Hot Polka Dot

Know What I Mean, Jelly Bean?

I'm in an honest sort of mood so I think it's about time I confessed a few things.

I have never used unsalted butter in any recipe though most of the recipes I've posted on here call for it. I'll tell you a little secret about butter. If the recipe calls for salt then you can just leave it out and use salted butter. You might have already known that but recently it was a little personal revelation of mine.

I am frightened of yeast. Don't get me wrong. It's not like I wake up in a cold sweat after a nightmare about being chased by rising bread dough. I've just never made bread and I'm a little intimidated by it. It's like one of those things you put off for so long you feel like you'll never get around to doing it.

I've never been so organized in the morning that I actually remember to take my butter or cream cheese out of the refrigerator to allow it to reach room temperature like it always needs to be for every recipe. Microwaves are wonderful things aren't they? Although mine seems to be angry with me for whatever reason. When I push the 4 it inputs a 3. Yeah, because that's what I really meant to push, microwave. Thanks.

Also, I used leftover frosting to top off these cute cupcakes. Don't hate me if I don't make everything from scratch every single time ok? Please? I made way too much icing for those Strawberry Lemonade Cupcakes the other day and I just can't bring myself to throw out something as yummy as that White Chocolate Cream Cheese Frosting. I hate waste but I love these Vanilla Jelly Bean Cupcakes. I think you will too.


Chocolate Cubed.

There's something to be said about chocolate. But triple chocolate? That leaves me speechless. We need to invent some new words or something.

Supercalafra-delicious. Expialid-ohyeah.

That works, but it's still lacking somehow. They're just stupid delicious people. Trust me.

Funny how the English language tends to fall flat like that sometimes. It just fails to describe what you actually feel. It's times like that I just stand there with my mouth hanging open. All the better to shove cookies into it my dear. Or I just gesture wildly with my hands while making tortured squealing noises.

I mean you're not going to refer to the fall colours as pretty. That just doesn't cut it. You're not going to bite into a fresh juicy peach and call it tasty. It's not even close. You're not going to inhale a lungful of summer breeze scented with heat and wildflowers then say it's good. You get the picture.

Chocolate cubed. Delicious to the power of three. So it's ok to eat them three at a time right?


Got The Blues.

I baked you a cake. A Blueberry Boy Bait Bundt Cake with Lemon Blueberry Glaze. Try to say that ten times fast.

I love blueberries not just for their adorable smallness, their violet blue hue and explosion of sweetness. Blueberries also hold a special place in my heart right there next to jars of buttons, kittens and antique brooches.

I have fond memories of picking giant, juicy wild blueberries when I was a kid camping in Algonquin Park with my family. We spent every summer there until I was eleven. It's where I learned to swim in Lake of Two Rivers. It's where I learned to draw in the sand of the warm beaches. It's where I distinctly recall drinking orange juice so cold every morning that you could feel it going down into your stomach. It's where I fell in love with fresh blueberry pancakes and bumbleberry pies.

Granted this cake is made with frozen blueberries, but still full of lots of blueberry goodness. Next time, fresh blueberries. Promise.


Beater Licking Good.

One of the happiest childhood memories that I have is licking the beaters whenever I helped my Mom in the kitchen. Whether it was cookie dough or brownie batter or icing, licking the beaters was always the best part about baking at that young age. It's that little preview of the treat you're helping to create, that little something extra that seems like it shouldn't be allowed but it is.

I also have a less than happy childhood memory associated with the beaters. When I was a kid I had long curly brown hair that I would always get compliments on. I'm sure you can see where this is going. Long hair + beaters = bad news. So this one time when I was helping my Mom with the baking I got a little too close for comfort and a piece of my hair zipped right into the running beaters and yanked out. Ouch. It wasn't much but it still hurt. Needless to say we didn't eat that batch of cookies and from then on I was to tie my hair back when helping in the kitchen. But I did get to eat some Soda-Licious gummy fruit snacks to ease the pain and dry my tears. That was never allowed at home. Fruit snacks were strictly for school lunches and nothing else, though I did attempt to sneak them whenever I could.

The reason for all this nostalgia about beaters is yet to come. As an adult I don't normally lick the beaters anymore. I tend to just throw them in the sink and my inner child always fights to get free and save the smidgen of wasted batter still clinging to them. There are times though when licking the beaters is absolutely necessary like with this White Chocolate Cream Cheese Frosting. I stood there in my kitchen and licked clean the spatula, the scraped bowl and the mixing paddle. I couldn't help myself. My inner child made me do it. My electric beaters might have transformed into a Kitchen Aid Mixer paddle attachment, but that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to lick it.


Lost and Found.

I lost my 3/4 measuring cup along with my mind. I frantically tore the kitchen apart searching for it. The measuring cup, that is. Although, had I lost my mind, I would probably search the kitchen for it as well since that's where it usually resides.

The thought of having to use the 1/4 measuring cup three times to measure one ingredient was unacceptable. It had to be found at any and all costs.

So there I was yanking open every drawer and pushing aside every utensil. I checked the dishwasher and even peered into the bottom to see if it had fallen off a shelf. I urgently searched every cupboard and even the pantry. I thoroughly inspected the fridge to no avail. I looked in the microwave twice. Don't ask me why.

In wandered Lee, inquiring sweetly about my unabashed cursing and incessant rummaging. “What did you last use it for?” he asked while helpfully digging through the cupboards.

I paused a moment and replied hurriedly, “I measured sugar for those meringue candies.”

My eyes widened as he calmly pulled out the large tupperware container we keep the granulated sugar in, the 3/4 measuring cup tapping obviously on the partially opaque plastic side. “Oh my god!”

Sometimes you need a second opinion.

I love you honey. Where would I be without you?

So, with my trusty 3/4 measuring cup in hand and my handy boyfriend at my side I made White Chocolate Cranberry Macadamia Nut Cookies. Both the name and the taste is a mouthful. I'll never say no to a mouthful of cookie.


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