Food Porn Friday – Red Velvet Cupcakes

I have tried the simpler version of this recipe but it wasn’t nearly as good. If you want to become a red velvet cupcake addict I strongly suggest you try these. Also, as I was making them I started to think what an awesome Christmas dessert they would be. I’m a little slow on the uptake like that.
{Recipe adapted from here}

The best thing about cupcakes? Other than their general deliciousness is you don’t have to worry about getting them out of the cake tin at the end. Cupcake liners! So to start off with pre-heat your oven to 175 or 160 if you have a fan-forced oven and put all of your liners in to your cupcake tin. I have two cupcake tins. One has slightly bigger cupcakes than the other. I find using the smaller cupcakes yields a higher, better looking cupcake. But you may only have one cupcake tin in which case this kind of nit-picky decision making isn’t your concern.

Beat 60 grams of butter for about 1-2 minutes and then add 3/4 cup of white sugar and beat for 2-3 minutes until light and fluffy. Add in one large egg and 1/2 teaspoon of vanilla extract and beat until incorporated.

Sift together one and a quarter cups of plain flour, a quarter teaspoon of baking powder, a quarter teaspoon of salt and a tablespoon of cocoa. I always make sure that I don’t add the salt right on top of the baking powder as salt kills the rising agent. I know this is the case with baking soda anyway, so I’ve always assumed it’s the same with baking powder. It could be a pointless supersitition though.

In a separate container whisk together 1/2 a cup of buttermilk with two tablespoons of red food colouring. I use more food colouring than the original recipe calls for because the first time I didn’t the result wasn’t quite as red as I would have liked.

Mixing on a low speed add half the dry mix to teh butter and sugar, then add the buttermilk mixture, then add the rest of the dry mix.

In a small cup combine 1/2 teaspoon of white vinegar and 1/2 teaspoon of baking soda until it fizzes and then working quickly fold it into your batter.

Now you are ready to add the mix into your cupcake tins and into the oven. Bake for 18-23 minutes depending on your oven.

Now for the icing. I’m what you call a cream cheese icing evangelist. It doesn’t matter what the dessert is, most of the time I think it can be improved with creem cheese icing. And most of the time I would be content to eat it straight. You can make it any flavour you want. In this case it’s vanilla but chocolate cream cheese icing is damn fine too.

I use 250g of cream cheese and beat until soft (it helps if it’s at room temperature. If it’s not separate it out so that it warms up more quickly). Then add a 1/2 teaspoon of vanilla extract and a 1/2 cup of icing sugar until smooth. Then add in the cream. The original recipe called for cold heavy whipping cream but I don’t know what that is, so I used double cream – about 2/3 of a cup. Just mix it in until it’s all combined.

Once the cupcakes have completely cooled they are ready to ice.

And eat. So good.

The War on Mess

This morning’s vlog is brought to you buy a war that I am pretty sure I am losing. It’s not pretty. And finding a spot in the house that didn’t look like a disaster zone was the most creative I’m likely to be all day.

Epic Fail or Epic Yum

This post is sponsored by Blue Ribbon as part of my Blogopolis sponsorship
You’d think that me and a dessert site would be a match made in heaven. And you’d mostly be right. I do love to bake. However, my creative spirit in the kitchen is not always such a great match as far as baking is concerned. Baking is more of a science than an art. And I don’t tend to get all exact with my measurements. Possibly something I should have considered before making pavlova for the first time. Possibly.

Due to my haphazard baking style I never really did get to stiff peaks and as a consequence I ended up with sad, flat pancake pavlova. A brief consultation with Glowless on twitter provided the solution – deconstructed pavlova mess. All of a sudden my epic kitchen failure wasn’t looking so bad.And it tasted pretty good, which is all I really care about. But it did convince me of one thing – enough strawberries and cream can pretty much save any disaster.

As for me and baking? My passion (if not my skill) is unwavering. I’m better with chocolate, I promise.

Organise Your Life – 15 Minutes at a Time

Today I’m interviewing Amber of Re-Organizing Mom. Amber is a beautiful friend and if you’re not already following her on twitter, you really should. She also writes at Unlikely Mama and has graciously agreed to be my official Blogher correspondent, given that so far no one has offered to sponsor my trip from Australia to New York. Go ahead, go over to her site and soak up the awesomeness. I’ll wait.
Before you had Alexa, were you a super-organised person?

Wow, was I ever! I actually had an organizing business. I would go into other people’s homes and whip them into shape. Even as a child I loved to tear my room apart and put it back together. I was really into moving furniture around, even drew our floor-plans before I would act :-) When I had a “real job” in the corporate world, people would comment that my desk was too neat. That I must not have enough to do. I’m just the type that puts my things away when i’m not working on them. So I try to keep just one task at hand at any given moment. Well, I should say, I used to keep one task open. NOW I’m fluttering through my day trying to remember why I entered a particular room :-)

Did you manage to keep yourself just as organised when Alexa was first born or did it all go out the window straight away?

I can honestly say the only real things that were kept organized were my pumping, and our family website postings (pictures, updates, etc). I had very little control over most of what was happening while Alexa was in the NICU, so I kept to a rigid pumping schedule…which meant all my supplies had to be in order and everything was timed (maybe too much). The other side of that was I had more free time than most new moms. While I went to the hospital almost everyday (missed maybe 2 days in those 5 weeks), I was still home alone more often than most with a new baby. Soooooo I updated the website like crazy. I downloaded all the photos each day and organized them into folders (online and off). It kept me sane. It gave me something to do.

Once we brought Alexa home we still nursed on a similar schedule to the pumping, and the website was kept updated (though not as frequently because there just weren’t as many details day to day like there were when we were surrounded by doctors!). Peter was home for the first 2 weeks with Alexa, and then my mother came and visited for a few weeks. She didn’t stay with us, but was over visiting just about everyday. This helped me keep things in order around the house. It probably would have been best if my mother was the one cleaning instead of always wanting to hold the baby…but she didn’t offer and I didn’t ask. Lesson learned (IF there’s EVER a next time, lol).

After everyone left and I was home alone with Alexa, I basically did nothing ALL day until Peter came home. She nursed around the clock, and wouldn’t sleep unless she was in my arms (well we could trick her into sleeping in the swing from time to time), but for the most part I held her 24 hours a day. I would, however, hand her off to Peter for a couple of hours at night so I could clean, do laundry, stuff diapers, etc.

The house may never be as clean and orderly as it once was, but I’m ok with that. We get the important stuff done around here,,,and the most important thing we do is fully engage our daughter. I know you can relate :-)

How did you get the idea for Re-organizing Mom? Is it anything to do with my theory that if you have any chance of getting something done you need to blog about it?

I really like your theory! But, no…I started it around the same time that I decided to finally dissolve my professional organizing business for good. I just felt like a fraud trying to help my, just one remaining, client. It’s hard enough for me to remember to pay my bills or shower, adding a list of things to research for her….or just trying to find the time to type up session notes, goals for next time, etc….well I knew it was time to call it quits.

Just because I don’t feel like I can run a business doesn’t mean that I don’t want to get back to my old self some day. Starting a blog (that I am sorely neglecting!) about organizing seemed like a logical step. Maybe one day I’ll muster up the energy to start posting over there again. Sadly, I haven’t been taking any of my own advice. I have so many ideas in my head, just no time to put pen to paper (or well…fingers to keyboard, ha).

Best 5 things people can do to start getting organised?

  1. Take stock of what you have and purge purge PURGE things you don’t use, need, or LOVE. Keeping things you don’t use cost you valuable time when you need to find something you do use, and paying for a bigger house to store clutter is a waste of valuable money.
  2. Create a “natural” space for everything. (EX: Does your mail pile up on the table next to the TV? Why not create a mail station right there. It’s obviously where you’re naturally inclined to sort it.) Basically, see where you normally find yourself leaving things, and create an official space for them right there! It will save you time and the headache of getting used to taking your tasks elsewhere.
  3. Go paperless. Paper is a HUGE clutter problem for most people. It’s also something physical we can lose or bury…and then forget to deal with. If you can, stop all paper statements. They will be less to file (you don’t really need to file them anyway!), Less garbage, and it’s faster to pay bills online anyway. You can always download and print a statement if there’s something that you really want to save.
  4. Make lists! For everything from groceries that need to be purchased, to random things you wish you had time to do. I keep a book in the kitchen so that I can jot down food that we run out of before I forget about it. I also tend to text message myself (from phone to my email) of things that I need to look up…using my inbox as a sort of ongoing to-do list.
  5. Work in 15 minute blocks. Does your state of disorganization overwhelm you? Can’t imagine tackling the whole problem at once? Well then don’t. Set a timer and then sit down with your pile to sort, or your chore to do. Work for the alloted time, and when the timer sounds, be done. Don’t think about it again until the next day. You can do 15 minutes a day, I promise :-)

And the biggest mistakes people make?

This is a hard one, because not everyone makes the same mistakes.  Though…I would have to say, most of my old clients made the mistake of thinking they could do it all themselves.

I’m not saying that everyone needs a professional organizer to come in and whip them into shape…but there are some ways to take the burden off only you.  Don’t try to remember everything you have to do just by making a “mental note” of it.  If you’re already disorganized, chances are there’s some stress in the mix.  Forgetfulness is soon to follow, I know it does for me :-)

Automate things to make your life easier.

  • Don’t want to be a nag about chores?  Use an online reminder program (like ChoreBuster) to send those nags to your family’s inbox.
  • Can’t remember appointments to save your life?  Use your phone’s calendar program to input the date and time as soon as you schedule one (almost everyone has a smartphone these days right?).
  • Keep forgetting to pay bills on time.  Enter in the due date into your email program’s calendar (Outlook is my fave, but Google calendar is great too!), just make sure to enter in a date that’s BEFORE they’re due…specially if you’re still sending checks.
  • For that matter, why are you still writing checks?  Pay bills online, set up auto-debits, set up email reminders from your major creditors.

Basically, make technology work for your.  Create your own personal assistant.  It takes some time to set up and get used to doing, but it’s SOOO much easier in the long run.

Thanks so much to Amber for participating in this interview and for all her insights, in spite of my somewhat disorganised and haphazard emailing!

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Going Viral (Not the Good Kind)


I like the idea and the reality of a family. You have company without having to get out of pyjamas. You get to be around somebody who has seen you at your absolute worst and still thinks you’re pretty awesome. You have in-jokes and non-secret codes. All in all, it’s a pretty sweet deal.

That is, until somebody gets sick. This week that person was me. I was the evil carrier monkey that brought this flu into our home. And then spread it to all and sundry. But even before I’d started to spread the misery, certain things break down. Like the pile of dishes that doesn’t have the decency to do itself when I’m not feeling well, or the piles of clothes in the bathroom, or the unmade dinner or all manner of other things that I would normally do during the day.

There’s a big problem with getting sick and looking after a toddler. For starters, unlimited energy goes a long way. And I’m running on negative energy. Somehow the ‘let’s fall asleep together on the couch’ game isn’t as exciting to the toddler as it is to me. The other problem is that they are entirely intuitive creatures, so if you’re not feeling well, they’re likely to pick up on it and be miserable themselves. So instead of being sick and having a jolly toddler. You are sick and have an irate, grumpy, demanding, sensitive toddler.

Then of course, the husband gets home after a hard day at work and a long commute and is faced with a tantruming toddler a bleary eyed wife who only vaguely resembles the woman he married thanks to the snotty, coughing, exhausted mess she’s been replaced with, and a pile of dishes that looks about double what it was when he left in the morning. It disrupts the balance. The delicate, delicate, domesticity balance. Because I might be sick, or I might just be a relatively ugly lazy person who refuses to get out of her pyjamas.

And then of course, the nail in the coffin happens when EVERYONE gets sick. I get more sick and start to feel like I should be researching head transplant options, the toddler starts to get sick, and the husband gets very sick (because women can never be as sick as men. It’s like a fact or something). And instead of a well oiled machine, you’re left with a crash site and grumpy people who are unable to get to sleep because someone, somewhere is always sneezing, spluttering or coughing up a lung. And despite the toddler being poorly – it doesn’t stop her from bouncing or running or crash tackling. Because she’s sick, not dead.

The best you can really hope for is that you don’t get better at different times and then re-infect one another. That’s the dream of family life – that we don’t reinfect one another.

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Running Interference


It is all kinds of challenging to attempt any renovation with a toddler. Other than brief napping periods (oh so brief!) you need at least one person to run interference. Because as delightful as it is that they just want to be a part of absolutely everything, you can’t really let them do the vast majority of things and even ‘helping’ is very limited – particularly when you’re dealing with the final gloss coat on a couple of doors.

But I have developed just a few strategies -

1. Helping

Helping is great, but not always possible. My solution is to set her up with a paintbrush and a container of water so she can ‘paint’ her cubby house while Daddy is painting the doors.

2. Food

I’m not above using food as a distraction tool when necessary. Chocolate cupcake anyone?

3. Outside Play

I love the trampoline. She can be bouncing around and still be amongst all the activity, without getting a hand print on one of the doors (although, that’s not a bad idea . . . .)

4. Get Up High

Sometimes I can get away with doing things that are out of toddler grab reach. Cutting in, for example. This is a bit hit and miss though. Sometimes she’s just as likely to want to climb the ladder as well.

That’s about it so far, but if anyone else has any ideas – I’m all ears!

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Go To Dish


Everyone has one. That meal that is easy to make, tasty and cheap. I like to cook in bulk. I’m incapable of cooking for one or two people, so I’m all about the leftovers. Because it means that I don’t have to cook lunch and waste precious nap time by cooking. I can heat and watch a guilty pleasure on TV. Actually, I have no guilty pleasures on TV because there are plenty of things I feel guilty about. Watching Dr Phil/Gossip Girl/Other various crappy reality programs isn’t one of them.

Red Kidney Bean Chilli
Ingredients

Olive Oil (or any oil really – use chilli oil if you’d like some extra kick)

4 brown onions

5-10 cloves of garlic (depending on your garlic love)

15 button mushrooms

3 cobs of sweet corn

2 cans of diced tomatoes

2 cans of red kidney beans

Seasoning: lemon juice, salt, pepper, all spice, paprika and cumin (also to taste – I’m into spices)

Optional: cayenne pepper if you want spice – I leave that out so it’s toddler friendly.

How To

Add the oil, diced onions, a few squirts of lemon juice and garlic to the pot (on a medium heat)

Season with salt, pepper, all spice, paprika and cumin

Slice the mushrooms and add them to the onions

Cut the corn off the cob and add it in.

Season again with all the spices.

Add in the tomatoes and the red kidney beans

Season again with all the spices.

Keep on the heat until all ingredients are warmed through – or longer if you want it to thicken up a little.

That’s it! It’s that easy. It usually makes about 4 adult servings and 2 toddler servings.

Jazzing It Up

It can be served with rice (brown rice and you have a complete vegetarian protein), on it’s own, with corn chips to make a nachos (add some guacomole for heaven) or a healthy version of corn chips like toasted mountain bread. I always add cheese. Because cheese makes everything better.

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Body is Weak

It’s two days later. Standing up or crouching down still feels like torture. You never know how often in a day you do just that until your muscles are in trauma. Add a toddler to that? I am always crouching down for one reason or another.
Still, completely worth it. Our house formerly the domain of fake wood grain is slowly being transformed into something else entirely. How I hate that fake wood. I hated looking at it in the morning when I woke up, when I had breakfast, while I was working and while I was relaxing in the evening. It taunted me with its late 70s / early 80s grossness.

I am not the tidiest of painters. We are having the floors done as soon as the painting is finished so I didn’t worry to much about my trail of destruction.

And the front door. Previously a non descript brown hunk is now pretty in antique white.

5 doors. 5 door frames. 4 coats of paint each. All jammed into 11 hours of time while the toddler was at the agricultural fair with her Aunt.

The gypsy in me is pleased that I will soon be able to live in a new house without actually having to do the moving part.

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The Unrelaxing Long Weekend


I thought it would be a brilliant plan to make a dent in the painting. Long weekend. Perfect time to do projects around the house – or so hardware store advertising would have me believe. Obviously the marketing geniuses for those advertising campaigns don’t have toddlers.

A sweet little bundle who looks up at you with her big eyes when you are in the middle of cutting in and says ‘Mummy! To-urn! Pu-lease’. Very difficult to resist. Also very difficult to impress on her that the paint brush doesn’t need to go all the way into the paint tin, or that there are some things that she just can’t help with. Tantrums ensue.

So, Daddy was relegated to outdoor duties with Riley (planting Sunflowers, playing in the sandpit, swinging and trampoline). Anything really, to give me some time with the painting. And for the record he hates it when she asks to go on the swing. Trust me, it gets pretty boring after awhile.

So now, I have made a dent in the painting (although not as much of a dent as I’d like) and I begin to wonder if I’ll actually finish the job in my lifetime. Because I’m working on the easy bit. The hallway has no carpet, no furniture and is generally out of the way. The fact that I’m currently doing the easy bit is deeply terrifying. I’ve still go the play room, the kitchen and the lounge room to go. I think if I had about 10 long weekends in a row I might have a hope in hell.

Whatever people pay painters, it’s worth it. I have DIY amnesia – when I had an investment property with my sister and we re-painted, I swore I would never submit myself to that kind of torture ever again. Yet here I am, painting, again. Still, looking at the 70s fake wood is more than I can bear. If I have to look at it for too much longer, I’ll lose the will to live. So I guess I have to take these frenetic bursts of DIY motivation where I can.

In the end it will be worth it. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. The fake wood will be painted antique white. The lino will be replaced with blackbutt floor boards and the beige-void wall colour will be replaced with a pale pastel green. Picturing that is officially my happy place.

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Best Laid Plans


Four day weekends. A chance to catch up on all those pesky things that seem to slip through the cracks when you have only a two day weekend. Except, I didn’t clean the house, or get any painting done, or do any washing or really do anything vaguely useful.

We went to a birthday party at the Australian Reptile Park, we visited a friend who’s just come home with her new baby, we hunted for Easter eggs and I watched Riley consume her own body weight in chocolate. And then today I was somewhat helpless to do anything, thanks to nasty, nasty teething.

But I did get to sleep in twice. Far more useful than any amount of cleaning in my book.