A cooking competition

A certain friend of mine is in a bit of a baking competition to win over her boyfriends manly food-loving heart. So she called me, and used some serious flattery, telling me my cookies were always good (which is quite the exaggeration), but I am always up for some nice flattery, so I found her a winner recipe.

Just the name makes it a winner.

Million-dollar Caramel Cookies

1 C butter, softened

1 C sugar, plus 1 Tbl

1 C light-brown sugar

2 egs

2 tsp vanilla

2 1/2 C flour, plus 1/4 C

3/4 C cocoa

1 tsp baking soda

2 Heath candy bars

1 bag Rolo chewy caramels

Preheat oven to 375. In a medium bowl, beat butter and sugars until fluffy, then add eggs and vanilla and beat well.

In a separate bowl, mix 2 1/2 cups flour, cocoa and baking soda. Add flour mixture to sugar mixture a little bit at a time and blend well. If the dough feels too sticky, sprinkle in a little extra flour. Cover and chill dough in fridge for about 30 minutes.

Chop Heath bars into small pieces. Place in a small bowl and toss with 1 Tbl sugar.

Once dough has chilled, wrap a piece around each caramel, forming a 1-inch ball and covering the candy completely. Dip top of the dough ball into the candy topping and place on parchment lined baking sheet.

Bake for 7-10 minutes. Cookies will look quite soft, but do not overbake. Cool in pan slightly, then move to a rack or the counter to finish cooling. Store in a covered container.

I bake mine around 8 or 9 minutes.

So yummy.

Good luck my friend!
(I couln't resist so I made them this morning)

A tiring, perfect day

(Please take notice of the boys face, obviousely disgusted by us)

Yesterday was perfect. 

      The only thing I love more than wakeboarding and boating is a surprise invitation to go boating. Some guys invited us about an hour before they were leaving; spontaneity makes everything more exciting. It was a perfect day at the lake, eventhough the lake was so full that our beach consisted of a hill of weeds. And, no boating day would be right without pain. We had blood, a bruised jaw, and a sore leg.

     Then came 80's night. I personally wasn't born in the 80's so my outfit choices always consist of my warped views from TV shows like "13 going on 30" and "16 candles". At lease I sure hope people in the eighties did not walk around in gross neon tank tees and fanny packs with huge curly hair. If they did, I would have loved/fit into the eighties. Eighties night consists of college students, (and the select few adults who had their best times in the 80's) who come dressed up, (or down) to dance. Everyone then dances to the best music the eighties had to offer, especially "girls just want to have fun."

    By the way, the best dance moves come from those adults that come to dance with the college kids. I hope one day me and my husband will be brave enough to do this.

A late birthday present

It was one of my old roommates birthday back in June, so I finally got my act together (I made sure it was less than a month late) and made her present.
I took this page out of an amzing book She, by Kobi Yamada. It is full of these simple quotes that empower women. This page fits my amazing friend, she truely does this everyday. Although she thought I chose it as a subtle hint that she was getting married soon, I truely just liked it. I guess I can't blame her for thinking I would do that...

I'm new to this.

Blogging.  I kept telling myself I couldn't do it, and no one would even read it. So I continued to stalk blogs. I only call it stalking because i've never met most of the people whose blogs I read, and if I did meet them, I would be starstruck. So then I decided Who Cares if no one reads it? So I conquered my fear (a fear of blogging, I know i'm pathetic) and i'm doing it! I would love to hear your comments or suggestions. AND? If no one reads this, it can just be my personal journal on the world wide web. Here we go.
This is me and one of my best friends Erin. We went to our favorite local college hang out, Sammy's, for an amazing pie shake (YES, pie + ice cream blended = heaven for me during finals). I miss her while she is living away from me for the summer, but come fall she is all mine. Happy Tuesday!