Things Making Me Jubilant Today
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My siblings at our backyard Mother's Day Party.
(Matt, Lucy, Andrew and some creepy guy eating ice cream in the background)(Taken from my brother Matt's blog, photography by me.)
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A couple days ago I sent out an email to my family. Not knowing if anyone ever reads my mundane announcements, I planted a teaser at the end of my mail.
"First person to respond to this email gets a strawberry pie."
Then I waited all day for a response. Finally my efficient brother in law Vance (who is set to climb Mount McKinley in a couple weeks-he is a maniac) wrote me back.
"Strawberry pie please."
When Vance came down to retrieve his warm pie I made him take a few photos with it, only because I wanted to demonstrate to the other family members the rewards of reading my emails. As I shot away (without my derned flash) Vance obliged by holding the pie and smiling.
"Warm pie!" he exclaimed while posing with the pie.
"Good!" I said from behind the camera. "Keep modeling!"
"Like, really warm pie!" he said again, acting like he was smelling the pie.
"Nice!" I encouraged.
"Warm pie really hot on my hands!" he said as cheerful as ever.
"How hot?" I asked cheering him on, clicking still.
"Like, burning my hands hot pie!"
Then I realized that the tin on the hot strawberry pie was probably scorching. He picked up an oven mitt in desperation.
"Um, sorry." I said putting my camera down, feeling foolish.
Anyway, I hope that when Vance is beating back the -118 windchill factor on McKinley he will have warm (really hot) memories of my strawberry pie.
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On days when The Chief decides to spill his morning nap into the early afternoon, I like to visit one of the world's best Food Blogs Conversation With a Cupcake. I relish that all recipes are conceived by Brooke with witty story lines. I laugh, I cry, I get really hungry. I like dramatic treats.
To my amazement, Brooke has offered to make one of her brilliant concoctions inspired by my modest life story--how one short blogger became a woman of words--that sort of thing. She delivered three options in my email, to which I was ask to choose one.
Um, how do you choose?
-Chili Mango Cornbread cupcakes with pure vanilla ice-cream & bittersweet jalapeno ganache
-Mountainous Angel-food cupcakes, topped with Burnt-Butter icing and a halo of rainbow-sugared fruit and edible flowers
-Laced Coconut-curry cookie sandwiches with lemongrass mousse filling
Wanna help me? There is a little poll (I am a confessed poll fanatic) up in there to the right. Vote for recipe that says "Sweet! Spice! Humility! c jane!"
Because I am all those things. I am every recipe and every recipe is me.
And so are you.
(That was deep.)
"First person to respond to this email gets a strawberry pie."
Then I waited all day for a response. Finally my efficient brother in law Vance (who is set to climb Mount McKinley in a couple weeks-he is a maniac) wrote me back.
"Strawberry pie please."
When Vance came down to retrieve his warm pie I made him take a few photos with it, only because I wanted to demonstrate to the other family members the rewards of reading my emails. As I shot away (without my derned flash) Vance obliged by holding the pie and smiling.
"Warm pie!" he exclaimed while posing with the pie.
"Good!" I said from behind the camera. "Keep modeling!"
"Like, really warm pie!" he said again, acting like he was smelling the pie.
"Nice!" I encouraged.
"Warm pie really hot on my hands!" he said as cheerful as ever.
"How hot?" I asked cheering him on, clicking still.
"Like, burning my hands hot pie!"
Then I realized that the tin on the hot strawberry pie was probably scorching. He picked up an oven mitt in desperation.
"Um, sorry." I said putting my camera down, feeling foolish.
Anyway, I hope that when Vance is beating back the -118 windchill factor on McKinley he will have warm (really hot) memories of my strawberry pie.
![](http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w239/wildmf/ConversationHeaderRicRac.jpg)
On days when The Chief decides to spill his morning nap into the early afternoon, I like to visit one of the world's best Food Blogs Conversation With a Cupcake. I relish that all recipes are conceived by Brooke with witty story lines. I laugh, I cry, I get really hungry. I like dramatic treats.
To my amazement, Brooke has offered to make one of her brilliant concoctions inspired by my modest life story--how one short blogger became a woman of words--that sort of thing. She delivered three options in my email, to which I was ask to choose one.
Um, how do you choose?
-Chili Mango Cornbread cupcakes with pure vanilla ice-cream & bittersweet jalapeno ganache
-Mountainous Angel-food cupcakes, topped with Burnt-Butter icing and a halo of rainbow-sugared fruit and edible flowers
-Laced Coconut-curry cookie sandwiches with lemongrass mousse filling
Wanna help me? There is a little poll (I am a confessed poll fanatic) up in there to the right. Vote for recipe that says "Sweet! Spice! Humility! c jane!"
Because I am all those things. I am every recipe and every recipe is me.
And so are you.
(That was deep.)