confess I used a box cake. Gasp!! I enjoy baking and I love experimenting with different cake recipes, but this mama was short on time. Plus having a toddler & and 2 1/2 month old I think I rocked this out!!!

The good thing is I won’t be having a Miranda Moment with this cake. This is my hubs birthday cake and he is taking the rest with him to work. Thank the Lord!!!

This cake is freakin delish!!! So worth making!!!!

If you have zero will power against yummy cake like myself refer to my previous post!

Dish Soap. Nuff said!

Update: I’m off my Paleo diet as of…..well….as of this morning when I actually had the chance to taste this glorious cake!! I’ve since had 4 very small pieces of cake. I’m wondering if I can get my husband to leave for work early so that I won’t have to throw his birthday cake in the garbage and pour pour dish soap on it.

Eating another piece in 5…..4…………3……………2……….

Macaroon Mash-up

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So last week I finally decided that NOW was the time to make the delicious macaroons I wrote about before. I also thought that this would be a fun activity for me and my little goose. Hind-sight is 20/20. I’d say if this is your first time making Macaro(o)ns I wouldn’t advise having a toddler help out. Ok scratch that. What I meant to say is if you plan on having the yummy treats turn out as close to the recipe/pictures as possible I wouldn’t suggest doing that with a toddler. Ok scratch that part. There is no way I could make those things perfect on my own much less with a toddler by my side.  But my little goose loves to help mommy in the kitchen and I love it when he does so I didn’t even think about it.

I had intentions of starting a foodie section. Where I attempt to make recipes that would be scrumptious to all. I even took pictures so that I could do a little step-by-step, but as mentioned above things didn’t necessarily turn out as planned. However, there is proof:

This is proof that my macaroons were definitely not like the pictures I was following. Anywho, I’m just gonna say that my sweet adorable son has mad skillz in the kitchen. He LOVES to help me as much as possible. For example, he always wants to make eggs for breakfast, but that doesn’t mean he wants to eat them. He just prefers helping me cook them.

Ok back to the macaroons.  Things were going smoothly.  I was letting him pour and mix the ingredients. We were having a good time.

Then we got to this part of the recipe:

 Ordinarily I would dive in and taste the batter or is it dough? Anyway, I didn’t want him doing it so I didn’t do it. The thing is I often make cookies and he sees me eating the cookie dough so he dove right in and started sampling it. This is where the meltdown began and this is where the macaroons had to “rest” before I could get back to making them.

We had a little time out before we could regain our composure and return to our macaroon making session. Might I also add that this is the very first time ever in my entire life that I’ve ever used a pastry bag. The first time I’ve piped anything ever and sadly it shows.  I realized after the macaroon meltdown that my new task at hand was just to finish making them and hope for the best.

Happy Again

Again I want to say that this cute little guy has mad skillz in the kitchen. We had to make the whipped cream for the filling and he was a pro. I was supervising closley of course. What you won’t see in these pictures is my odd contorted self trying to get good shots of him whipping the cream while making sure nothing goes awry.

Mad Skillz

I will say that during this fun experiment. I think that’s a great word to describe what was going on that day. It wasn’t sunshine and lollipops. I’m pretty sure I broke a sweat trying to make these things while having him help me along with getting frustrated with him not listening and let’s not forget our meltdown.

Picture perfect these were not <insert Yoda voice here >. BUT  OH MY GOSH!!! HELLO!!! They were delicious!!

The best part of all was seeing my little goose enjoy them.

Toddler approved

Mini Vaca for Mommy

Tuesday I had a case of the crazies.  

My little goose had been sick for a little over a week which means we went absolutely NOWHERE except to the doctor’s.  When my hubs walked in the door that evening he could see me foaming at the mouth working myself into a frenzy.  Our eyes connected and he knew without a word being spoken that I needed to GET. OUT!!!  With the crazies steadily taking over I started ranting about something or other. I honestly have no idea what I even said. As I was washing dishes he told me that I needed to get out for a little bit.

My hubs has this incredible ability to convince me to leave. It goes something like this:

Hubs:  Babe, you need to get out of the house. Just take a break for a little bit.

Me: I CANNOT possibly leave this house with all the things I still need to do. ( This is where I begin listing my various tasks that have fallen by the wayside since my little goose has been sick)

Hubs:  You can do that stuff later just take a moment to yourself.

Me:  YOU. DON’T. UNDERSTAND!!  There’s just too much to get done and not enough time to do it in. (As tears start streaming down my face and I’m shaking my hand at him trying to emphasize the Category 5 hurricane that is about to unleash on him)

Hubs: Begins grabbing my purse and keys as he hands them to me and says, “LEAVE”.

How can I resist being kicked out of my own house?  As I drive away I’m kind of giddy with excitement as to where I can possibly go for my mini vacation. I could head to Old Navy. I have a gift card afterall. I could head to Michaels.  I need some more yarn for my current project.  Hmmm….I settle on Barnes & Noble.

Let me tell you it was like Heaven to me. I can’t tell you the last time I set foot into an actual bookstore. I have a Kindle Fire that my hubs bought me for Valentine’s Day so I’ve only had to push a button to buy myself a book. When I walked into Barnes it was like I was coming home. There’s just something about walking into a bookstore and spending my sweet time looking at the books and yes even smelling them.  I walked up and down nearly every aisle of books. It was wonderful!!

I eventually found myself in the cookbook section. I begin to hear this heavenly voice that sounded so familiar and I was trying to remember where I’d  heard it before. As I was following the sound of the voice I looked up and saw this bright heavenly light shining and this is what had been calling to me.

It was The Pioneer Woman and she was speaking to me!!  Not really, but it was magical all the same.  I grabbed that cookbook and hugged it like we were long lost friends. I flipped through it and salivated at all the food I would be cooking and eating and eating and eating.  I also picked up a lovely little cookbook for Macaroons. That’s Macaroons with two o’s.  You say Macaroons. I say Macarons. Sounds the same to me.

My mini vaca lasted about an hour. I returned home refreshed and rejuvenated. I sat down with my new cookbooks and enjoyed the rest of my night.

Bon Appetit

This is what called to me

I know it’s been quite some time since I’ve let my fingers do the talkin’, but I’ve just been so uninspired to write anything. Until yesterday when I was standing in the checkout line of my 3rd grocery store of the day. I always look at the magazines in line. I mean that’s how I catch up on the latest Kardashian train wreck, see what I should be wearing this spring, how my body should really look if only I could carry around a a life size computer/monitor in front of me and have it photoshop me every time a new flaw made its presence known, and all the ways I can cook food. Then I heard the angels break out in song and this particular magazine called out to me in a sweet sing songy voice. I turned around to see the April issue of Bon Appetit. Yes, it was love at first sight. Although I really tried to talk myself out of buying the magazine as I have a pile of magazines at home that I have little time to enjoy. I just couldn’t resist the temptation of buying it and very possibly trying out the recipes.

So I bought it and brought it home. I sat down and practically smelled the cover of it. What I mean is I could practically smell the fresh baked sticky bun on it’s cover although I do enjoy a good sniff of magazine pages. Don’t judge. You know you do it too. This wondrous magazine made me want to get back in my kitchen and cook. I became inspired and even tried out a new recipe last night for dinner. The dinner was so-so but I enjoyed it more because I tried something new. This also reminded me of how I do actually enjoy cooking and baking. Can you believe it??!!? A 21st century woman enjoying cooking you say. I enjoyed it when it was the 20th century too. In fact, that’s where my love of cooking began.

A long long time ago in the 20th century a young girl (me) opened the pantry to discover an abundance of Rice-A Roni which she loved immensely. As she was making this delectable rice from a box she thought to herself, “Why can’t I just make this from scratch”? And so began her journey and devotion to making only  things from scratch. She was bound and determined to make food like her elders did in the beginning of the 20th century and way way back in the 19th century, but with the modern conveniences of electricity of course.

I’m pretty sure that was my light bulb moment. It was more like why aren’t there more people making food from scratch rather than a box?  Or more accurately why aren’t there any women who like to cook anymore? Or who cook at all? I stood there in the kitchen thinking about all the women I knew that never actually cooked and it surprised me. This is where I was introduced to Martha Stewart. Well, not up close and personal, but I subscribed to her magazine and that is when I practically tried everything she cooked. Sort of. I have to say that she has some very complicated things, but at that point in my life I had this determination to prove to the world that cooking wasn’t hard and it was enjoyable. There’s a story coming…..

This 20th century girl had stumbled upon this Homemaker extrodinaire. They called her Martha Stewart. She was amazing. She had all these tips and tricks to do just about everything and amazing delicious things to cook. Thanksgiving was just around the corner and this 20th century girl had received  her first Martha Stewart Living magazine and saw a dessert that she just HAD to make.   Mini bundt cake pumpkins covered in marzipan in order to make it actually look like a pumpkin!! It wasn’t enough to just purchase pre-made marzipan and dye it orange I HAD to go and MAKE the marzipan. On Thanksgiving Eve I set out to make these mini pumpkin cakes. I began the process in the early evening thinking that would be sufficient time to make them and decorate them. When 2:00 a.m. rolled around and I had finally pulled them out of the oven I was second guessing my mission to make all things from scratch.   I was so exhausted and I hadn’t even gotten to the decoration portion of these amazing pumpkins, but I was determined to be a Martha Stewart in training and refused to throw in the towel. I decided that sleep would help me in my decorating process the next day. This modern day 20th Century Martha Stewart in training got up early the next day to make marzipan, dye it, and decorate all of those “pumpkins”. They were BEAUTIFUL!! The most amazing things I have ever made. I took them over to my uncle’s beaming with pride and waiting in anticipation for everyone to dig in and proclaim that I am indeed the next Martha Stewart. When day turned into night and NO ONE had even glanced in the direction of my amazing bundt cake pumpkins I was ready to cry. I managed to get a few people to share one, but that was all that was touched that infamous Thanksgiving Day. Those seven other cakes were picked at throughout the week by me and then tossed in the garbage. I was sad, devastated, and shocked. However, that didn’t stop this Martha Stewart in training it just fueled my fire. So cooking was something I came to very much enjoy.

Fast forward to the 21st century and I am now a full time wife and mommy. My daily duties include but are not limited to figuring out what’s for dinner 7 nights a week. So you can imagine that this once enthusiastic maker of all things from scratch is now in a rut and isn’t chomping at the bit to get in the kitchen. However, I am still very much the same girl that would rather make it from scratch than make it out of a box.

My newest person in training I want to be is The Pioneer Woman. I have her first cookbook and it has inspired many a delicious dinner. The sad thing is I have it seems one of the pickiest husbands around and even The Pioneer Woman has succumbed to his picky moments. So I have been burnt out and needed a little pick me up. When my eyes landed on the April issue of Bon Appetit I heard the kitchen calling and I am once again ready to discover new and delicious food and make it entirely from scratch.


This 21st Century Pioneer Woman in training