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Monday, October 26, 2009

Newest Painting

I want to know what you think I was thinking about. I am not even going to tell you the title.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Yummiest Cake

If you are looking for a easy and unique (semi-fancy) dessert for dinner tonight or maybe for your wedding next week, look no further. This Swedish Almond cake has been to so many of our family parties, everyone is claiming it as their own invention. We shamelessly stole it from my cousin Shauna who is an amazing naturally talented cook. I served it to book club who asked me to post it maybe 3 months ago (sorry but thanks for the reminder Amanda) and then my other cousin and I made a zillion for a family wedding last month. And I still could eat an entire sheet pan. Who couldn't? And don't be dismayed by all the butter on the counter. Our cakes served at least a dozen guests.....ok hundreds.
I suggest you make this cake one of your go-to memorized recipes to impress your mother-in-law next time you are staying at her house. Tell her you will whip something up for dessert. Then use no notes and say you just thought of it or tasted it at a little Swedish cafe and wanted to try it yourself. I swear I am going to do that. Start memorizing. Your sneaky little secret is safe with me.

Swedish Almond Cake:
1 c flour
1 c sugar
1 stick butter, melted
1 t. almond extract
2 eggs

Mix together. Pour into a regular pie tin. 350 degrees for 30 minutes. You don't need to grease the pans. I am pretty sure there is enough butter in the cake.
3 times the recipe in a jelly roll sheet pan for a big crowd (or wedding).
So good to serve warm. Top with mixed berries and whipped cream.
Then eat the leftovers for breakfast with or without the fruit and cream....

Autumn Smells

The weather has officially changed and I can smell autumn. It still makes me nauseous from pregnancy 1 & 2 since the 1st trimesters were in the beginning of fall. Mr. Fife thinks it smells like football, I think it smells like vomit. It is sad I know, but I always sucker for it and take a pregnancy test around the end of September because I feel so nauseous. But no, not a pregnancy, just my "smell" memory which has proven to be a lot stronger than my regular memory (that I seem to be losing at an alarming rate). These pictures are of my front and back yard, just some planters that I threw together in the spring. I mean, what I wish my flowers look like. I like to think of everything as an annual since everything dies after it touches my acid fingers. Someday I will figure it out, I am sure.