Wednesday, March 1, 2017

The Only Reason Why I Eat Cinnamon Rolls

A sad excuse for icing
You guys, let's talk about cinnamon rolls. I'm not talking the homemade kind (lo siento), I'm talking the ones you get from a can (off-brand no less). What's with the "icing pack"? I vote it shouldn't be called a pack, more so a taste, smidgen, and even molecule. It barely is enough to cover a small fraction of the rolls! Now, I'm aware that I already lost this argument when I used the word 'can' or 'off-brand'. Those of you who whip up EVERYTHING from scratch 1. well done, that is incredibly admirable, 2. Are probably are saying "you got what you deserved", and "you're a chef, why wouldn't you just make them yourself?" Because I didn't. There are times when I say, forget it, and I purchase foods instead of cooking them. I'm not kidding when I say, I'll eat anything. That's for another post, we have more important things to discuss.
Homemade cream cheese frosting

Anyway, I popped open the lovely can and read the instructions.  Side note: does anyone else catch themselves waiting to read the instructions until after the can is already popped? I read to preheat the oven to 350 degrees, yada yada yada, and to spread the icing over the rolls once out of the oven. I took one look at the pack of icing and chucked it aside with disdain. I opened my fridge in a panic only to remove half a pack of cream cheese, then raided the pantry for vanilla extract and confectioners sugar. Normally, you're supposed to bring the cream cheese down to room-temp but I was desperate so I drenched a dense cloth with very warm water and wrapped it around the mixing bowl. Quickly following, I let the mixer beat the cream cheese until it was soft only to add about 3/4 a cup of confectioners sugar and soon-after 1/2 tsp vanilla extract. I turned the mixer off, delicately dipped my index finger in the icing, and voila; it was delicious. I slathered the rolls with the homemade cream cheese icing then tented them, allowing the steam to assist in melting the icing juuuust enough. Once I licked my finger after the final bite of icing cinnamon roll, I took one look at the sub-par unopened 'packet' of icing and thought to myself... "never again".



The proper way to ice cinnamon rolls

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Reacquainted

Oh, hello. So nice to see you again. What's that, you don't remember me? Not surprising considering my last post was back in April of 2016. It was written thirteen days before Juliana came into this world, yet I feel like I just wrote it. Now she is 9.5 months old. I guess I finally understand why people say, "the days are long but the years are short".

Side note, I never reread my blog posts. I write them candidly, force myself to edit as much as I can before getting distracted, and send them off into the abyss of swiping thumbs and clicking mouses. Since it had been such a long time, I decided to read my last post for perspective. It was enlightening and accurate. While I can say I finally have a routine down with my baby, I'm trying to maintain the same for myself. While I'm first and foremost a mom, I am still an entrepreneur, wife, friend, and individual. That is where the blog comes in. For months it makes its way into my thoughts. Right as I think "I want to update my blog", poof it's gone.

Patience has been the ever-present lesson over the past year and I've learned it's 100% necessary when applying it to self-growth. While this post does not have a recipe, snippet of my daily food of choice, or restaurant review, it is symbolic of the growth you will start to see in the blog. After all, it has my name on it, I own it, and I will reclaim it. It will just take a vision and patience. Thank you for yours.

Until then, you can view snapshots of life and food on my Instagram page