Cupcakes with Nutella Icing

Cupcakes with Nutella Icing

INGREDIENTS
For the cupcakes:
1/2 pound (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened
1 1/4 cups sugar
3 eggs
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 1/2 cups flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
3/4 cup light cream

For the icing:
2 sticks unsalted butter, softened
1 tsp pure vanilla extract
4 cups confectioners sugar
1/4 cup nutella

DIRECTIONS
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, cream the butter and sugar until light, about 5 minutes. Add the eggs, vanilla and salt and mix well. Add the light cream to the batter and mix again.

In a separate bowl, sift together the flour, baking powder and baking soda. Add the flour mixture to the bowl, a little at a time. Mix until incorporated evenly.

Line a muffin pan with cupcake wrappers, and fill each to just below the top with batter. Bake for 30 minutes, until the tops are golden and a toothpick comes out clean. Set the cupcakes aside until the pan cools, then remove them to a baking rack to cool completely.

While the cupcakes are baking and cooling, make the frosting. In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, cream together the butter and vanilla. Sift the confectioners sugar into the mixture and mix until smooth.

Once the cupcakes are cooled, frost the cupcakes and serve.

Makes 14-16 cupcakes.

The price is never right

When I was a child Bob Barker still hosted The Price is Right every weekday morning. As a boy I tuned in quite a few times during those short summer days and on days when I was at home from school for one reason or another. Mostly I was sick, I used to get annual ear aches and strep throat. Fun times, I assure you! I remember thinking the show was somewhat magical, much in the same way Lucky Charms are magical. They had a similar magical feeling, mostly caused by a sugar induced euphoria that only a child home from school knows.

Last night I dreamt I was working backstage on The Price is Right. I somehow was put in charge of giving tours to fans. I had a small group of people and I was going to show them the warehouse where the prizes were kept. As we approached the door of the warehouse I noticed it was only about 3 feet tall. I punched in the secret code into the pin pad and the door slowly opened. A leprechaun stepped out and started yelling and throwing things. So it seems to me that the prizes on the Price is Right are guarded by Leprechauns. This makes sense, ... right?

Later in my dream, maybe another dream entirely, I was thrown into apocalyptic times when climate change was out of control. In 9 or 10 days, instead of 9 to 10 years, Florida would soon be flooded and I had taken it on myself to secure a boat. It turns out I ended up stealing a restaurant on a boat. A boat stocked with food! What could be better?

What do these dreams have in common? Maybe they link my greatest fears to the magical safety of my childhood. It reminds me that everything happens for a reason and I should just relax. At least that is my interpretation of the information.

my friends are all in my head

I had the rest of my Thyroid removed on the 26th, last Friday. I was released from the hospital on Saturday. I got food poisoning on Sunday.

I have been having colorful dreams since then. In one dream I purchased a 4-wheeler and drove it over a car. He chased me and I fled into the sewer system where I ran into the ninja turtles. I battled them and narrowly escaped. In another dream I met Bobby Flay and posed for a picture with him. In yet another dream I swam in a pool with friends and ate BBQ.

I thought I had more to say... maybe more will come later.

alive and well in the future

Life takes mysterious turns and we never know exactly where the road will lead us. I look back on my past, then look at where I am, and ask myself "How did I get here??" It's really a mystery to me. I am scraping by, no job makes the ship take on water, but I seem to be staying afloat due to weekly miracles that never seem to amaze me. I'd love to say I planned it all out, but I just don't have the imagination for that.

I think sometimes just scraping by is what I need. I think that I am here only for a short time and living any better than I do might just be a crime. I think that living large would have led to the death of me. I know that I don't need any more than I already have and if I ever get more than I need it'll just be pissed away. I don't mind sweating for my living and most of the time I embrace the work more than the wage.

In the year 2525 men will not have feet, nor be alive. Our brains free from cranial boundaries, we will live in clouds. Modern man has no idea where evolution will take us on this mystery ship.

downsizing

He makes a call to headquarters, but the phone just rings.

I cleaned my closet earlier today because we are moving. I actually need to get rid of quite a few items that I won't have room for at the new house. I don't mind selling my unused things, it's actually therapeutic.

I have been sad lately, as sad as I get anymore these days. I went from soaring in the atmosphere to walking on the sidewalk. It's moments like these that I realizeI took so much forgranted in the past and I have a lot to be thankful for.

The rest of my thyroid has to come out, it has become enlarged and is pressing upon my trachea. Unfortunately I can't say "At least I have my health" because my thyroid is trying to kill me.

It's the small things and the truth is.. it's not the things, it's the experience, time and energy. It took me a long time to learn that, but now I do.

I want to be a CEO

I am picky about the beer I drink, or so I like to think anyway. Local liquor stores aren't the best place to get good quality beer, they tend to focus on liquor more than beer. So I hit up the grocery store next door and was equally as dissapointed by their selection. Lastly I found myself at corner gas station staring at their glass cooler doors in disbelief. They were covered in condensation like someone had left them open for a while.

Then to the left of me I heard a young woman's voice in a high whining pitch say "This is what happens when I don't stay in touch with people". I glanced over my shoulder to see a girl and her mother sitting at a table eating lunch. First I must explain the neighborhood I live in is quite well-to-do and they are mostly white middle class in nature. they drive shiny new BMW's and most have two story homes with pools, but there is a large rental community nearby where I live.

I then heard her say "I chose those classes because I wanted to be with my friends". I then reflected on my own time spent in college or primary school for that matter. I never had any friend in my classes. I always had the task of making friends while in the class, but not that I ever did. It seems like the girl hadn't received the class she chose, which can happen if you're not resolute and fail to followup with your counselor.

I scanned the beer cooler hoping to find something palatable, but in the end I was left staring at a twelve pack of Red Dog. it had been years since I had had Red Dog and honestly I didn't think they made it anymore. I had forgotten what it even tasted like, so I grabbed a 12 pack and smiled as I made my way to the cashier. After all, can you really go wrong with 12 beers for $8.99?

The girl then then said "I chose the class because it was challenging". I smiled and felt warmth in the depths of my heart. Then the young girl said "I want to be a CEO or the boss of a company." At this point I erupted into a full on internal giggle as held out my ID to the cashier. The cashier smiled at me and we exchanged glances. We both new that this young girl would never be a CEO. Did she even know what CEO stood for? If she couldn't stand taking a class without her friends or even followup to make sure she was enrolled in the right class, what hopes did she really have?

Why would she would chose to be a CEO? It seems like an odd choice to me, but the more I think about it the more it makes sense in a flawed sense of reality kind of way. I suppose the girl didn't have any athletic ability or hopes of becoming America's next top model. She probably wasn't particularly brilliant and had given up her hopes of winning on Jeopardy long ago. So how else could she make a million dollars? CEO's are millionaires right? Right!

in colors less known

What's my excuse? ... for being so nonchalant about the days as they pass and turn upside down. I don't really have a good answer for you, but I know I have been paying attention to the facts. It doesn't take much for days to turn into weeks and weeks months, but I do know that every day takes me further from the disaster that could have been.

The great exit is how I choose to remember it. I choose. I made it out just before the place imploded and blew into a thousand pieces. I wanted to thank you because I would have never have left on my own, but since I wasn't given the choice I consider it my duty to thank you who pointed me in the right direction. As I reflect on the time spent, it bears plenty of great memories only turning stale and dead in the last 2 to 4 months. And for me to spend any longer of an amount of time would have been the death of me, so I conclude that it were the best of times and the worst of times. It was the life and the death of me waiting the flip of a switch to transform from one into the next. I am only too glad that I made my exit before I actually did something I would really regret or turned into a monster much like yourself. You saved my life and I wanted to thank you.

Kmart is dead to me

I went out to buy more film for my camera experiments and ended up going into the Kmart down the street from the camera shop. Actually it was a Super Kmart, but that doesn't make it any better. I was hoping to find a cheap scanner that I could repurpose into a negative film scanner(no such luck). As soon as I walked into the Kmart I knew that I would just be wasting my time. As I walked the aisles in search of the electronics department I got the feeling I was just dirty and no one loved me. I felt like the undead, everyone around me seemed like a zombie content on staring at bargain priced soda and knockoff cheese crackers. The aisles towered above me narrow like a grave and were crowded with substandard housewares. The tile floor had seen better days, there were pieces missing, pieces replaced but not the right color or size or cracked pieces missing entirely. The space filled with dirt and filth awaiting the next old lady to come bumbling along to be tripped and fall on a bargain bin filled with rakes and shovels.

I finally found the electronics department, but no scanners were to be found. I inquired about film for cameras and was lead to a dismal display with 2 specimens of Kodak, both overpriced. I turned and left wondering why I even came into this place. On the way out I looked at the crap in the aisles and wonder "Who buys this shit?", but I guess somewhere someone needs a set of juice glasses with Betty Boop on them. The whole experience made me depressed, but I was hungry. I remember when Kmart used to be good enough for me. I used to be a Kmart shopper. I used to walk those aisles content with buying the crap they sold. I needed what they had to offer. I used to think the blue light special was kind of cool. I don't feel that way anymore. It wouldn't take much to bring those feelings back... Clean the floors, declutter the aisles, clean the air and make it smell less stale, make your store look like it's not a place where people come to die.

wash my worries away

I woke up this morning for the second day in a row feeling like someone ran me over with a truck. I'm not hungover, but I am tired... exhausted... I stayed up too late and threw off my sleep cycles. I need to go to bed earlier and get up in turn. The problem lies deep in self control and the feeling of need to stay up to lengthen my day. I also am totally into season three of Dexter and must watch as much as I can as soon as I can. I am an addict.

In contrast I have been shooting a fair amount of 35mm film lately. I have an amazing digital camera, but film has so much more depth and character. I never realized that before. I recently purchased an old Rolleicord IV from a local camera shop and have tweaked it to shoot 35mm which allows me to expose the sprocket holes for a neat effect, but in order to develop the film I have to take it to the store, then bring the negatives home and scan them. At the moment my scanner isn't the best at collecting the data it should, in fact it's the worst. I want to experiment a bit with medium format film and maybe buy a different camera to shoot 35. Either way I am going to have to buy another scanner if I want to continue with my own negative scanning.

I also brewed a german pilsner a couple days ago. I believe it will come out very good because I am getting better at the methods involved in brewing and fermenting. The wort was light and clean, the hops finished well and everything went smooth. Though I may have used too much carapils in the grain primary, but only time will tell.

good clean fun

I knew from the first time I met Phil he was nuts. It was my third night working at Target as a night stock boy when I met Phil. I would have met him on the first night except he was away for quality training. Later he revealed that quality training actually meant sitting outside target in a parked car with the day manager discussing their hostile takeover of the payless shoe store next door. I never questioned him, I just assumed he was nuts.

We were both assigned to the sporting goods area and after loading our merchandise tugs we dug into the task of taking care of all of this crap. As I jammed basketball needles onto their respective hooks I heard Phil talking to himself in the aisle over. He was muttering something about how camping was a complete fraud and if anyone really wanted to go camping he's gladly kidnap them and drop them off in the country for the $65 it took to buy a tent. I laughed inside and agreed, but thought about the smores I had eaten years ago.

I was putting golf tees away when i looked up to see Phil staring at me. I said "Do you know where these fuckers go?" Phil replied "Did you check the plan-o-gram". I looked away knowing that the plan-o-gram was bullshit and all I had to do was find the same bar code number on a label as the package. "I've got to take a leak" and before I could argue Phil was down the aisle and around the corner.

It was an hour later and Phil hadn't returned. i had finished the bike and cooler aisle. I glanced sorely down the camping aisle. I closed in on Phil's tug and saw a pack of opened flashlights. He hadn't taken care of anything. I wondered how Phil kept his job as i finished the flashlights and moved on to various other camping gadgets, some of this stuff was pretty ridiculous. I mean, who needs a stainless steel spork?

I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the walkie talkie with bent antennae. It was 3:15 and closing in on break time. I put the walkie talkie up to my lips and said "Paging Phil, has anyone seen Phil?" I need him to sign off on the plan-o-gram before I could complete the area. Waiting... Not a word. Phil then walked around the corner "So man, jason had me stocking some endcaps near the checkouts and I forgot about you back here". I replied "That's fine, I just need you to sign off this area with me so I can go to break". He grabbed the clipboard and scribbled his name in my box "Here ya go". I looked at him and said "Thanks".

We took our break in the garden center because

What are we bailing out?

Richard Wagoner - CEO of GM


Robert Nardelli - CEO of Chrysler


Alan Mullaly - CEO of Ford


Ron Gettelfinger - UAW President

The root of the problem is they have been selling us poison. Where is my electric car made of recycled material? Where is the innovation? Where is my subcompact electric car? Where is my autopod that drives itself? ... The truth is they are out to loot and plunder society. The truth is they are old out-dated machines of war. It's not just the U.S. auto industry, it's the entire way we think about transportation. We need to focus on a renewable modern way of transportation.

Thanksgiving Dinner

Turkey
Butternut Squash with Browned butter
Stuffing/Dressing
Mashed Potatoes and Gravy
Green Bean Casserole
Broccoli Cornbread
Cranberry Sauce
Cranberry Pumpkin Cookies

didn't see it coming

You can say you didn't see it coming, but it's been on the burner since the early 80's. Simmering on the back burner, boiling down. It's an economic crisis!

I love how they spin it to be all-of-the-sudden. When in reality it's been visible since HGTV hit the airwaves. What do they say? "As soon as you can see and identify the trend it's past it's prime?" ... like curdled milk left out on the counter overnight.

so who do we blame? the insiders? the lobbyists? I blame the people that bought overpriced homes. I blame the flippers. I blame the mortgage brokers that sold bad eggs to the school kids.

All of the sudden we are waist deep in a economic crisis. All of the sudden, like in the last week.

but honestly, who didn't see it coming??

there is only really one way out... raise taxes and reduce spending...

waking up is so hard to do

I think the hardest part of my day is getting out of bed. Once I'm up I'm good to go, but the act of rolling out of bed sucks. The older I get the harder it gets. My necks snaps and pops, my head spins, my eyes are crusty and blurry. I really hate waking up.

We just bought these supposed awesome pillows and a mattress pad with waves and bumps in it. It makes the otherwise old and busted mattress like new. Supposedly.. I don't see the big deal. Sure the mattress is super comfortable and the pillow is super cushy, but I'm one of those people that can sleep anywhere. I slept for a whole six months on an air mattress. Thats when I lived alone. Living alone is not all its cracked up to be, it's a good experience that everyone should have at least once.

So here I sit, on the couch, I just woke up...

its not as bad as it seems

In moderation lies the answers to most problems. Do you keep your keys in your pocket? or do you take them out and put them in the dresser drawer?

I am one of those pocket people. I'd lose control and possibly a lot more if I couldn't keep my keys close to my hip. yesterday was the 7 year anniversary of 9-11. I didn't really ask, but I heard at least 3 stories of that day. I heard how they learned and reacted to the news the towers had been attacked. Everyone loves to talk, but who ever really listens?

Will the history fade? of course it will. Especially if something new comes to take its place. Just look at Pearl Harbor.

the point is... it's not as bad as it seems, it's much worse...

i sing the body electric

I take things one day at a time. I had to go have whats left of my thyroid biopsied today. I had the right part of it removed a few years back because it had become enlarged. Now the left side has cold spots (areas where blood doesn't flow) and the doctor wanted to check them out. I learned today that the cold spots are full of liquid, the doc took 30 cc out with a huge syringe. They are going to test for cancer and let me know. At this point I am debating just having the rest of it removed or having some kind of radiation therapy to kill it. DIE EVIL THYROID DIE!!

So my neck is a little achy at the moment... I took some pain killer, but it's not having much effect. I drank some beer, but it's nothaving much effect. So I am going to try to sleep it off, besides I have to get up at like 6:30 to got to work.

Hurricane Ike

Hurricane Ike has already killed more than 300 people in the carribean. How can this be? I just don't understand how they could not be prepared? I mean it'd be different if they have never experienced a hurricane, but they get smacked all the time. I just don't understand.

Tent cities spring up in LA

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an inconvenient truth

It all came to me as I walked through the shopping mart. I was strolling the aisles and ended up in the DVD section. I never buy anything .. I just walk.. and look.. it seems like the aisles of the stores have become nature for me. Where walden had his woods, I have aisles of imported overpriced crap.

If an inconvenient truth were the truth they'd have packaged it in used toilet paper. In fact, the inconvenient truth is - we are all screwed. At the current rate of population growth, and use of natural resources we will soon be out of space and resources. I wonder if anything can be done to save us?