Pioneer Pound Cake

We had the missionaries over for dinner tonight, and whenever we have them over I like to use them as guinea pigs for new recipes.

I've always wanted to taste Tres Leches cake, but I feel a slight anxiety attack that the cream is going to go all over the place when it gets poured on the cake. I thought I might brave enough to attempt it tonight, but as I was looking at the Pioneer Woman's blog I found something that I couldn't pass up.

The fact that it called for soda in the recipe really intrigued me. ("Soda" is what I call it. I understand the use of "Pop", but I will never understand "Coke". Yes, Coke is a soda pop, but it's a certain brand, NOT the universal word for a carbonated drink.) I knew this is what I wanted to make.

It was SOOOOO good! She recommended ice cream and some kind of fruit syrup, or whipped cream with fruit. So I decided to do it with a blueberry lemon syrup and homemade whipped cream. When the cake and the blueberries are warm with the whipped cream just melting over the top really makes this cake the most perfect cake in existence.
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Please excuse the bottom picture. For one; I'm not a photographer, and two; I'm not a photographer.

Just Because...

I love this picture...

My Other Chin

Can you guess what my New Year's resolution is going to be?

My wonderfully talented son drew a self portrait of yours truly. I thought he was doing a great job, trying to be very detailed oriented on the upper lip and my nose and eyes. But what exactly happened when he started drawing the shape of my face I have no idea. After drawing my prominent pointy chin he drew a conspicuous droopy line underneath it.

"What is that Tobie?"

"Your other chin, you know, right there." he said while pointing up to the mass of flesh dangling from my first chin.

"Oh geez...", is what I was thinking. I kept positive for the sake of his budding artistic interest, but inside I was dying of embarrassment and shame. I know he thinks that I am beautiful, he tells me so. But one day he is going to look at this picture (because I intend to keep it) and realize that mommy had weight issues.

It's an uphill battle and I'm still on my way. It's not really a new New year's resolution. It's a new resolve to make this getting in shape thing work.

I'm not throwing in the towel yet. This fat lady isn't singing!

Oh yeah, and flossing. I'm going to floss every day. Those are my resolutions for 2010.

So wish me luck!