Baking therapy – 7 layer bars

Yesterday, I had my cranky pants on. I was crabby for no real reason. Today was better, but my last class of the day was my most challenging one. Low functioning, attention seeking, blurting out, active (but very enthusiastic) 2nd graders. So what’s a girl to do after a day like this?

Sweatpants on. Pandora up. Pinterest loaded. Oven pre heated.

Baking therapy.

My little sister has been asking for some goodies and requested 7 layer bars. So that’s exactly what I did. I (mostly) followed this recipe here. Best part of this recipe – I only dirtied 1 bowl, 1 measuring cup, 1 rubber scraper, and the pan I used to bake it. I didn’t actually measure the graham crackers crumbs – I used 1 package of graham crackers. And I guesstimated how much 1/3 cup was on the coconut so I didn’t have to dirty another measuring cup.


Yum! Hopefully the sis enjoys them!



Second helpings of peach cobbler

Peach cobbler and I had another date! On Friday, we went to the Fright Farm haunted house in Maplewood. It was actually pretty fun! But I must admit – it felt like we were in high school. We were surrounded by lots of giggly, shrieky, tweens and teens clinging to their awkwardly stoic boyfriends. We made friends with a gay couple behind us (they were hilarious! It was clear that the one of them had planned the date and the other one wasn’t too happy about it…) and chatted while we waited in line. When we got to the entrance, they asked us how many in our party so we asked the guys if they wanted to come with us – definitely a good decision. They were so funny! We had a great time. Then peach cobbler and I went to his cousin’s for a bonfire. All in all, it was a good date!

I’ve gotten a few OkCupid messages, but nothing worth responding to (I know…that sounds mean. But true. I don’t want to lead them on!). My Tinder game has slowed down – I think I’m being optimistic about peach cobbler – but I will leave you with one of my favorite conversations I’ve had the last few weeks. I think you’ll be able to guess why we’re not talking anymore….


Carrot Cake

My cousin got married this weekend! We really lucked out with the weather, and it was a great excuse for me to get a new outfit (right?!) Here’s a picture of me and my date


Yep, those are my parents. No plus one for me. Although I did have a dancing partner for most of the night…

Carrot cake.

He was one of the groomsman (the only single one) and I had noticed him earlier in the evening. He was taller than me, and a ginger. My brother and dad are redheads, and I have a soft spot for gingers. Actually, I kind of wish I had red hair. He seemed a little obnoxious, like the funny guy at the party that wants all the attention. Also found out he is 22. But the music was blasting, the drinks were flowing, and the dance floor was open…

I don’t remember how it happened, but he came up to me and then the next thing I know, we were dancing. It was fun! But he had a little too much to drink. At one point he tried to shove his tongue down my throat. Like, literally. I just about choked. I was just interested in dancing. I did a lot of strategic head bobbing in my dances.

But the real kicker was when my uncle (father of the groom) pulled me aside when carrot cake went for a drink. This is what he said: “I don’t want to tell you what to do. You’re an adult – if you’re just looking for a fun time tonight, go for it. He’s a fun guy, he’ll make you laugh. But I have to tell you – you can definitely do better”

Decision made. He was only going to be a dancing partner.

Carrot cake felt differently. He had clearly had too much to drink – he forgot my name (twice) and when he attempted to dip me on the dance floor, he promptly dropped me on my head and fell down next to me. That was partially my fault – I should’ve known he wasn’t coherent enough to hold on! He was pretty adamant on taking me back to his hotel room – and I was pretty adamant that it wasn’t going to happen. He even said “I don’t want to sleep with you, I just want to cuddle!” Yeah, ok. He kept asking for my number and I told him if he remembered me in the morning, I’m sure there would be a way for him to get my number (I’m related to well over half the people at the wedding) and if not, we’ll just chalk it up as a great night dancing. I thought for sure he’d forget.

I was wrong.

This afternoon I got a facebook message from him asking for my number! Gah! I was so hoping he would’ve forgotten, or just brushed it off as a fun night. As politely as I could, I told him I’m flattered but no thanks.

Maybe by the time the next family wedding comes along, I’ll have an actual date…

Peach cobbler and the date that never was

Peach cobbler and I finally met! It was pretty last minute –


So we met for a drink after church choir. And it was good! We talked for almost 2 hours and conversation flowed very naturally. It took me a bit to get over the short factor (shallow, I know…) but when we’re sitting down it’s hard to tell. He’s worth another shot for sure.

Now let’s rewind to Monday. I received this message on Plenty of Fish


My tagline on POF is “my friends are getting married – I need a plus one” so I thought this initial message was super creative! Plus I LOVE The Office and Michael Scott’s “that’s what she said” jokes.  Points for him.

We messaged back and forth for a bit, and talked about the usual – jobs, where we live, hobbies, The Office, etc. Then he gave me his number. I had texted him hello, he texted me back. Pretty normal. On Tuesday, I got this


Flattering, but we had already talked about the fact that I don’t live in the cities and live in the middle of nowhere. I get up at 5am and spend my days with 5-8 year olds. Let’s be real: at 9:50 on a weeknight, I am in bed. And most likely already asleep. Going out in downtown Minneapolis on a school night? No thanks. I told him I’d take a rain check.


For whatever reason, I got a funny feeling about him. I had a feeling that we wouldn’t actually meet. He seemed too charismatic to be for real. And I was right.


We never met. I haven’t heard from him since. Oh well. Just another guy to add to my list…

Tinder moments gone wrong

Tinder has this lovely little feature called “moments.” It’s basically like a snapchat story – you can post a picture and it stays there for 24 hours. If your matches like your moment, they swipe right and you get a notification.

Some moments are better left unseen.

Personally, I’ve never posted a moment, but a few guys I’ve matched with have. Most of the time, they’re pretty innocent: pictures with their dogs, snapshots of their dinner, a photo of a beverage they’re drinking. These 2 ding dongs (who aren’t even worthy of dessert names) did NOT follow any of the above.

This guy seemed fairly normal. Nice, cute, posted normal pictures in his profile, and very sweet. We talked for a bit then he asked for my number. No big deal right? Wrong. He started texting me a lot and then got weirdly defensive when I didn’t text him back right away. Newsflash – I was at work. I can’t tell my kids “Sorry guys, I have to write a text message real quick.” Nope. Not happening.

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But the real kicker for him was his Tinder moments. 99% of them were of him, shirtless, with the duck face, saying “anyone wanna party?” or “Who wants to grab a drink tonight? ;)” Answer – not me.

Then there’s this weirdo. Seemed nice enough, normal enough, then he posted a bunch of moments. OF HIS JUNK! I kid you not. Both clothed and (unfortunately) unclothed. NO THANK YOU! I reported him for inappropriate content. I should probably block him, but I find it kind of entertaining that he still thinks he has a chance:

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(Wednesday was pre-junk photos)

Maybe he thought the more i’s he put on the word “Hi” his chances would increase? Sorry buddy. You’re out.

Beer, Bacon, and Boys

Let’s start off with the good stuff – beer. And bacon. Together? Heavenly!

I made beer candied bacon for a co-ed bridal shower this weekend. The results were to die for! Definitely a keeper. Check out my pictures below and you can find the recipe from Tide and Thyme here (I used Leine’s Oktoberfest)


Now for a boy update. Check out this winner I found on Tinder the other night


I wish I had thought of a snarkier response to his first message. After that, I didn’t respond. He unmatched/blocked me later that night. Fine by me! Good riddance.

Peach cobbler has been texting me quite frequently. He’s great at keeping conversation, but I found out he’s shorter than me. By about 2 inches. Gah. Shallow of me? Definitely. I don’t consider myself too picky, but when you’ve spent the majority of your life being bigger and taller than most, it’s nice to feel dwarfed every once in a while. But he’s not out of the running quite yet (I’m not that shallow…). He seems super nice and like a pretty cool guy. We’re hoping/planning to meet up sometime next week, and that’s the major determining factor in whether or not this will work.

I’ll just keep baking and swiping away…