Archive for October, 2010
The owl is abroad, the bat and the toad,
and so is the cat-a mountain,
the ant and the mole sit both in a hole,
and frog peeps out o’the fountain;
the dogs they do bay, and the timbrels play,
the spindel is now a-turning;
the moon is red, and the stars are fled,
and all the sky is a-burning.
- Ben Johnson
|Photos by: KHJ|
This was my first try at a yarn wreath. I’ve seen them popping up on lots of sites and just had to try one for myself. They’re just so warm and cozy. I’m in love!
Stay tuned… I’ve got more “Handmade Halloween” coming your way!
I recently came across a delicious recipe on Bakerella using William Sonoma’s pecan pumpkin butter. Pecans? Pumpkin? Butter? Need I say more?
I just knew I had to try them. So, last Saturday my cousin, Savannah Jane, and I (i.e. the Baker and the Blogger) took a trip to Williams Sonoma to meet Bakerella in person. (More to come soon on that little excursion). While we were there, we picked up a jar of pecan pumpkin butter and decided to tackle this scrumptious treat.
This was the first time I can remember baking something with her. I mean, I have devoured many of her delicious treats, but I have never baked along side her. We had lots of fun and she got to see just how slow “blog” cooking can be. Stop…click, click, click….ok keep going…..now stop….click, click, click.
So, I’m sure you’re wondering…where are all the progress pictures? Well you see, when you are cooking, giggling and making scary egg faces the pictures don’t turn out that great.
See what I mean? How can you take pictures seriously when you have this weird egg face looking at you?
If you have time, you should whip some of these babies up. They’re really quite simple to make and have the most scrumptious golden, buttery layers. They get even better as the days go by. The pecan pumpkin butter seeps into the cake layer making it very, very moist. But don’t be surprised if they don’t last that long.
|Photos by: KHJ|
Williams-Sonoma Pecan Pumpkin Butter Dessert Squares
18.25 oz. package yellow cake mix, set aside one cup
1/2 cup butter, melted
3 large eggs
13.5 oz. jar of Muirhead Pecan Pumpkin Butter
2 Tbsp milk
1 Tbsp flour
1/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup butter, softened
1 tsp cinnamon
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Grease and flour a 9 X 13 pan.
Divide cake mix, placing all but one cup in a mixing bowl.
Stir the melted butter and one egg into the cake mix until combined.
Press the mixture into the bottom of the pan.
In another bowl, mix pumpkin butter with two eggs and milk until combined.
Spread pumpkin mixture over pressed cake mix.
Stir the reserved 1 cup of cake mix with the flour, sugar, and cinnamon.
Then add the softened butter and mix together until crumbly.
Sprinkle over the top of the pumpkin layer.
Bake for about 35 minutes or until golden brown.
Cool and cut into 2 ” squares. Serves 24.
With Halloween coming up this weekend, I thought it would be appropriate to kick off Blue Eyed Yonder’s French excursion with the magnificent night shots of Paris. After all, it is known as the “City of Lights,” or la ville des lumières if you want to get all Frenchie.
Upon arriving in Paris, after dealing with the 4-hour (yes, you heard me the 4-hour) mumbled, jumbled shuttle/train/metro ride from the airport to Paris, we were exhausted. Our bodies didn’t know what time it was. We looked utterly ridiculous trampsing the streets of Paris with two large suitcases, a shoulder bag, a rolling wee little suitcase and a pink neck pillow looking for our hotel. It was hot, while we were dressed for the expected cool weather, and I am pretty sure I had the words AMERICAN TOURIST tattooed on my forehead.
We decided to plop down on a bench beside a group of Indian men eating Subway sandwiches no less! I thought to myself, is this really France?
That’s when I saw her. Perched just across the river – Notre Dame. Could it be? Is it really her? The beauty, the detail, the magnitude. It was almost as if the clouds had parted and angels were singing, like one of those cheesy moments in a movie. I knew in that instant that things were going to get better and this was going to be one of the most magnificent and fulfilling trips of my life.
That was the turning point for me. That “turn that frown upside down” moment. We eventually found our hotel and were greeted with this view from our teeny, weeny room:
Butter my butt and call me a biscuit! I could have perched in this window for the rest of the trip. I just adored the precious townhomes, their little windows warmly lit. I could even see inside them. One had bookcases lining the wall, and at night, a lady would sit in a cozy chair by the window and read. Is this a dream? If so, don’t wake me up.
Not only did the room over look the beautiful buttresses of one of the oldest churches still standing on the Left Bank, we also had a view of the top half of the Eiffel Tower. Just perfect. For the first five minutes of every hour at from dust until midnight, the Eiffel Tower would erupt into a fantastical display of lights. Glittering and twinkling, so romantic. We would leave the windows open, falling asleep listening to the laughter and muffled voices of the people walking below and wake to the sound of ringing church bells and shop keepers starting a fresh day in the beautiful city.
|Photos by: CMJ|
Just want to give a little woot, woot to my talented husband. Looks like that night photography class paid off. Your pictures really capture the warmth and beauty of the night.
So, stay tuned. We’ll whisk through Paris and dive into the heart of Provence… and you don’t even have to leave your couch.