Archive | August 2011

WFMW: My new best friend

I am a home baker.  When I make cookies, it takes over my entire kitchen.  Baking sheets everything.  Cooling racks stacked where my coffee station belongs.  My second oven doubles as a drying rack.  So when I need to cook dinner after a day of cookie-ing, I can’t even make pizza because my cookies are drying in both ovens.

Being a relatively new cookie decorator, I just assumed that was how baking at home was done.  Until I saw this.

Genius.  Pure and simple.

Mind you, I’m no where near the cookier that Callye is, so I didn’t need the jumbo 20-tiered bad boy.  The half rack works great for me.  I use the half-sheet cookie sheets, and two of them fit into each slot.

So now, I just wheel it in the kitchen when I need it.  All of my cookies are right there at my disposal.  They are all nicely organized.  And when it’s time for dinner, I just wheel it into the dining room and you’d never know I had been baking all day.

It is, hands down, the best baking purchase I have made to date.  Well, and PME Supatubes.  But that’s another post.

I ordered mine from here.  It arrived quickly and was by far the best price.

Have a great Wednesday!


You don’t bring me flowers

Last week, a friend of mine was in a bit of a slump.  And not the short-term kind.  The type of slump that only bright, happy things can get you through the day.  She needed some flowers.

But, of course, in my language, that translates to cookies.  Cookies make all things better.  Especially smiley, flower-shaped ones.

**Disclaimer** As if my photos aren’t lighting-challenged enough, these were taken at 11pm, so pretend there is beautiful, natural light shining in on them, would ya?  Thanks.

Flower Bouquet

I used the bamboo stick idea from Callye @ Sweet Sugar Belle.  I was going to stick them in big brownies to make them doublely yummy, but that didn’t happen.  So foam blocks it is!

And since I went a little nuts on the number of flowers I made, I decided to make one for each of my girl’s teachers.  My 13-year-old son would have been mortified if I walked into his school with these little babies, so his teachers had to do without.  (That’s what they get for teaching middle school)

My 1st grader’s teacher is a frog fanatic, so we had to throw the frog prince in there for her.

And my 4th grader’s teacher – well, I don’t know anything about her.  But what woman doesn’t like edible flowers and smiley face, right?

And because I couldn’t seem to stop myself, I also wrapped up the leftovers and put them in little tin buckets and passed them around at school.  (No, I was not trying to score points with the principal’s assistant.  Why do you ask?)

These were really easy to do and made everyone that saw them smile.  So if you know anyone that could use a little pick-me-up, these cuties will do the trick!

It feels good to be back in the kitchen.  Have a great week!


The mind is a funny thing.

Most days, I can’t remember what I had for breakfast yesterday. And I can’t remember whether I wore the same outfit to church 2 weeks ago.

But I’ll never forget the look on my husband’s face when, 11 years ago today, he walked into my hospital room to tell me that our son didn’t make it.  When I left the room after he was born, he was alive.  But an hour and a half later, he was not.

I also remember the hospital wallpaper melting from all the pain medication I was on.

And I remember the birth certificate registrar coming into my room and, after looking around and seeing no baby, asking me if he was down in the nursery.  And I remember her leaving the room quickly and not coming back after I quietly told her where he really was.

And I remember calling my only friend at the time to tell her what happened and see if she could stay with me that night in the hospital so my husband could go take care of our 2-year-old son.  But she had plans for the evening with friends.  Maybe tomorrow?

And I remember having to tell my mom what had happened over the phone.  She was in Europe.  Day 3 of a month-long trip that she and her girlfriends had been saving for 5 years in order to take.  And I remember telling her not to come home, even though she threatened to multiple times.  I found out a few months ago that she still hasn’t looked at the pictures from that trip.  Remembering can be a painful thing.

But I also remember the comforting music being played over the loud speakers – “How Marvelous Is Your Name” – even though no one heard it but me.

And I remember the outpouring of love I felt from my church and from people that I didn’t even know.  For weeks.

And I remember laying on the couch, the day I came home from the hospital, and my 2-year-old son putting his hand on my arm and telling me “Mommy, it will be ok.”

It’s funny the things you remember 11-years later.  But I’m thankful for the memories, good and bad.

And I’m thankful that God has used Jonah’s short life to drastically change our life.

Before he was born, we were making a lot of money and spending it as fast as we could.  I rarely saw my husband because he was working 80-90 hours a week.  Couldn’t turn down that money.  But after Jonah was born, it all changed.  Our focus became our family.  And while that has presented its share of financial challenges over the years, my kids know that their dad is always there, always around. And that is worth all the money in the world.

And I’m also thankful that God has used my experience with Jonah to help other women who have found themselves in the same place. Somehow, someway, it seems to help to see someone who has the same battle scars as you, still moving forward.

So today,  I remember you, my sweet baby boy, and am thankful for how beautifully you have touched our hearts and our lives.  I can’t wait to see you again.

“Though you were only with us a short time, you will be in our hearts forever.”

PS. Through everything with Jonah, as a musician, music was my husband’s one true comfort.  Several years later, he went into the studio and recorded all of that music and released it on CD – “After the Rain“.  If you know of anyone that has lost a child or is struggling for any reason, please contact me.  I would love to send you a free copy to share with them in the hope that it will provide them comfort, as it did for us.

A pie to remember

Who would have ever thought that you could get so attached to people that you don’t even know.  But I find myself in tears as I think about Jennifer Perillo of In Jennie’s Kitchen.

For those that don’t know, her husband passed away suddenly earlier this week of a heart attack.

I have lost my son, my father and my brother, all tragically. I cannot imagine adding my husband to that list.  My heart just breaks for her.

So in honor of her and her husband Mikey, I am making a peanut butter pie today.  Mikey’s favorite, as well as my husband’s. And saying a prayer for Jennie and her family.

I can’t remember exactly where I got this recipe. But of all the PB pies I’ve made, this is the one my husband likes the best.



  • 1 whole 8-inch Oreo (or Graham Cracker) Pie Crust
  • 8 ounces, weight Cream Cheese
  • 1 cup Peanut Butter
  • ½ cup Sugar
  • 1 teaspoon Vanilla
  • 8 ounces, Cool Whip


Beat the cream cheese and sugar until smooth. Add the peanut butter and vanilla. Gently fold in the Cool Whip.

Spoon the mixture into the prepared pie crust. Sprinkle with chocolate shavings.  Refrigerate for at least 4 hours, or until firm.

NOTE: You can also put the filling into individual sized crusts, as pictured above.