Under Pressure...

After the "do-nothing-in-the-kitchen" two days I had last weekend, I knew I had to step up my game during the week. 

Clearly I didn't so do well with the available assistance I had at my disposal on Saturday and Sunday and knew that I had to get orders out.   I also had to add to a care parcel I've been putting together for my brother and I need to keep making homemade chocolates for my parents (the demand for those is staggering, they're loved and appreciated, and best of all, a temporarily accepted form of repayment for the millions of dollars they've loaned to us.) 

I also crazily generously decided to volunteer my baking services to a charity auction that is happening this weekend.  

I busted out cupcakes, truffles, brownies, frosting, and fillings, all while being home alone with my two little monkeys.  A two year old and  a nine month old are not in the least conducive to a peaceful baking environment, but tuning them out listening to their angelic voices got me in the zone. 

I've deduced that I must do my best work while having my pants pulled down by O and having G leave flour-y hand prints on my ass  Big Daddy's at work. 

This weekend has also thus far proven bakeless, but I have high aspirations that I'll get to attempt the macarons I've been having inappropriate dreams about wanting to make!

Enjoy one of the fruits of my labor, hopefully this week allows for more posting, I've got a lot to get out of my system.

The Best Laid Plans...

Well, this weekend was a total bust in the baking department.  I had high hopes of getting a ton of treats made while I had Big Daddy home to help with the tiny terrors angels.  Instead, nothing in the sweet department came out of my kitchen.   

Saturday brought us to the mall where we bought and embroidered G a pimp hat to match the ridiculously cool Jordan track suit Nanny got him for Christmas.  Yes, he's 2.  He's also WAY better dressed than I am.    

Sunday got me up way too early.  I stood in the kitchen with O in my arms, thinking, it's quiet, the big boys are still sleeping, let's start to mix something up.

Nope.  Fleeting thought.

We then took the boys to a kiddie carnival where they played for hours.  G put down a hot dog, juice, a couple of suckers, chips, popcorn, milk, and cotton candy.

I'm still waiting for him to fall asleep. 

No baking. 

Looks like I do it when it's least convenient, when I'm alone with two babies..

Clearly I work better under pressure.

G's still awake.