tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427Thu, 31 May 2012 22:49:16 +0000berryquick breaddulce de lecheItalianhi-hatgingerbreadhow tocrumbleblueberrycream cheesestrawberrymochainstructionsBoston Cream Piebiscotticookiepastrycobblercheese cakecornwhoopie pietroubleshootingmakeside dishsummerchocolatequicks'moreswaterydougheggavocadobrittlepecanchairosefrench toastcranberrygingeregg-freedandelionbrokenvanillaindianfudgypiefrostingwhite chocolatepastry creamice creamtobreakfastberriesbavarianpancakelimepeanut buttercurdledvegansnickerdoodleoatsmarshmallowpizzabananalayergraham crackerbarbrown butterdecoratedButterscotchmeringuedessertlumpycherriessweetswiss meringue buttercreampearsugarorangecoconutchickencandysoupypoppyseedraspberrygranolacurdsliceredentrementfruitrhubarbsweet potatocupcakeappledippedsaladmoussecrepebrowniewinteralmondrainboweasyhelpicingwatermangofrozensushiespressosaltedgrapefruitbreadyogurtcerealcocoa nibsdoughnutshortbreadswissmintcakebuttercreamsandwichesganachelemonsoupcaramelspiceHowcookiescheddartutorialcupcakesapricotglazedhoneyvelvetdanishspicysavorypistachiopineapplepuddingbaconstollenTartpeachmapleCustardcarrotyeastjalapenocinnamonhousemacaroncoffeepumpkinyellowcherrypralinefriedclassichttp://www.whisk-kid.com/noreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)Blogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-1344265864848195293Mon, 21 May 2012 00:26:00 +00002012-05-20T20:26:13.955-04:00It was 6 PM on a cool Sunday in May, and our waitress was enjoying the leisurely trickle of customers through the patio door. It wasn't really warm enough to justify the icy pitcher of sangria that we'd ordered, but it didn't matter. After recording our request, our waitress - A - headed for the bar and disappeared; returning some time later with a knowing smile, a weeping pitcher and a pair ofhttp://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/05/roof-best-birthday-cake-with-sour-cream.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)9<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=km0IleV2RaA:l9-FKVGG56A:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=km0IleV2RaA:l9-FKVGG56A:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=km0IleV2RaA:l9-FKVGG56A:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=km0IleV2RaA:l9-FKVGG56A:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=km0IleV2RaA:l9-FKVGG56A:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=km0IleV2RaA:l9-FKVGG56A:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=km0IleV2RaA:l9-FKVGG56A:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=km0IleV2RaA:l9-FKVGG56A:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=km0IleV2RaA:l9-FKVGG56A:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=km0IleV2RaA:l9-FKVGG56A:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=km0IleV2RaA:l9-FKVGG56A:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-6747082475858210819Wed, 09 May 2012 14:23:00 +00002012-05-09T10:26:37.219-04:00Just a short update today, guys! I realized last night after publishing my most recent post that I completely forgot to announce the winner of the McCormick Spring Giveaway. Congratulations go to Emilou Gnu - I hope you enjoy the goodies! Also, I wanted to announce that I've opened a shop on Etsy to sell prints of my photos. I've kept it quiet for awhile, just because I didn't think anyone http://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/05/updates-giveaway-winner-and-etsy-shop.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)6<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=wzqf-8vw80A:KAKTjhI2JWQ:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=wzqf-8vw80A:KAKTjhI2JWQ:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=wzqf-8vw80A:KAKTjhI2JWQ:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=wzqf-8vw80A:KAKTjhI2JWQ:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=wzqf-8vw80A:KAKTjhI2JWQ:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=wzqf-8vw80A:KAKTjhI2JWQ:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=wzqf-8vw80A:KAKTjhI2JWQ:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=wzqf-8vw80A:KAKTjhI2JWQ:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=wzqf-8vw80A:KAKTjhI2JWQ:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=wzqf-8vw80A:KAKTjhI2JWQ:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=wzqf-8vw80A:KAKTjhI2JWQ:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-5917865699626782976Wed, 09 May 2012 03:23:00 +00002012-05-09T10:00:39.150-04:00I forgot to tell you guys: I turned 21 at the end of March. Before you even ask: yes. I am still a kid. I know I've talked about it before, but it's a state of mind more than anything. I mean, I'm certainly mature, but I'm young at heart. Is that so hard to believe? I refer to many people as kids. It's not an insult - it's just like girl/guy/man/woman. Whatevs. Anyway, I guess what http://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/05/21-harvey-wallbanger-cake.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)16<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=ydjV7EcgT2g:3y5Aj07gkyI:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=ydjV7EcgT2g:3y5Aj07gkyI:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=ydjV7EcgT2g:3y5Aj07gkyI:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=ydjV7EcgT2g:3y5Aj07gkyI:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=ydjV7EcgT2g:3y5Aj07gkyI:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=ydjV7EcgT2g:3y5Aj07gkyI:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=ydjV7EcgT2g:3y5Aj07gkyI:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=ydjV7EcgT2g:3y5Aj07gkyI:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=ydjV7EcgT2g:3y5Aj07gkyI:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=ydjV7EcgT2g:3y5Aj07gkyI:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=ydjV7EcgT2g:3y5Aj07gkyI:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-5336267509081070753Sat, 28 Apr 2012 18:36:00 +00002012-04-28T14:39:37.506-04:00A spoon. A spoon and a mouthful of warm jam; involuntary intoxication administered within my own apartment. I can see his face so vivdly all of a sudden; tired skin and dark eyes staring back at me from across the imagined table.  He thought it odd, I remember, that I ordered a coffee that night.  Odd that I also asked for a tall glass of ice water and odd that I spread my pancakes with jamhttp://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/04/jam-apple-strawberry-jam-tart.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)17<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=U9qbSnw1XuA:9g2AJIGyJvo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=U9qbSnw1XuA:9g2AJIGyJvo:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=U9qbSnw1XuA:9g2AJIGyJvo:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=U9qbSnw1XuA:9g2AJIGyJvo:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=U9qbSnw1XuA:9g2AJIGyJvo:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=U9qbSnw1XuA:9g2AJIGyJvo:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=U9qbSnw1XuA:9g2AJIGyJvo:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=U9qbSnw1XuA:9g2AJIGyJvo:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=U9qbSnw1XuA:9g2AJIGyJvo:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=U9qbSnw1XuA:9g2AJIGyJvo:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=U9qbSnw1XuA:9g2AJIGyJvo:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-7424552071363807744Sun, 15 Apr 2012 19:15:00 +00002012-04-15T15:21:13.603-04:00"She hates us." I'd been focused on the sidewalk, but her words caught my attention. I looked up. There was a sneer on her face, and the curt words had fallen from her mouth in a slur of Pabst and desperation. She clung to her boyfriend's arm like a leech with her free hand, nodding in my direction and seeking approval in his hazy eyes. "Her? HA!" The exchange was still registering as I http://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/04/rant-funfetti-cake-with-strawberry.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)62<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=8V98owKnT2k:aiTJIar4QYE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=8V98owKnT2k:aiTJIar4QYE:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=8V98owKnT2k:aiTJIar4QYE:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=8V98owKnT2k:aiTJIar4QYE:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=8V98owKnT2k:aiTJIar4QYE:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=8V98owKnT2k:aiTJIar4QYE:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=8V98owKnT2k:aiTJIar4QYE:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=8V98owKnT2k:aiTJIar4QYE:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=8V98owKnT2k:aiTJIar4QYE:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=8V98owKnT2k:aiTJIar4QYE:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=8V98owKnT2k:aiTJIar4QYE:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-5876932864885720966Tue, 10 Apr 2012 01:37:00 +00002012-04-09T23:11:13.400-04:00Hey guys! View this image in the McCormick Look Book! Want to enter to win a giveaway? Click through for more details!http://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/04/spring-giveaway-blueberry-coffee-cake.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=tI_OOnXozzQ:LxNFDGYbrLg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=tI_OOnXozzQ:LxNFDGYbrLg:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=tI_OOnXozzQ:LxNFDGYbrLg:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=tI_OOnXozzQ:LxNFDGYbrLg:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=tI_OOnXozzQ:LxNFDGYbrLg:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=tI_OOnXozzQ:LxNFDGYbrLg:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=tI_OOnXozzQ:LxNFDGYbrLg:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=tI_OOnXozzQ:LxNFDGYbrLg:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=tI_OOnXozzQ:LxNFDGYbrLg:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=tI_OOnXozzQ:LxNFDGYbrLg:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=tI_OOnXozzQ:LxNFDGYbrLg:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-7087799436579302153Thu, 05 Apr 2012 13:24:00 +00002012-04-06T20:52:46.124-04:00macaronsweetespressodessertchocolatemochaI've had my head down for the past three hours, applying all of my concentration to the mixed stack of binder- and paper-clipped documents in front of me. It would be excessive to delve into their nature here, but imagine for me, if you will: their wisdom buried beneath layers of ink; their once-perfect figures aged with wrinkles and scars of mishandling. For the better part of March, this http://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/04/influence-mocha-macarons.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)16<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=B_pgybI-wvo:Cu5k-MV1-Ak:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=B_pgybI-wvo:Cu5k-MV1-Ak:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=B_pgybI-wvo:Cu5k-MV1-Ak:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=B_pgybI-wvo:Cu5k-MV1-Ak:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=B_pgybI-wvo:Cu5k-MV1-Ak:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=B_pgybI-wvo:Cu5k-MV1-Ak:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=B_pgybI-wvo:Cu5k-MV1-Ak:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=B_pgybI-wvo:Cu5k-MV1-Ak:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=B_pgybI-wvo:Cu5k-MV1-Ak:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=B_pgybI-wvo:Cu5k-MV1-Ak:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=B_pgybI-wvo:Cu5k-MV1-Ak:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-6998064377751279175Mon, 26 Mar 2012 22:20:00 +00002012-04-03T18:22:33.177-04:00browniefudgychocolateHungry for more photos, a recipe for Mocha Cappuccino Brownies and something fun to read? Check out the rest of this post here!http://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/03/spices-mocha-cappuccino-brownies.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)17<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=FgY1avJRGFc:WOM5Sn-T8Z8:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=FgY1avJRGFc:WOM5Sn-T8Z8:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=FgY1avJRGFc:WOM5Sn-T8Z8:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=FgY1avJRGFc:WOM5Sn-T8Z8:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=FgY1avJRGFc:WOM5Sn-T8Z8:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=FgY1avJRGFc:WOM5Sn-T8Z8:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=FgY1avJRGFc:WOM5Sn-T8Z8:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=FgY1avJRGFc:WOM5Sn-T8Z8:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=FgY1avJRGFc:WOM5Sn-T8Z8:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=FgY1avJRGFc:WOM5Sn-T8Z8:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=FgY1avJRGFc:WOM5Sn-T8Z8:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-3738196893934877207Mon, 19 Mar 2012 05:37:00 +00002012-03-19T01:37:59.266-04:00savorybreakfastThere's a time and place where any kind of language is completely appropriate. This blog is not one of those instances. Stalling (for the second time in one day) on a four lane road at the beginning of rush hour, however, is.The string of words that fell, uncensored, from my mouth at that moment are too impure to disclose in this space, but, $@#%, they sure made me feel better. I pleadingly http://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/03/stranger-hippie-hash.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)37<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=o2STr6BAWCE:ypkKoBU-rBY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=o2STr6BAWCE:ypkKoBU-rBY:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=o2STr6BAWCE:ypkKoBU-rBY:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=o2STr6BAWCE:ypkKoBU-rBY:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=o2STr6BAWCE:ypkKoBU-rBY:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=o2STr6BAWCE:ypkKoBU-rBY:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=o2STr6BAWCE:ypkKoBU-rBY:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=o2STr6BAWCE:ypkKoBU-rBY:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=o2STr6BAWCE:ypkKoBU-rBY:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=o2STr6BAWCE:ypkKoBU-rBY:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=o2STr6BAWCE:ypkKoBU-rBY:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-1440212767933023024Mon, 05 Mar 2012 15:20:00 +00002012-03-12T23:16:46.450-04:00sweetcookiecoconutsalteddessertcaramelA crushed beer can.I'm standing on the corner of this vacant parcel, and that's all I see. The crushed beer can - Pabst - in all its glory; a lonesome ornament on this otherwise empty bit of green. Tugging at his leash, Buddy had eagerly begged for a different path, but my feet were determined to reach this place on our walk. I didn’t realize where I was headed, but with no regard for Buddy’s http://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/03/mica-coconut-thumbprint-cookies-with.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)41<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=SRRbC6DOPoA:0l7WhwkLCpM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=SRRbC6DOPoA:0l7WhwkLCpM:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=SRRbC6DOPoA:0l7WhwkLCpM:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=SRRbC6DOPoA:0l7WhwkLCpM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=SRRbC6DOPoA:0l7WhwkLCpM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=SRRbC6DOPoA:0l7WhwkLCpM:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=SRRbC6DOPoA:0l7WhwkLCpM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=SRRbC6DOPoA:0l7WhwkLCpM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=SRRbC6DOPoA:0l7WhwkLCpM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=SRRbC6DOPoA:0l7WhwkLCpM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=SRRbC6DOPoA:0l7WhwkLCpM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-8016756769934381267Thu, 23 Feb 2012 18:32:00 +00002012-02-23T13:34:11.768-05:00cakeslicegrapefruitcream cheeseOver the past month, I've enjoyed waking up to quietness and going about my morning routine alone. I've become accustomed to the ease and speed of making breakfast for one and am strangely comforted by hours of wordless peace spent in an ambient living room. It's been calming after months of enjoyable but tiring trips to and from friends apartments to just... Be in my own place. I've found a http://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/02/calm-grapefruit-cake.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)34<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=SNrYGBcHyYg:J0bU8QJzoRo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=SNrYGBcHyYg:J0bU8QJzoRo:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=SNrYGBcHyYg:J0bU8QJzoRo:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=SNrYGBcHyYg:J0bU8QJzoRo:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=SNrYGBcHyYg:J0bU8QJzoRo:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=SNrYGBcHyYg:J0bU8QJzoRo:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=SNrYGBcHyYg:J0bU8QJzoRo:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=SNrYGBcHyYg:J0bU8QJzoRo:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=SNrYGBcHyYg:J0bU8QJzoRo:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=SNrYGBcHyYg:J0bU8QJzoRo:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=SNrYGBcHyYg:J0bU8QJzoRo:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-2018968721532721506Wed, 15 Feb 2012 05:11:00 +00002012-02-15T00:12:06.241-05:00I'd feel like a complete disappointment if I didn't post something for Valentine's Day. So let's do something quick, shall we? A short post, with a single photo, just to let you guys know I'm acknowledging it. I rang in the evening with finance homework, a bowl of slightly-burned popcorn, and a glass of mead (thanks a bunch, Dad). I've been texting my friends a little more than someone who's http://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/02/late-coconut-almond-and-currant.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)33<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=Bpobg0Jcx6s:HUIql7dmxmg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=Bpobg0Jcx6s:HUIql7dmxmg:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=Bpobg0Jcx6s:HUIql7dmxmg:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=Bpobg0Jcx6s:HUIql7dmxmg:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=Bpobg0Jcx6s:HUIql7dmxmg:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=Bpobg0Jcx6s:HUIql7dmxmg:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=Bpobg0Jcx6s:HUIql7dmxmg:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=Bpobg0Jcx6s:HUIql7dmxmg:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=Bpobg0Jcx6s:HUIql7dmxmg:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=Bpobg0Jcx6s:HUIql7dmxmg:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=Bpobg0Jcx6s:HUIql7dmxmg:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-3728666930610836924Sun, 12 Feb 2012 20:45:00 +00002012-02-12T16:28:34.669-05:00sweethi-hatdippedcupcakepeanut butterdessertchocolate"Hey, I think sat behind you in Marketing last semester."I tugged the ear bud from my left ear, letting it fall neatly over my shoulder and turned to see the source of the voice. Sitting [ironically] behind me, was an innocent-looking guy. Blue-eyed, blonde-haired and messy-headed, he stared at me expectantly with a smile, waiting for a response. "Um..." Surely not what he'd hoped for.I http://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/02/candy-peanut-butter-and-chocolate-hi.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)40<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=VBozLgAZyuY:d6vVIp9claQ:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=VBozLgAZyuY:d6vVIp9claQ:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=VBozLgAZyuY:d6vVIp9claQ:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=VBozLgAZyuY:d6vVIp9claQ:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=VBozLgAZyuY:d6vVIp9claQ:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=VBozLgAZyuY:d6vVIp9claQ:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=VBozLgAZyuY:d6vVIp9claQ:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=VBozLgAZyuY:d6vVIp9claQ:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=VBozLgAZyuY:d6vVIp9claQ:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=VBozLgAZyuY:d6vVIp9claQ:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=VBozLgAZyuY:d6vVIp9claQ:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-466327864710914141Sun, 05 Feb 2012 03:55:00 +00002012-02-04T22:56:40.964-05:00sweetcheese cakebaconcerealsavorybreakfastjalapenoeggcheddarTwenty minutes earlier, I had been comfortable. Twenty minutes earlier, I was asleep, with his arm around my waist, oblivious and warm on the floor of his apartment.Shortly afterward, he'd tiptoed to the bathroom, briefly stirring both myself and his dog with his careful steps. So it was there and then, on the floor that placid 20 minutes later, that I fully awoke to his polished voice. Gently http://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/02/brief-killer-breakfast-sandwich.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)23<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=xOdZUhm1hCg:EArEr3gvJnA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=xOdZUhm1hCg:EArEr3gvJnA:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=xOdZUhm1hCg:EArEr3gvJnA:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=xOdZUhm1hCg:EArEr3gvJnA:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=xOdZUhm1hCg:EArEr3gvJnA:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=xOdZUhm1hCg:EArEr3gvJnA:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=xOdZUhm1hCg:EArEr3gvJnA:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=xOdZUhm1hCg:EArEr3gvJnA:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=xOdZUhm1hCg:EArEr3gvJnA:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=xOdZUhm1hCg:EArEr3gvJnA:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=xOdZUhm1hCg:EArEr3gvJnA:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-5860229760844239185Mon, 30 Jan 2012 22:01:00 +00002012-03-04T12:32:15.722-05:00strawberrysweetfruitbuttercreamswiss meringue buttercreamcupcakerhubarbgrapefruitdessertcream cheeseMy budget-friendly, no-name, strap-covered, lace-up, too-small work shoes have finally worn in. Over the past month, I've gotten used their song over the wooden floors of the office and become accustomed to the funky way they make me walk up and down stairs. I've discovered the ever-flowing source of coffee in the back room and - thanks to the help of our office assistant, C - located its http://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/01/fit-grapefruit-poppy-seed-cupcakes-with.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)40<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=kBa5FI4GLa0:eW0_siZqJgc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=kBa5FI4GLa0:eW0_siZqJgc:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=kBa5FI4GLa0:eW0_siZqJgc:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=kBa5FI4GLa0:eW0_siZqJgc:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=kBa5FI4GLa0:eW0_siZqJgc:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=kBa5FI4GLa0:eW0_siZqJgc:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=kBa5FI4GLa0:eW0_siZqJgc:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=kBa5FI4GLa0:eW0_siZqJgc:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=kBa5FI4GLa0:eW0_siZqJgc:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=kBa5FI4GLa0:eW0_siZqJgc:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=kBa5FI4GLa0:eW0_siZqJgc:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-1640854814799626347Sat, 07 Jan 2012 02:45:00 +00002012-01-24T22:03:13.466-05:00layerswiss meringue buttercreamcakesweet potatomarshmallowI've learned a lot of things in college. Some about the world, some about laundry, some about people, some about science... You get it.Thankfully, not everything I learn gets pounded in my head. To the delight of students everywhere, profs - generally - seem to understand that not every little bit of information they share with us is something that necessarily needs to be committed to memory. http://www.whisk-kid.com/2012/01/process-sweet-potato-ginger-spice-cake.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)32<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=W9wWw5k2fwo:nU865JHQ9sk:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=W9wWw5k2fwo:nU865JHQ9sk:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=W9wWw5k2fwo:nU865JHQ9sk:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=W9wWw5k2fwo:nU865JHQ9sk:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=W9wWw5k2fwo:nU865JHQ9sk:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=W9wWw5k2fwo:nU865JHQ9sk:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=W9wWw5k2fwo:nU865JHQ9sk:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=W9wWw5k2fwo:nU865JHQ9sk:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=W9wWw5k2fwo:nU865JHQ9sk:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=W9wWw5k2fwo:nU865JHQ9sk:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=W9wWw5k2fwo:nU865JHQ9sk:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-6290960720114237443Sat, 31 Dec 2011 00:35:00 +00002011-12-30T20:04:08.696-05:00sweetcherriesstollenyeastalmondbreadglazedorangedessertThe beginning of this year was rough for me; passing with a flood of tears and confusion. After a breakup in February, Mom picked me up from my apartment with chocolates and tissues waiting for me on the passenger seat of her silver SUV. The next day, Dad listened to me cry over breakfast at Shirley's. Every moment preceding, inbetween and following was filled with help from S, R, H and othershttp://www.whisk-kid.com/2011/12/review-stollen.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)13<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=OWUYfhdhd8o:WBPTfiMfF2M:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=OWUYfhdhd8o:WBPTfiMfF2M:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=OWUYfhdhd8o:WBPTfiMfF2M:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=OWUYfhdhd8o:WBPTfiMfF2M:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=OWUYfhdhd8o:WBPTfiMfF2M:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=OWUYfhdhd8o:WBPTfiMfF2M:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=OWUYfhdhd8o:WBPTfiMfF2M:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=OWUYfhdhd8o:WBPTfiMfF2M:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=OWUYfhdhd8o:WBPTfiMfF2M:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=OWUYfhdhd8o:WBPTfiMfF2M:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=OWUYfhdhd8o:WBPTfiMfF2M:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-6684303914771366851Tue, 20 Dec 2011 13:00:00 +00002011-12-20T15:59:08.367-05:00cookiesswisshousebuttercreammeringuewintergingerbreadcupcakedessertGenerally speaking, I'm not the festive type. I've always enjoyed the requisite food and general planning that goes into holidays and events, but it's never gone any further than that. Especially for Christmas. I don't want to sound like a total grinch here, but after, like, age 7 or 8, I wasn't into the whole putting up a tree thing. Putting up a tree meant taking it down and, frankly, as a http://www.whisk-kid.com/2011/12/festive-gingerbread-cupcakes-with.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)29<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=uiXBcOiRn0c:7PcXXbMTDLE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=uiXBcOiRn0c:7PcXXbMTDLE:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=uiXBcOiRn0c:7PcXXbMTDLE:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=uiXBcOiRn0c:7PcXXbMTDLE:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=uiXBcOiRn0c:7PcXXbMTDLE:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=uiXBcOiRn0c:7PcXXbMTDLE:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=uiXBcOiRn0c:7PcXXbMTDLE:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=uiXBcOiRn0c:7PcXXbMTDLE:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=uiXBcOiRn0c:7PcXXbMTDLE:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=uiXBcOiRn0c:7PcXXbMTDLE:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=uiXBcOiRn0c:7PcXXbMTDLE:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-8208092265058893093Mon, 12 Dec 2011 02:40:00 +00002011-12-11T21:45:24.036-05:00sweetlayerganachecakesalteddessertchocolatecaramelOver the summer, I spent a lot of time in a coffee shop in the historic downtown of Sandusky, Ohio. At the time, I was living Cedar Point's employee housing with five other girls. We had neither air conditioning nor the ability to make the amount of ice necessary for the six of us to function on a day-to-day basis, so going out during the day was simply the way I adapted to survive. http://www.whisk-kid.com/2011/12/treat-salted-caramel-chocolate-cake.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)38<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=xKjP_aOPW3Y:ZT4W9pN5G7Q:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=xKjP_aOPW3Y:ZT4W9pN5G7Q:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=xKjP_aOPW3Y:ZT4W9pN5G7Q:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=xKjP_aOPW3Y:ZT4W9pN5G7Q:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=xKjP_aOPW3Y:ZT4W9pN5G7Q:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=xKjP_aOPW3Y:ZT4W9pN5G7Q:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=xKjP_aOPW3Y:ZT4W9pN5G7Q:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=xKjP_aOPW3Y:ZT4W9pN5G7Q:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=xKjP_aOPW3Y:ZT4W9pN5G7Q:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=xKjP_aOPW3Y:ZT4W9pN5G7Q:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=xKjP_aOPW3Y:ZT4W9pN5G7Q:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-7527101017675214339Mon, 05 Dec 2011 04:07:00 +00002011-12-05T00:49:01.011-05:00quickfruitcrumbleeasydessertpeachI've been treating my feet like garbage lately, a fact which is evident by the blistered skin on my heels and the cuts on their tops.Hours in various shoes that are various degrees of too loose, too tight, too something have taken their toll, and I've been paying for it dearly.As such, I'm barefoot, this evening, with a paring knife in one hand and a peach in the other. Relieved of its skin, thehttp://www.whisk-kid.com/2011/12/too-peach-crumble.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)18<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=JGQBEXu0H-c:kDjtGWy1DCg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=JGQBEXu0H-c:kDjtGWy1DCg:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=JGQBEXu0H-c:kDjtGWy1DCg:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=JGQBEXu0H-c:kDjtGWy1DCg:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=JGQBEXu0H-c:kDjtGWy1DCg:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=JGQBEXu0H-c:kDjtGWy1DCg:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=JGQBEXu0H-c:kDjtGWy1DCg:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=JGQBEXu0H-c:kDjtGWy1DCg:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=JGQBEXu0H-c:kDjtGWy1DCg:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=JGQBEXu0H-c:kDjtGWy1DCg:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=JGQBEXu0H-c:kDjtGWy1DCg:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-3021765547834998711Thu, 24 Nov 2011 03:55:00 +00002011-11-25T06:33:02.401-05:00cookieshortbreadorangecranberryToo short, too weak, too uncertain and too eager. That's me, a decade ago, at Grandma's side in the kitchen. Grandma, composed and efficient, effortlessly invented tasks to occupy my boundless supply of Squirt-fueled energy. She, perhaps wisely afraid to pass me a chopping knife, did most of the prep herself; dicing onions, celery and carrots like nobody's business. I, none too eager to grasp http://www.whisk-kid.com/2011/11/usual-cranberry-and-orange-shortbread.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)14<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=npHRm2fI6YU:Wq3uVe9EZV0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=npHRm2fI6YU:Wq3uVe9EZV0:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=npHRm2fI6YU:Wq3uVe9EZV0:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=npHRm2fI6YU:Wq3uVe9EZV0:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=npHRm2fI6YU:Wq3uVe9EZV0:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=npHRm2fI6YU:Wq3uVe9EZV0:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=npHRm2fI6YU:Wq3uVe9EZV0:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=npHRm2fI6YU:Wq3uVe9EZV0:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=npHRm2fI6YU:Wq3uVe9EZV0:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=npHRm2fI6YU:Wq3uVe9EZV0:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=npHRm2fI6YU:Wq3uVe9EZV0:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-427468688271590708Tue, 15 Nov 2011 14:00:00 +00002011-11-24T21:52:59.083-05:00fruitcupcakedessertcaramelappleThere was a smile in her kind eyes, but they were too sparkly to be conveying simple happiness. The fleeting tears that had so quickly and thinly veiled themselves in each eye were subtle hints as to how she was really internalizing our exchange."Isn't this home?" she asked, curiously incredulous but understanding in the same breath. I'd just told mom, after a night's visit, that I was heading http://www.whisk-kid.com/2011/11/home-apple-caramel-cupcakes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)22<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=iIRs1v797Hg:gtLn5oM5VRQ:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=iIRs1v797Hg:gtLn5oM5VRQ:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=iIRs1v797Hg:gtLn5oM5VRQ:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=iIRs1v797Hg:gtLn5oM5VRQ:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=iIRs1v797Hg:gtLn5oM5VRQ:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=iIRs1v797Hg:gtLn5oM5VRQ:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=iIRs1v797Hg:gtLn5oM5VRQ:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=iIRs1v797Hg:gtLn5oM5VRQ:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=iIRs1v797Hg:gtLn5oM5VRQ:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=iIRs1v797Hg:gtLn5oM5VRQ:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=iIRs1v797Hg:gtLn5oM5VRQ:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-4646850957988409366Sun, 06 Nov 2011 16:32:00 +00002011-11-10T19:23:52.038-05:00sweetice creamfrozencookiespicysandwichesgingersnickerdoodledessertFriday night dinners were kind of a big deal in my family. I'm not sure if it was the same for those who did the cooking, but, from a kid's view, the get-togethers were relaxed and casual. At the end of the week - without fail - my aunt, uncle and cousins came over for dinner. It was awesome. I always looked forward to those nights. Most people are happier, I think, on Fridays, but my http://www.whisk-kid.com/2011/11/friday-gingerdoodle-sandwiches.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)21<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=NM_AWpBKQqo:cVvHXWyZ_xA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=NM_AWpBKQqo:cVvHXWyZ_xA:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=NM_AWpBKQqo:cVvHXWyZ_xA:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=NM_AWpBKQqo:cVvHXWyZ_xA:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=NM_AWpBKQqo:cVvHXWyZ_xA:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=NM_AWpBKQqo:cVvHXWyZ_xA:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=NM_AWpBKQqo:cVvHXWyZ_xA:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=NM_AWpBKQqo:cVvHXWyZ_xA:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=NM_AWpBKQqo:cVvHXWyZ_xA:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=NM_AWpBKQqo:cVvHXWyZ_xA:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=NM_AWpBKQqo:cVvHXWyZ_xA:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-2136697151782479521Fri, 28 Oct 2011 13:47:00 +00002011-10-28T10:01:05.282-04:00Hey guys!No recipe today, but I wanted to share a little video I was fortunate enough to host thanks to Rice Krispies and The Motherhood! Check it out if you're looking for some quick Halloween treat ideas, especially if you want to get your kids in the kitchen to help. Both projects (which are quite similar) take only moments to prepare and are fun to do. Be sure to check out both the Rice http://www.whisk-kid.com/2011/10/video-for-those-who-missed-it.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)3<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=O-n4lISewNs:16OsPdUPRrw:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=O-n4lISewNs:16OsPdUPRrw:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=O-n4lISewNs:16OsPdUPRrw:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=O-n4lISewNs:16OsPdUPRrw:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=O-n4lISewNs:16OsPdUPRrw:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=O-n4lISewNs:16OsPdUPRrw:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=O-n4lISewNs:16OsPdUPRrw:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=O-n4lISewNs:16OsPdUPRrw:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=O-n4lISewNs:16OsPdUPRrw:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=O-n4lISewNs:16OsPdUPRrw:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=O-n4lISewNs:16OsPdUPRrw:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541606709586749427.post-2651089432019232562Tue, 25 Oct 2011 16:52:00 +00002011-10-25T13:08:44.528-04:00It happened suddenly and involuntarily. One second I was asleep and the next I wasn't; instantly transported from the field of my dreams into my too-hot and too-small bed of reality. I've forgotten what it was, exactly, that I'd been dreaming of. I don't think that I even knew at the time, but that doesn't surprise me. It seems almost a rule that my sleeping and stimulation-deprived mind http://www.whisk-kid.com/2011/10/dream-cinnamon-graham-cupcakes-with.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kaitlin)17<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=4i4SaRvMv3M:tRD791BuDcM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=4i4SaRvMv3M:tRD791BuDcM:-BTjWOF_DHI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=4i4SaRvMv3M:tRD791BuDcM:-BTjWOF_DHI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=4i4SaRvMv3M:tRD791BuDcM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=4i4SaRvMv3M:tRD791BuDcM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=4i4SaRvMv3M:tRD791BuDcM:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=4i4SaRvMv3M:tRD791BuDcM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=4i4SaRvMv3M:tRD791BuDcM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=4i4SaRvMv3M:tRD791BuDcM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?a=4i4SaRvMv3M:tRD791BuDcM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/ZdjH?i=4i4SaRvMv3M:tRD791BuDcM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div>