wormy and squirmy came to rest upon a cake

the worms crawl in
the worms crawl out
if you want a cute cupcake
you are in the wrong crowd

some visitors fly in the face of squirmy, wormy fare
Flat Moogie, visiting from moogieland
is completely aware
and still has not a care
as long as she gets chocolate on demand
and all rights to the licking spoon

this is where the ucky, yucky baked cakes met their final resting place
the festivities were on and the crowd was smacking their lips
many of the cup sized morsels would be but a brief but sinfully sweet memory

wanna make some of these graveyard delights?

First -
use a cake mix, follow the directions for cupcakes, but put some LUV into it girls, add chocolate milk instead of water, or buttermilk and when it comes to the oil - maybe use that stuff we call butter

Then -
take an 8oz of cream cheese (okay, this could be lowfat), room temperature, and half a bag of semisweet chocolate chips that you have melted carefully on a double boiler on the stove. whip together, add a teaspoon of vanilla for good measure, and approx. 3 cups of powdered sugar. frost right away.

Decorate -
with crumbled oreo cookies (about 7, without the creamy middles), and some gummi sour worms. makes it look like death warmed over at the cemetery.

Flat Moogie will be visiting madlycreative for a few days - so stay tuned to her crazy antics. she is from the south - who knows what that might end up being...

a world of plums

plum delicious
that's plumtastic
it's a plum job, and i don't mind saying so
plum, and ripe for the picking

my goodness, but don't you look plum rich
done with great aplum
plums and berries, nature's treasures

pounds and pounds of plumbs
i am slow roasting them in a 200 degree oven, cut in half, a quick breeze of butter on their backs for 4 hours in the oven
i am making orangette's plum crumble with hints of ginger (photo above - and serving it to me friends)
i am freezing them for days when i am plumless and pitiful
i am hoarding recipes, like this one at a new blog find, imby & itchy
still harvesting my lovely, free fruits and vegetable finds
for days when the sky is a little bleak
the harvest all gone
and i want a ray of summer fruit shine to light the day

Baking tins and vintage flair

I take photos everyday - and in every way. The simple becomes my new abstract canvas. It happens in a flash - I look, and I see patterns, colors, reflections, textures and I must act.

My vintage baking tins - found just this year, at a garage sale, and I am LOVING these pans on so many levels, I cannot begin to explain.

The obvious reason - they have a built in device that allows you to oh so easily, detach gently the soft cake from it's baking frame without any trauma or crumbling. Sweet, sweet release. And the pans are gorgeous - I mean, just look at them.

Chocolate Mocha Cake with extra bits of semisweet morsels for a birthday boy. Can we all sigh in unison here at the sight of the almighty chocolate?



Cream cheese chocolate frosting smeared liberally over the three tier cake. I then put it in my handy dandy cake carrier (because you know I have a budding collection of those!) and whisked it off to the party.

Chocolate anything is so, so very chic!

What I did today

I made cards from the photos that I take on the regular for my blogs (two) and put them in the space I have at my friend's shop, here, in the hopes that maybe someone will like the idea that while the photos are "fresh", the cards are recycled.

I made some homemade banana bread using my Grandmother's /Mom's favorite recipe, ate some and then pedaled off to give slices to some pals and half a loaf to me Mum. I gave away 7 big, chunky slices - and I still have to make sure I let my leftovers get stretched out over a couple days feasting. I shouldn't bake really, my bum likes it too much.

I took pictures around my fair town - this is my favorite pic of the day. I love green - anything. Next, I love vintage. Double love - right here.

I have my head still in the clouds. I need to find work, I don't know what I want to do, and I don't want to think about it. Where is my thunderbolt of miraculous understanding - the one that sets my universe to financially stable rights AND rocks? ahhh, please come, my little bolt of inspiration - or $5,000 - either one, soon....