Our Two Feisty Fellas

The boys aren't even here yet and we can already tell they have some very, very strong personalities.  There have been many a doctor appointment where it’s exclaimed “My you sure do have some movers!  I can’t get a good measurement until they quiet down.”  So we would wait and watch and I chuckled as little arms and legs flailed everywhere thinking nothing of it. But last week our 8 day stay at the hospital shed a bit of a new light on what our future may hold.

When expecting moms are in the hospital (or at least in our case), the baby’s heart rate is monitored continuously or at least very frequently.  In a typical patient, the heart rate is found and then a monitor is strapped to mom to keep an eye on baby.  For us, that lasted about 10 minutes.  The first go round took the nurse about 20 minutes to track down both boys.  Once found, she strapped on the monitors and left the room only to come racing back in about 5 minutes later.  The boys, with their hatred of the monitors, had kicked and squirmed their way away from getting tracked and were setting off alarms left and right at the nurses’ station.  Whoops. I assured her both were fine since I could feel them having a grand ol’ time.  But that put an end to continuous monitoring.

The following night around 3:30am, the nurses were having yet another difficult time tracking our munchkins.  Nick was asleep and I was about ¾ out of it because of the cocktail of meds I was on to stop the contractions.  But at one point, and I made sure to confirm the next morning, there were four nurses and a resident trying to get our fellas to cooperate.  They even had to bring in a sonogram machine!    

There has also been one thing consistent.  Almost every friend, nurse or doctor that hears or sees our active guys tells us “You know, their personalities before birth carry over.”  Mind you that is still to be determined but I have a feeling we won’t get bored with our two.  And I guess it’s a good thing I have my sister Ellen to talk to about parenting a spirited child.  Our nephew Jackson is the kind of kid you have to remind to walk instead of run.  Everywhere.  But we sure do love that little guy.  I can already hear a common phrase in our house being “BOYS! What was that crash???” followed by some mischievous giggles.

I'm Being Stalked

You know how when you buy a new car you notice just how many cars exactly like yours are on the roads? Or when you think you are being trendy with a new fashion and it seems as though everyone else is all of a sudden wearing the exact same thing?  Well, that’s my life right now.  Except that I’m being stalked. By twins.

Before we knew we were expecting our little guys, I swear we knew maybe two or three sets of twins.  I never saw them in public and if I did, I silently thought to myself “Good lord that double stroller is huge.  Can’t they downsize to something that doesn't take up the entire aisle at Target?”  Oh karma, you really think you’re clever.  Well now, I swear twins are everywhere.  I mean EV-ER-Y-WH-ER-E!!! We see them when we’re out at breakfast, during tv commercials and plastered all over Facebook.

In fact, last weekend while we were waiting to check out at the grocery store I turned around to see twin boys in the cart behind us with their mom.  I mentioned how darling they were and asked their age.  She said “Twenty months.  Though they came two months early because this one had a mind of his own and was kicking so hard that he broke my water.”  Wait…whaaaat!?  That can actually happen?  (Side note: I’m screwed.  I have two little soccer players.)

I will say though, meeting other twin parents has actually been kind of nice.  I had heard that parents of multiples kind of stick together and boy were they right.  Every single person we've met has offered us tips and words of wisdom.  They've also told us we will lose our minds for the first year but after that, it’s really great.  Ok maybe not the most helpful thing to say to new parents.  But, we've also been told of great play groups, consignment sales and one person even offered to give us the name of her night nurse.  Really, it’s incredible.

I will be curious to see what it’s like when the kiddos actually arrive.  Will we get more unsolicited advice from strangers?  Will we be able to pick out those young couples who just wish we would get out of their way with our massive stroller? Will even more twins come out of the woodwork?  Who knows.  I guess we will wait and see.  And as their arrival time draws nearer, I think about this stuff more and more. 

Oh and for those who have asked, I still haven’t had a random person ask or try to touch my belly.  I’m guessing that is also just a matter of time. 

"But Twins Don't Run in My Family"

If you have ever wondered how the conversation would go (or what brainless things you might say) when the news was told to expecting and completely clueless parents that they were having twins, well, here you go:

Dr: Ok. Ok. (turning the monitor towards us) So, here you can see…

Nick: Wait…is that

Dr: Here you can see the first baby…

Me: Uh….First baby?

Dr: And here you can see the second baby…

Me: But twins don’t run in my family!

Dr: Um…ok…well…you’re still having twins. 

Nick: Oh my god.

Me:………

Dr: And here is the first heartbeat. Everything looks great so far.

Me: ……..

Dr: Ok. Breathe. 

Me: *Oh right…*

Dr: Good. And…deep breathe. Good. It’s going to be ok.

Me: …….

Dr: And here is the second heartbeat.

Nick: ……

Dr: So everything looks great.  Obviously this is big news so I’m going to give you two a few minutes alone to digest this. Come down to my office when you’re ready and we’ll chat.

Nick: …...

Me: …….K…..

The rest of that day was kind of a blur.  Nick held my hand on the way home and repeatedly told me everything was going fine and that we would be great parents.  I sat there staring at the ultrasound photos trying but failing miserably not to cry.  To clarify, they weren't tears of sadness.  How could you be sad about two healthy babies!?  They were more tears of excitement, joy, shock and probably throw in some ‘Oh sh!t how are we going to do this/pay for this/can I carry twins.’ 

Nick met me at the door when I got home from work that night and gave me a big hug, reassuring me again that everything was going to be fine. I don’t remember what we ate for dinner or what we discussed at the table.  Though there is a good probability it was nothing…to both. 

It’s funny to think back now and recall some of the conversations Nick and I had before the first appointment.  I remember saying to each other “ Wouldn't it be funny if we were having twins?” or “Could you imagine if we went in and the doctor told us there were two?”  Perhaps deep down both of us knew we were having twins.  I have no idea.  But I kind of want to believe we did.  Now when I look back on the day we found out and imagine what our family will be like next year, I can’t help but think well of course we were supposed to have twins.  While it did take me a few weeks for the news to settle in, the thought of anything other than us preparing for two little ones just doesn't seem right.  

When Nick and I broke the news to family and friends that we are expecting twins, I can’t tell you how many people asked us if we were surprised.  All I can say is this:  I wouldn't have been more surprised if I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet. 

Extra points if you can name that movie.

Election Night in DC

Sporting an “I Voted” sticker in DC on election night is like wearing a VIP wristband at a hoppin’ club in LA.  (Or whatever you wear/flash for those of us that aren’t cool enough to do so.) That tiny little circle gets you into bars without paying a cover fee, discounted food around town, free swag and a whole other host of privileges.  Clearly it’s the cool thing to do. 

This year’s presidential election night was no different.  My friends and coworkers around town waited in hours-long lines to vote, poured over early polls all afternoon in the office and then headed out to enjoy half priced specialty cocktails for the political party of their choice.  One coworker, who absentee voted in their home state, even begged for my sticker as we were walking out the door since he didn’t save his.  I’m telling you…these things are like gold. And yes, I gave it to him.

Since coming to Washington I’ve spent election night in Florida where I was campaigning for the RNC, bars to take in the action with fellow young professionals, at a campaign event for McCain and I’m pretty sure my sister’s house enjoying take out and wine.  But this year I decided it was time to enjoy something a little quieter. 

I sent a text to Nick early afternoon on Election Day and suggested a delicious Pizza Hut pizza for dinner.  He agreed.  I had a grand plan to leave work, go to my yoga class and come home to watch the results with pizza, a fire and my sweat pants.  In the end I wound up napping through yoga and dinner (whoops) and was woken up by Nick at 9:30pm to watch some of the results.  We made a frozen pizza and I was back in bed two hours later after the election was called and I saw the Congressman from my home district in Illinois lost.  This year’s election night may be categorized by some as a bust.  And in some ways it was. 

But when I decided I was ready for bed on Tuesday night, I crawled into bed.  I didn’t have to worry about the metro taking forever or finding a cab.  I didn’t have to worry about sitting around a crowded bar in my cute but sometimes oh-so-uncomfortable work clothes.  And I didn’t have to worry about absentmindedly drinking too many half priced cocktails full well knowing I was going to have one hell of a hangover the next day.  Yep, been there. Done all that.  Didn’t need to do it again. And even after sleeping through most of the evening I can honestly say this year’s election night celebrations were just what I needed. 

Franken-Storm-Ageddon

Whoever came up with the name Frankenstorm deserves a raise. 

The meteorologists at the Weather Channel have been tracking this storm for what seems like weeks.  Each day they were talking about the horrible mess it was going to create and speculating which model path would be correct.  I didn’t give it much thought and the only stocking up we did was pick up some extra firewood. We joked at work on Friday about how lovely it would be to have the day off on Monday since we unfortunately didn’t have a single snow day in DC last year.  But my doubts were high.  I figured it would be another hyped up East Coast storm that didn’t amount to anything but a few sprinkles and some knocked over lawn chairs.

Yesterday as we were standing in the check out line at the grocery store we received word the Federal Government announced it would be closed on Monday.  I’m not ashamed to say I gave a cheer and did a little dance.  Yes I got some stares.  In my mind even if the storm didn’t add amount to anything, I still received a three-day weekend without taking a vacation day.  Ah life is grand.

Fast forward to this morning when I woke up and looked outside thinking there would be snow.  After all, it’s a day off due to inclement weather and that typically means snow.  Nope, just rain.  And wind. Nick had left for work hours earlier so after making myself some breakfast I headed out to the store to get some bare necessities- cinnamon rolls, Jelly Belly Sours….and ingredients to make dinner for tonight.  Surprisingly the store shelves were pretty well stocked and I got everything on my list.

I will say this has been one of the most productive days I’ve had in weeks.  My house is cleaner then it has been in, well, awhile, the last load of laundry is in the dryer and my mom’s vegetable beef soup recipe is simmering on the stove. And we received word that the government, and my office, is closed again tomorrow.  I will celebrate in approximately 1 hour and 20 minutes when Nick gets home safely from work.  Tonight I’m looking forward to building a fire and filling my tummy with warm, delicious soup.  Maybe even kicking Nick’s butt at Rummikub.  What I’m not looking forward to is the wind gusts of up to 80-90 mph and pelting rain against the windows.  There are a lot of tall trees around our house and yes, I’m worried one is going to come crashing through out roof. 

As for tomorrow?  I have no idea. Except that it will start with cinnamon rolls.  It’s another bonus day and I actually don’t have anything on my ‘To Do’ list.  Ok ok I may have one or two tiiiiny things. But the good news is it also happens to coincide with Nick’s scheduled day off so we will be enjoying whatever we decide to do together. 

So all I can say for right now is thank you Franken-Storm-Ageddon.  Well, that is until we lose power. 

My Complete and Utter Distain for Chocolate Chip Cookies

It should be no surprise to anyone that has read my blog that I love to bake.  Give me an excuse, or no excuse at all, and I will be more than happy to whip up a tasty treat. With one exception.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am here today to profess my complete and utter distain for an American favorite: the chocolate chip cookie.

Now, I know what you’re thinking.  “Nestle Tollhouse commercials show the perfect family making cookies together with a smile on their faces and enjoying every second.” Well, I’m here to set the record straight. 

This afternoon I received a text from Nick saying one of the firefighters he mentored passed a big test.  Fantastic news!  Nick had told him the day before that if he passed, I would bake his favorite dessert.  Nick’s station is no stranger to my culinary skills.  I love baking for them and it’s always appreciated. So when I got the text bearing the good news I asked what I was making.  He said the unthinkable…chocolate chip cookies.  I asked Nick if his fellow firefighter would change his mind and rattled off a list of other baked goods I had perfected.  But alas, chocolate chip cookies it was.

I got home and went straight to the kitchen. The dough turned out fantastic and the cookies became a lovely golden brown.  They looked picture perfect. Well, that is until I had to take them off the cookie sheet.  For some reason or another, every.single.time. I make these freaking cookies they fall apart from the center out.

I am the first to admit that I have slight OCD when baking because in my mind, if the end result looks like a crumpled mess, no one is going to eat it. (I secretly blame my 4-H days).  I ended up getting so frustrated with the half dozen destroyed cookies that I tossed spatula into the sink, grabbed the bowl of cookie dough and a spoon and sat down at the table to drown my sorrows.  Nick and his patience were able to successfully get the cookies off the sheet without doing too terribly much damage.  That’s why we make a good pair.  BUT I don’t get it!  Why don’t these stupid cookies just come out in one piece just like every other cookie I make?  Why do these have to be so difficult? And WHY do these have to be the favorite of not one, but TWO firefighters at Nick’s station.  Ugh…

In the end about three dozen decently looking cookies were packed up to be brought in to the station in the morning. Yes I survived but that doesn’t mean I like these cookies any better.  In fact, I may hate them even more as I lay curled up in a ball on our couch simultaneously wanting to get sick from eating about 5 cookies worth of dough and craving a little more.  Damn these cookies anyway. 

The Old Standby

When I first moved to DC my sister Rachel and I shared the cutest apartment in a fantastic neighborhood called Fairlington.  Every weekend without fail we had a routine of bran muffins with fruit on one day and cinnamon rolls with fruit on the other.  We also threw in the occasional Dunkin Donuts. The first time my sister said she was making these muffins I was not all that excited.  It's bran for crying out loud!  Aren't those for people, you know, our grandparents' age? But all it took was one time and I was hooked.

Nick and I have kept a somewhat similar rotation but now we've also added in Panera and Starbucks which are both just a quick walk down the street from our house.  Yes, it gets us in trouble.  And it's expensive.  This morning I went to my kickboxing class and Nick went for a 24 mile bike ride so we both worked up a nice appetite.  Since we've both been traveling quite a bit we decided to go for our old standby bran muffins and fruit.

The recipe used to be on the box of Kellogg's Bran Cereal but since it isn't there anymore, I thought I'd share.  Don't let the bran name fool you. Trust me, these things are awesome....and addictive.  I've made these so many times I don't even need the recipe anymore. Enjoy!

Ingredients: 
1 1/4 cups All Purpose Flour
1/2 cup Sugar
1 tablespoon Baking Powder
1/4 teaspoon Salt
2 cups Kellogs All Bran Cereal
1 1/4 cups Skim Milk
1 Egg
1/4 cup Vegetable Oil

Directions:
Mix together the flour, sugar, baking powder and salt.  Set aside.

In a large bowl, combine All Bran cereal and milk.  Let stand for about 2 minutes (this softens the cereal).
 

Add egg and oil.  Beat well.

Add flour mixture stirring only until combined.

Portion evenly into 12 muffin cups that have been coated with cooking spray.

Bake at 400 degrees for 20 minutes or until golden brown.

Serve warm....with butter :-).

Cantaloupe Conundrum

For as long as I can remember I’ve hated cantaloupe.  I hated the smell, the taste, the scratchy outside rind and I especially hated when it tainted the rest of the delicious items in my fruit salad.  That is, until last summer. 

As you probably know, Nick and I ran the Marine Corps Marathon last October.  That meant months of training, including the entire summer which was the hottest on record.  Somewhere in the midst I read cantaloupe was a great post-run refuel snack.  I whined and griped but bought one anyway.  I was getting sick of our normal routine of fruit snacks, bananas and Gatorade.  The best way to describe the first round would be ‘ok’.

Over Labor Day weekend Nick and I finally took a vacation and headed out to the west coast.  We spent time with family in San Francisco and toured the area.  While vacationing we had an 18 mile run scheduled.  We got up before dawn, put on layers (it’s cold in California in the morning!) and headed out.  Fast forward about three hours when we drug ourselves through the front door.  As we stretched my aunt cut up a cantaloupe, brewed me a fantastic cup of tea and started making us banana pancakes from scratch.  I got up to the counter and as soon as I saw the fruit, I dug in.  The pancakes were amazing too. But that’s a given.

To this day I have no idea why but something inside me craved it and I still can’t get enough of that odd orange fruit I once hated.  We now keep, or at least attempt to, a large Tupperware container full of cut up pieces waiting for me to arrive.  I can easily eat half a melon in one sitting and yet still want more.  Nick thinks it’s humorous to watch me sit on our counters devouring a big bowl while we’re cooking dinner.

So until I decide I no longer enjoy this fruit, I’ll keep on eating it.  And until that day comes, a common statement in our house is “I don’t know why I’m eating this stuff.  I used to hate it!  Oh hey, I finished this one off.  Do we have any more?”

Avery's Bucket List

Every now and then you hear a story or see a picture that you just can't get out of your head.  That happened to me about two weeks ago when I heard about little Avery and I just can't stop thinking about her.  My friend Kate wrote a blog post about her friend from Texas whose five month old daughter, Avery, was diagnosed with Spinal Muscular Atrophy, or SMA.  It's an incurable disease that attacks the muscles and will inevitably be the cause of her death.  And we're not talking years.  We're talking months.

The night I read about Avery I was sitting on our couch waiting for Nick to get home from a late call.  I read Kate's blog post and immediately went to Avery's.  I made it through maybe half of the first post before the water works started.  I cry at pretty much everything and this only made it worse.  I was crying for Avery, for her parents and for the situation.  I sat there and thought "why them?" and "why this perfect little girl?".  Then I thought about our two sweet, perfect nephews and how life just isn't fair.

I've been trying to put myself in her parents' shoes and think about how I would react to the situation.  Avery's parents took the path less traveled and instead of just waiting around for the worst to happen, they're making sure their little girl has the best life she can have.  So, I introduce you to Avery's Bucket List.  The blog is written from Avery's perspective and with a  little humor, explains SMA and what she wants to accomplish.  Some of the items on her Bucket List have already been crossed off but there are still many more to come.

I still feel completely helpless which is something that I hate.  But here is one item that everyone can help with. One of the items on Avery's Bucket List is to raise awareness of SMA and that's where this blog post comes in.  I realize there are maybe three people that read this blog but if you can, share her story and information about SMA.  It's a tragic story but hopefully something good will come out of it.

Oh DEER!

This morning my alarm went off at 7:45. Yes it's early for someone who doesn't have kids on a Saturday but my kickboxing class is at 8:30 and I rarely miss it. I got up, washed my face, looked outside and saw two deer sauntering around the wooded area behind our house. I did a double take and then called to Nick to make sure he saw them too. He did. I even took a picture to prove it.

For those of you who have never been to our house, we live in a little cul de sac of about 40 town homes in the heart of Alexandria. We're talking inside the DC beltway and no where close to where deer should be wandering around. That being said, I feel like I'm in the country half the time with this apparent wildlife habitat we live in. In the two years we've lived in our house (and that alone is scary!) we've seen two deer, a buck, hawks, an owl, two foxes, countless birds, stupid squirrels, and a chipmunk that enjoys our back patio more than we do. Our community also just put bat houses up so we can add that to the list too. That may not seem like a lot to our friends back home but that's some serious variety for Northern Virginia!

Right now I'm sitting in our kitchen with the windows open sipping tea and listening to the birds. This is why we love our house. Even though I have to deal with traffic and plenty of people five days a week, the weekends get to be spent in our quiet neighborhood. I love that we have trees behind our house. I love the fact that so many people comment on how quiet it is here. And I love the fact that even though we live so close to DC we found a place that we can have a little escape.

We definitely won't live here forever but right now, we sure are enjoying the view.

Crockpot Mac n' Cheese

Our lives have been a bit on the hectic side lately and I have completely fallen behind on blog updates so there will be several posted over the next few days. I’ve been on a cooking craze lately (as I’m sure you’ve noticed from my posts) but I haven’t been sharing all my recipes. So, here is just one of the new ones I tried last week. Definitely one to add to the recipe book!

Last week my office had a “Welcome to the New Building” Potluck. Since it seemed as though everyone else was making some sort of dessert, I figured I would make a side. Not many people that know me realize making and thinking of a side dish gives me anxiety. I’m sure you think I’m embellishing but sadly, I’m not. Give me a dessert any day but sides make me stressed. Yes I know I’m weird.

As soon as the words “Sign me up for a delicious side” spilled out of my mouth I instantly regretted it. Luckily, I have two sisters who are also great cooks so I called up one of them and asked for her Crockpot Mac n’ Cheese Recipe. I am slightly embarrassed to share this because it was so incredibly easy to make but we can keep that little secret between us. Everyone raved about it and I decided to let them think it took me a long time. ☺

My Recipe Rating: A

What you’ll need:
3 ½ - 5 quart crockpot
1 medium saucepan
1 bowl- for melting the butter
1 mixing spoon

Ingredients:
1 (16 oz.) pkg. macaroni- I used Safeway brand
1 Tablespoon vegetable oil
1 can evaporated milk
1 ½ cups milk- I used skim because that’s what we drink in our house
1 Teaspoon salt
4 cups shredded sharp Cheddar cheese
½ cup melted butter

Preparation:
Cook macaroni following package directions. Drain well. Grease bottom and sides of crockpot. Toss hot macaroni in slow cooker with the vegetable oil then add all remaining ingredients. Stir gently to combine then cover and cook on low for 3-4 hours, stirring occasionally.

And there you have it folks! As I said, it’s pretty darn easy. I would highly recommend for the next time you need a quick side that will feed a hungry crowd.

If you haven’t noticed, Mother Nature, it’s January…not April.

I drove home last night and the thermometer in my car said 57 degrees. Wow, that’s warm for January. My daffodils are a good three inches out of the ground and I actually saw some in full bloom on my way to work this morning. This entire winter has been odd. For someone who has spent most of their life bundled up in multiple layers from end of October-April, I’m quite confused to be fine without a coat.

But, since Mother Nature is giving us a break, we decided to take advantage of it. Last night we laced up our sneakers and ran outside for the first time in about two months. The air was chilly and I did have to stop to warm up my ears a few times, but it felt amazing to be breathing fresh air. There is just no comparison to running on a treadmill and pounding the pavement. Even though we’ve done the same route nearly a hundred times at this point, last night it felt new again. It takes a good four minutes for me running on the treadmill to be mentally done but last night I felt great.

Right now I’m not training for anything and it’s an odd feeling. Nick is running the National Marathon in March but I decided to sit this one out thinking training outside in the freezing cold weather would be miserable. Little did I know we would have this for weather. It will be interesting to see if this holds or if we actually get a dose of some winter temperatures. Until then, I plan to take full advantage of the great outdoors for my workouts and enjoy every minute I get to spend off the treadmill.

Nick's Birthday Cupcakes

Nick and I celebrated his birthday yesterday but I made cupcakes for his fire station tonight. His two favorite things are peanut butter and chocolate so I created a chocolate cake with peanut butter buttercream frosting. I finished off the top with a crushed up Reese’s peanut butter cup.

Nick just finished sampling the finished product and said they are pretty good...or at least I think that is what he said through a mouthful. Hope you enjoy!

For the cake you will need:

1 cup all purpose flour
¼ teaspoon unsweetened cocoa powder (I use Hershey’s)
¼ teaspoon baking powder
¼ teaspoon baking soda
¼ teaspoon salt
1 stick unsalted butter at room temp.
¾ cup sugar
1 large egg
1 egg yolk
½ teaspoon pure vanilla extract
½ cup buttermilk
2 ounces bittersweet chocolate, melted and cooled

Whisk together the flour, cocoa, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Set aside.


Working with a paddle attachment for a stand mixer, or a hand mixer in a large bowl, beat the butter at medium speed until soft and creamy. Add the sugar and beat about 2 minutes, until it is bended into the butter.


Add the egg, then the yolk, beating for I minute after each addition and scraping down the sides and bottom of the bowl with rubber spatula as needed.


Beat in the vanilla, then reduce the mixer speed to low and add half the dry ingredients, mixing only until they disappear.


Scrape down the bowl and add the buttermilk, mixing until incorporated, then mix in remaining dry ingredients.


Coarsely chop the chocolate and melt it using a double boiler.

Note: If you do not own a double boiler, you can create one by boiling water in a medium sauce pan and placing a glass bowl on top. The heat from the steam will melt the chocolate without burning it. The glass bowl will also become hot so use an oven glove or mit.





Scrape down the bowl, add the melted chocolate and mix with the rubber spatula.


Divide the batter evenly among 12 lined muffin pans.



Bake at 350 degrees for 20-24 minutes, or until the tops of the cakes are dry and springy to the touch and a knife inserted into the center comes out clean.

Transfer pan to cooking rack and let cakes cool 5 minutes before taking them out of pan.

Note: To transfer cupcakes out of pan (or muffins for other recipes) I use an Oxo Pie Server. Trust me, you will never again break into a cupcake or scratch your pans.


Cool to room temperature before icing.

For the Peanut Butter Buttercream Frosting you will need:

2 sticks unsalted butter, softened
1 cup creamy peanut butter- not natural (I used Peter Pan)
1 ½ cups powdered sugar
2 pinches salt
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
2 tablespoons heavy cream

In a stand mixer with the whisk attachment, beat the butter and peanut butter at medium-high speed until smooth.


Add powered sugar and salt, beat medium-low until most of the sugar is moistened, about 45 seconds. Scrape down the bowl and beat at medium speed until mixture is fully combined.


Scrape down bowl, add vanilla and heavy cream, beat at medium speed until incorporated.


Increase speed to medium-high and beat until light and fluffy, about 4 minutes.




To frost and decorate:

Chop the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. I use the Pampered Chef Hand Chopper. Bonus: It doubles as a stress reliever after a long day. :-)


Next,fill pastry bag with buttercream. I use a round tip and start from the outside and work in. Feel free to be generous. You will have plenty of buttercream.


Sprinkle chopped Reese's on top.


And Voila!

Bonjour Sur la Table!

Today I ventured into Sur la Table for the first time looking for some tartlet and Madeleine pans. I had only window shopped and looked longingly at the cooking classes but I never knew exactly what they offered inside. For someone who loves to bake, this store is like Christmas. Why did I not know about this sooner? The first thing I noticed when I walked in was an entire section dedicated to spatulas. Spatulas! My jaw about dropped. Next to it were rows of decorative paper liners for cupcakes, hangers full of cake decorating tips and shelves of pretty much every baking pan one could ever need. Sigh….I’m in love.

Before I could talk myself into purchasing anything else, I grabbed the pans I intentionally came for and walked to the counter. I did saunter a little as we left while Nick tried his best to coax me out of the store. As soon as I got home I looked through my favorite baking book to see what else I could make that would give me an excuse to go back. Nothing yet but I do have some ideas.

In a few weeks, check back on the blog for photos and recipes of the Madelines and fruit tartlets. I can hardly wait to try out my purchases and fully expect to be returning to Sur la Table very, very soon.

Dedication I Wish I Understood

As I drove to work yesterday morning in a very steady rain, I noticed runners out bracing the weather. As I sat in my warm, dry car I couldn’t help but wonder “what makes these people so dedicated”? Yes I love to get outside and pound the pavement but I will also admit I am slightly a fair weather runner. I can do heat, I can do cold (mostly) but I can’t do wet. Even during our marathon training I would run on the treadmill for multiple miles instead of in the rain. There is something about wet socks and the feeling of puddles in your shoes that I just can’t do.

So, what makes people this dedicated? If they were hardcore training for a race where you need to be ready for any kind of inclement weather, fine. I understand that. But these folks looked like they were just out for their morning jog. Props to them but there is no way I will ever be joining them. Perhaps next time I see those folks out on a day like yesterday, I’ll stop and see what they have to say. Until then, I will sit and ponder and see if I can come up with an explanation.

A Tolley Family Winter Staple

Of the many things Midwesterners do well, making a hearty soup is one of them. My Mom’s recipes are up there with the best of them. I have a few that I make often but her vegetable beef has always been my favorite. I used to request it for my birthday dinner and remember sitting in the kitchen on many cold, blustery days waiting for it to be ready.

Today Nick and I finally made it and my mind kept going back to the farm as the soup simmered all day. Since we love the soup so much, I thought I’d share. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do.

Note: This recipe used to feed a family of six so plan to invite some friends over for dinner or have plenty of leftovers.

Ingredients:
2-3 lbs steak (we use chuck)
3 cups tomato juice
1/3 cup chopped onion
4 tsp salt
2 tsp Worcestershire sauce
¼ tsp chili powder
2 bay leaves
1 1lb can diced tomatoes
1 cup diced celery
1 can corn
1 can green beans
1 can peas (optional but we like the addition)
1 cup sliced carrots
1-2 cups cubed potatoes

Combine meat, tomato juice, onions, seasonings and six cups water in large pot. Cover and simmer for two hours.





Remove meat and bay leaves from pot.





Cut meat from bone, remove any fat and cube. Add meat and vegetables to large pot. Cover and simmer for one hour.



And enjoy!



Thanks Mom!! And yes...I know I need to finish my milk.

Plenty to Be Thankful For

As our year draws to a close, I’ve spent some time looking back over the past 12 months wondering how it went by so quickly. I remember adults telling me when I was younger that years fly by faster as you age. Well, a truer statement has never been said.
But thinking about this year in particular seems we couldn’t fit more in much more to be thankful for. Here is our year in review:

•My sister Ellen and brother-in-law Chad welcomed their first child Jackson last December

•My sister Rachel and brother-in-law Paul welcomed their first child Connor in May

•My brother Dan and now sister-in-law were married in August to round out the Tolley weddings

•Nick and I completed our own race circuit of the D.C. area with the Cherry Blossom 10 miler in March, Marine Corps Half Marathon in May, the 9/11 10th Anniversary Remembrance 5k in September and the Marine Corps Marathon in October

•We celebrated many of our friends’ engagements, weddings and births of first children

•Nick and I made spent a long weekend exploring San Francisco and Napa with family

•Nick received a well deserved promotion in November

•My Grandpa celebrated his 90th birthday at the end of November

We are now preparing to head back to Illinois for a week with family for Christmas. It’s hard to believe that soon we will be turning the calendar over to 2012. I often wonder what the new year will bring but I hope it is close to as fantastic as 2011.

Finishing Joining the Technology Age

For the past few months I’ve toyed with the idea of beginning a blog. My sister has one, as does my mom (though she hasn’t updated it in months) and so do many of our friends. I love reading what they are up to in various parts of the country and it usually helps me feel like they aren’t all that far away. Initially I was going to start a blog while we were training for our marathon but, well, that didn’t happen.

Right now I tweet, I Facebook, I email and I finally got a Smartphone after Nick took it upon himself to buy me the new iPhone. The only thing missing is a blog…and Pinterest but I have yet to grasp that concept. So here I am about to finish joining pretty much every new technology, social networking phenomenon out there. Well, that is until something else comes along.

And on a totally different note, I would be remiss if I didn’t end my first post with this disclaimer: Please don’t hold any spelling errors in future posts against me. We all know I wouldn’t have graduated college if it wasn’t for spell check.