An amazing dessert recipe: If you were at my party last night and were fortunate enough to enjoy Mrs. Mac's chocolate cake and insisted on having the recipe, this is especially for you. I'm not exaggerating when I say that this is the BEST CAKE I'VE EVER HAD. Like ever. Even the waiter wanted a second piece.
Chocolate Sour Cream Cake:
- (1) Devils Food Cake Mix
- (1) small pkg. of chocolate instant pudding
- 1/2 cup oil
- 3/4 cup water
- 3/4 sour cream
- (4) eggs
- (1) cup chocolate chips
Combine everything except chocolate chips with beater.
I don't know about you, but I was a huge Shel Silverstein fan growing up. The Giving Tree will remain one of my all-time favorite books. I remember sitting in bed amongst overstuffed pillows and animals with my copy of Where The Sidewalk Ends, reading aloud, and his clever poems bringing my imagination to life.
Thus, I was ecstatic to stumble upon his new book last night!
I immediately scooped it up and ran to the nearest register like a little kid who just discovered her beloved toy wasn't actually discontinued.
from Amazon's interview with Silverstein's longtime editor, Toni Markiet:
Q: Shel passed away in 1999 but more than ten years later you’re publishing Every Thing On It, which includes tons of his never-before-seen poems and drawings. Can you tell us how this project came to be? Markiet: Over the years, Shel continued to write and draw and work on poems. He left a rich archive of finished material. In the past few years, the Silverstein family has allowed us to unveil some of these in special editions of both Where the Sidewalk Ends and A Light in the Attic. The response was so amazing that the family felt it was now the right time to publish this book.
Boy was I in for a treat. I climbed in bed late last night and read out loud with a big ol' goofy grin on my face!
When I was a little girl I decided that today, 11.11.11, would be my wedding day.
Someone get me a tiara and a Disney prince look-a-like!
I also knew, according to my favorite backseat game of M.A.S.H., that by now I'd have four pets, a house identical to the one in Father of the Bride, and a convertible. (preferably in a purply-shade of pink)
skip forward about eighteen years...
Here I am! That same little girl is now an adult... (that is, everything besides my fingers that literally stopped growing at the age of seven)
...and guess what? No husband, no pets, no house, no car.
Life has unfolded in a way I could have never predicted. I'm now dating my best friend I met at nineteen (despite countless obstacles, God has insisted we be in each other's lives), I snap pictures of puppies in my neighborhood and make-believe they're my own, I live by myself and I pay a monthly fortune for my 400-square-foot apartment on an island. Oh, and I only ride in cars that are orangey-yellow. I work in an industry for which I didn't go to school and I professionally go by my full name - something I never would have chosen at the ripe age of 8 as "Virginia" sounded too matronly. (or as I would have put it, gross!)
That's the funny thing about life. You can make plans of how everything will be, you can decide on a timeline that suits what you want to happen and in what order, thinking you somehow know best or that someone else's timeline sounds ideal. It's nonsense! If you're lucky, it will all take place how you least expect it. A story isn't a good story if you know what's going to happen next. Take each paragraph at a time. Smile at the unexpected. Approach change with an open mind. If you get to a hard chapter, push to get to a new page. Know you wouldn't be where you are without going through what you have. And be thankful for the now.
Oh, 8-year-old-self, I know nothing more about what my future holds than what I did back then. As far as the now? The reality of my 11.11.11?
I live in NYC in an itty bitty apartment with which I have a love/hate relationship. I work in finance as an assistant, but my passion is drawing & writing. I have a bird-like affinity for anything sparkly, a trait I inherited from my best friend, my mom. I constantly battle inanimate objects and I am a chronic spiller/recipient of "spillage" around me. I love anyone that can make me giggle and I get a little too excited about birthdays. Oh and I never, and I mean never-ever, underestimate the power of a York Peppermint Pattie.