• Cake For Babes

    Mr. Handsome transferred the bodacious babes from the wheelbarrow to the picnic table so every time I walk out the door I am faced with a lot of potential, or a lot of work, depending on my mood.


    I decided to take the bull by the horns, or the pumpkin by the stem, and tackle the problem, so a couple nights ago I chopped up one of the babes, baked her, and scooped out all her flesh. I made pumpkin smoothies for a bedtime snack. They had potential (that’s a nice way of putting it), but in a good way (the majority of the family did enjoy them), so I’m not going to say any more about that endeavor until I tweak the recipe into perfected and bloggable submission.

    Not that my other recipes are perfect or anything.


    And then I made a pumpkin cake/bars which I will share that with you. Today. Because it’s good. Like a pumpkin version of banana bread or carrot cake. The cake did get a little dense on the bottom, which is probably a sign of a baking failure, but I actually liked the texture—moist, light, and dense all at the same time. And if you don’t believe that is possible, you’ll have to make the cake for yourself just so you can discover what an oxymoron tastes like.

    I cut into the cake while it was still warm. Patience is not one of my virtues, and this time around I was rewarded for my lack of virtuosity.


    Pumpkin Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting
    (Slightly adapted) from Simply In Season


    2 cups pumpkin, cooked and mashed
    1 ½ cups sugar
    3/4 cup oil
    4 eggs
    1 teaspoon vanilla
    ½ teaspoon salt
    1 cup flour
    1 cup whole wheat flour
    2 teaspoons baking powder
    1 teaspoon baking soda
    1 teaspoon cinnamon

    Using an electric hand mixer, beat together the wet ingredients (the first five ingredients on the list—I’m counting sugar as a wet ingredient here). Add the dry ingredients and stir well, but not too much. Pour the batter into a greased 9 x 13 baking dish and bake at 350 degrees for 25-30 minutes. Cool completely before icing.

    Cream Cheese Frosting
    I did not use measurements for this, so the amounts are just my guesstimates.

    2 tablespoons butter, softened
    4 ounces cream cheese, softened
    ½ teaspoon vanilla
    2-3 cups powdered sugar, sifted
    a little milk

    Beat the cream cheese and butter until smooth. Add the vanilla and sugar and beat well. Add some milk, a tablespoon at a time, until the frosting is a nice, spreadable consistency. Spread on the cooled cake.


    One word of caution: Don’t eat too much, or you may turn into a Bodacious Babe yourself. You know, round, curvy, sexy … and orange.

  • Going Up

    Remember back when I posted about the kids getting tired of waiting for Mr. Handsome to work on their fort and so they took matters into their own hands? Well, over the past several weeks, Mr. Handsome has taken matters into his own hands and now things are really moving forward.

    Here they all are, the happy family hard at work. But you know who is happiest? The mama, of course, ’cause she’s all by herself in the house where it’s nice and quiet.


    The Baby Nickel likes to practice hammering a nail when he can. He has a whole big box of nails in case he messes up. We believe in keeping our children well-supplied. Not that we’re expecting them to mess up or anything.


    Hammering takes a good deal of concentration. The hammer is so heavy it looks like it could tip him right over. Please don’t smash your toes, honey. (Now that I typed that I just realized that he has a black toenail … could he have gotten it here?)


    But he does a fine job.


    Sweetsie swings a hammer like a pro. Or else a child possessed.


    I’m not sure what Miss Becca Boo is doing with that crowbar, but I’m sure whatever it is, it’s an important component of fort-raising.


    Now Yo-Yo Boy, on the other hand, I’m not so sure about. Just sitting around and watching isn’t going to get the job done, you know.


    He’s pretty skilled at hanging out.


    Here’s Mr. Handsome, or rather, his (cute) backside. Sorry about that.


    Okay, here’s his front now, or at least his hat.


    I don’t think I ever posted about Mr. Handsome’s new little tractor (that he’s in love with). His parents gave him their old (but in very fine condition) zero-turn mower, and Mr. Handsome rigged it so that it could pull his trailer. The kids love going for rides on it, as you can see. It’s one of the highlights of building the fort. (The extra child is a friends of Yo-Yo’s.)


    The picture is blurry because they are moving really fast. I tried to drive that thing once and about crashed into a tree and nearly fell out of my seat. Now I keep a healthy distance between myself and that machine.

    And up goes the first wall.


    To be continued.

  • A Milestone

    “Get the quiet bag,” I instructed Mr. Handsome as we ran past each other in the hall, racing the clock to get to church on time. “And the diaper bag.”

    Mr. Handsome was heading into the bathroom, but he stopped and stuck his head back out the door. “We don’t need the diaper bag.”

    Now it was my turn to put on the brakes. I turned around and stared at him, pondering his words, trying to let them soak in. No diaper bag? Could it be true? Well yes, The Baby Nickel was potty-trained, and ninety-five percent of the time he even woke up dry. For the past couple months his diaper had always been dry after we got home from church. And then a huge smile spread across my face and I let out a yee-haw.

    “You are right!” I chortled. “We are done! We are done!” For the first time in nearly nine years we would be diaper-bag free. I couldn’t stop grinning.

    We high-fived each other, and then turned on our tails and resumed our race to get to church on time.

    Minus a diaper bag.