Tuesday, June 21, 2011


I've been a bit quiet on the blog lately.  There are big doings in Keenie Beanieland at the moment, but I'm not free to write about it all yet.  They're good things, but this has had the effect of altogether stifling my urge to share, ya know?  Being absolutely consumed with something, but then trying to focus on other things and pretend it's not going on feels somehow disingenuous.

Which is why I'm touched and grateful that Leonore (Leo for short) of As a Linguist was kind enough to nominate me for an Irresistibly Sweet Blog award.  It's a fantastic way of pulling me out of my blog shell a bit.

First a bit about Leo: she is my #1 internet crush at the moment.  Devastatingly clever, she puts together posts centered on her passion for language that I once likened to an episode of the Simpsons.  You start one place and end up ranging far and wide; so much happens in her entertaining blog posts.  Plus, the more I learn about her, the more I wonder if we weren't separated at birth.  A few of our odder affinities: a mutual crush on Top Gear's Stig and a penchant for stick shift cars.

So according to the rules of this award, I should disclose a few facts about myself and pass the award on to a few other deserving bloggers.  I've decided to use this forum to write a few snippets rattling around in my head that don't seem to merit a complete blog post, but do have a sweet theme.

Kitchen Adventures
I'm a picky eater - not very adventurous - but not a particularly discerning one.  I don't much care about the quality of the food I ingest, so long as it's not rancid.  I've no talent in the kitchen at all.  I'm a to-the-letter recipe follower but I don't generally have a feel for what's going on with the dish I'm attempting to make.  There's some secret to the alchemy of creating tasty food from a collection of raw ingredients that can't be conveyed directly by a cookbook page, and therefore I am missing out entirely.

My husband is a superb cook and, as such, bears the brunt of the feeding duties in our home.  He is also an extremely discerning judge of the quality of most things, including the food he eats.  So if there is something I cook that he approves of, I feel like raising my arms in triumph and taking a victory lap of the kitchen.  I recently baked a carrot cake from scratch, frosting and all, for his birthday.  He doesn't have much of a sweet tooth; I more than offset that for both of us.  I served him a slice of the cake, which he immediately pronounced 'ginormous' - at which point I offered to polish off the portion he wouldn't be able to eat.  I figured this was kind of a pity tasting - like you might undertake for the baking efforts of a small child.  Imagine my surprise when a few minutes later he presented me with a sparkling clean plate and a word of gratitude for the 'delicious cake.'  I wanted to rent a billboard to proclaim my success to the world.  Instead I just blogged about it.

Childhood Memories

Speaking of baking, the act of creating that carrot cake brought back a rush of memories.  When I was very small I was given a children's baking cookbook and I used to really enjoy making cookies and brownies and such.  I'm not sure I was ever particularly good at it... I mainly liked sampling the batter.  Somewhere along my journey to adulthood, I gave up baking.  I'm sure my waistline is grateful.  When I was making the cream cheese frosting for D's birthday cake, I forsook my trusty Kitchen-Aid mixer and dug out the rarely-used handheld mixer - one just like my mom had - to whip the frosting.

It was when I ejected the beaters and began cleaning off the frosting (with my fingers and tongue, naturally) that I was so completely returned to childhood I could almost feel the whoosh of years reversing past me.  I carefully licked the outside of each batter "blade," then switched to sweeping frosting off the inside with my finger, slightly stymied when it all collected where the base of the blades joined the shaft of the beater before I realized I could extract it with my tongue.  The systematic, almost reverential, execution of the process took me back years and years to those determined childhood baking efforts and their primary reward - licking the beaters.

Favorite Sweets

Speaking of sweets, I've recently rediscovered a passion for a certain candy.  Lemonheads.  I know, right?  You probably haven't had a Lemonhead since you were about ten.  I think I was first introduced to these when you could buy a little box for 5¢ or so.  I used to get them at a penny candy shop that one of the neighbors was running out of the front room of his house.  Isn't it funny when you are small and your reality doesn't seem strange to you?  Of course, everybody has an old guy on their street with a sweet shoppe in his living room.  That's not odd at all.

Recently, I was in The Dollar Store and I found this big box of Lemonheads.  I took them home, put them in the cupboard, and forgot about them for a few days.  Then one evening I cracked them open and popped two in my mouth.  Oh, sweet candy crack, these are amazing.  I simply must eat them two at a time; no more, no less.  If one has enough patience to suck on them until the sweet-tart outer covering dissolves, you are rewarded with a tiny globe of purely sweet candy core.  I do not have that patience.  I pop two in my mouth and there is a rush of sensation from the back corners of my mouth, right up under my ears, responding to the tartness.  Then I crush the little candies to release even more of the sweet-tart flavor all at once - it's like a drug to me.  I can eat a ridiculous amount of these things in one session, but it's not like I'm thinking about them if I don't have them or anything.  I could quit any time, honest.

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So, on to the nominees for the Irresistably Sweet Bloggers I'd like to recognize.

Nicki writes at Suddenly Single Journey and What Dreamers Do and just recently quit her job to write full time.  Nicki was the first blogger that encouraged me to keep writing - I might have give up long ago otherwise.  Life keeps throwing her curve balls and she keeps fielding them with drive and determination. I can't wait to see how this next stage of life develops for her.

Leanne of Ironic Mom is wickedly sharp and funny and I'm in awe of her ability to come up with great on-line community building ideas.  For instance, she is the co-conspirator behind Search Bombing and School Photo Day.  Mainly, though, I am drawn to her brilliant tales of being a mom of 7-year-old twins, because it gives me a glimpse of what I might take on should I choose a path of motherhood, and an example of how to deal with that eventuality with grace and humor.  Well, with humor anyway. ;-)

Beth of The Botut Blog chronicles her journey of "experimenting through life" as a wife and mother of three.  She is hilarious and has a big heart - she and her family coordinate International Relief Missions in order to share their blessings with families lacking basic essentials due to conflict or natural disasters.  If anyone can be called Irresistably Sweet, it is her.

Last, but not least, Em at It's the Small Things blogs her adventures in the North of England, including periodic posts of scrumptious entries into the Iron Cupcake competitions.  Somebody needs to get right on the invention of teleportation of delicious baked goods through broadband lines so I can find out if her amazing cupcakes taste as good as they look.

Thanks once again, Leo, for passing this award on to me.  You are so sweet!

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So, tell me, what is your favorite sweet... or if you don't have a sweet tooth, feel free to wax rhapsodic about the one food you can't resist, sweet or not.


  1. Thanks, KB. I could get used to being called irresistible, at least for a day.

    My favourite sweet. Hmm. I love hot and cold things. At the same time. So...warm chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream. Warm strawberry/rhubarb crisp with vanilla ice cream.


    And thanks.

    Can't wait to hear your news! YOu're teasing!

  2. Awww, I haven't been called irresistibly sweet...ever. As for my favorite sweets...hmmm...I am in a huge cold phase. It's so hot here, all I want is ice cream, the more chocolate, the better. If only I could still find the chocolate Redi Whip in stores.


    Thank you for such an honor!

  3. Leanne & Nicki - I'm sensing an ice cream theme here. Definitely a sign of summer.

    I'm enjoying fresh picked strawberries and vanilla Haggen-Dazs for dessert this evening. Truly sublime.

  4. Wow, Thanks Keenie! You are irresistible!

    Right now I am all germed up thanks to my strep infested kids. But once I can swallow without agony and cease to be the walking heater for our shaking chihuahua, I'll get on this.

    When I can swallow again my first sweet will most definitely be oatmeal cookies homemade by my mom...until then, I will drool.

    Thanks again,

  5. Oh no, Beth, that illness sounds truly terrible! I too love homemade oatmeal cookies - I honestly can't decide on a favorite between oatmeal and chocolate chip cookies - so I vote have them both in one. Yum.

    Feel better soon!

  6. It's got to be Whittaker's Chocolate for me. A small piece placed in the mouth and allowed to disolve at leisure.....heaven on my tongue.
    oh and home made French Gorilla (Vanilla) Icecream.

  7. Ooh, Go-Betty, I've never had that chocolate treat, but it sounds divine. I've never met a chocolate I didn't like. Also, I would love to know how vanilla ice cream morphed into "gorilla" ice cream for you. :-)

  8. I'm not 100% but on the mend....I left you a shout-out.

  9. Thank you, oh long-lost twin of mine, for the kind words. I think we can add having the same exact technique for licking batter off of the beaters to our ever-growing list of similarities!

    As I admitted in my seven-ish facts, I don't have much of a sweet tooth. I'd generally choose popcorn or cheese and crackers over brownies 8 times out of 10. But there are times when a girl definitely needs something sweet.

    I do like the typical choices, but there are issues with most of them. Ice cream is good, but the lactose-intolerance ruins my enjoyment of it if I have more than about half a cup. Chocolate is also very good, again in somewhat small quantities (meaning about 2 bites), otherwise I start feeling sort of nauseated. Cake is a runner-up but not a winner because it's too often covered in buttercream, which I sort of despise.

    I believe the winning sweet is actually a tie between caramels and pie. I love a good caramel because they can last for a good long time, meaning the enjoyment can be drawn out for that much longer. And the rich creamy taste is generally irresistible, even to a savory-lover like me! And pie is a top choice because I like the crunchy, flakiness of a good crust, and fruit sweetness is more appealing to me than sugar sweetness.

    How's that for over-analyzing dessert options? What can I say...it gets kinds busy in my brain sometimes :)