• Marie and I finished our last Wilton Method Cake Decorating Class yesterday (no worries, that was just Course 1; we plan to move on through the next three courses). We each have a BA and a MA, and now we have a…PCD (Professional Cake Decorator)? I cannot say which degree we are most proud of, but earning the certficate of completion for Cake Decorating 101 was by far…sweeter ;-)

    In true fashion, Marie made chocolate cake. I made Old Fashioned Cupcakes courtesy the Food Network; I was super excited because I got to use my Cupcake Carrier.

    In our last lesson, we worked on perfecting the Wilton Rose. This is much harder than it looks. Marie said her first few attempts looked like a rose that had gone through a weed whacker. My initially roses did not fare much better; they did not look like roses but rather fat spiral blobs. However, I think our final attempts showed significant improvement.

    Overall, I highly recommend taking Wilton classes. They are reasonably priced, and our patient instructor, Raquel, was a good teacher (we plan to take the second course with her). And, it is a lot of fun to take with your girlfriend so you can laugh at each other while eating butter cream.
    We even got certificates :-)
    I would say I learned a lot, mainly:

  • Powdered sugar makes a big mess. Mix at your own risk. It is definitely not a good idea to put the stand mixer on “high” when the bowl contains four cups of the sugary stuff.
  • Practice makes perfect – and those photos in our Course Book are airbrushed. Raquel, not wanting Marie and me to get discouraged over our sloppy shells, told us the pictures in our book are somewhat doctored up. So, we will forge on because we know a lot of twenty-something boys who will eat our creations, perfectly crafted or not.

Watch out when making colors with the dye. One of my thumbs is currently violet.

If you start to tear off layers of your cake on your first frosting attempt leaving crummy residue, stop, put down the spatula, and let this first “crumb layer” dry. Then, put on another layer of frosting once the first layer hardens. This method will camouflage that “speckled” look.

If your shells, stars, flowers, etc… start to crack as you pipe, your frosting is too hard.

Too much butter cream results in a diabetic sugar coma and makes you feel like you ate cement for lunch. But, it sure is delicious.


I never thought I would take an interest in anything culinary, much less baking. But, I am finding that creating treats for family and friends most enjoyable and comforting ? except, of course, when I create the “powdered sugar explosion.” Now, I routinely cruise the Baking Aisle a the grocery, picking up the necessities – Crisco, baking chocolate, cake flour, for my next treat :-)


I suffered a baking defeat. In an attempt to wow my family with magnificent Bon Appetite recipe sent to me from my gal pal, Laura, I ended up with a Leaning Tower of Chocolate Cake. It was a hot mess…to say the least.

The day before, I made the chocolate cakes out of two nine-inch cake rounds, the chocolate ganache, and the white chocolate cream. I figured that I could easily make the peppermint frosting and assemble the cake Christmas Day, no problem.

Well, I started out successfully, cutting my cakes each in half with my handy dandy Wilton Cake leveler. Then, I needed to put a layer of chocolate ganache and white chocolate cream between the cakes, layering the sides as I went. The chocolate ganache was as hard as a rock, so I softened it a bit in the microwave. As I started layering, it looked okay, but I had concerns that I had too much filling. When I finished, I noticed my layers beginning to ooze white chocolate cream, but I figured it would harden up the in fridge, so I put it in the fridge to harden and got started on the peppermint frosting,

I had to make the frosting over a double boiler, as it contained egg whites, light corn syrup, sugar, and peppermint extract. As I swirled with a whisk, it finally came together in about ten minutes and took on a marshmellow fluff appearance, just as my directions said it would.

Then, it was time to frost. When I took the cake out of the fridge, I sadly realized that rather than harden, my white chocolate cream just continued to spring forth from between the cake layers and goop down the side of the cake.
No matter, I reasoned. Through my Wilton Cake Decorating class, I learned I can hide anything under frosting! It would not be an issue — I could mask anything under this marshmellow-peppermint cream stuff!

Yet, as I began to ice with the fluff, it quickly became clear I was in a loosing battle with this cake monstrosity.
Dan came past the kitchen table, and witnessing this unfortunate event, offered to provide my deteriorating cake with structural supports. I originally declined his offer but thought better of it half way through the icing stage as I could see my cake layers teetering precariously.

Fingers covered with sticky white marshmellow glob, I admitted defeat, and Dan sprang into action, using four BBQ skewers (Ironically a Grandma Rosemary Christmas gift from last year. And, no, we do not own a grill…), which he punctured into my cake for vertical structural support.

To fit this oozing mess into the fridge, Dan rearranged the drawer and shelves in the fridge to accommodate antennas popping out the top of the cake. And there my sad cake sat, awaiting its eight-minute pilgrimage to my parent’s house where I would make everyone eat it no matter its appearance.

Quite distraught after this incident, Dan, ever my champion, tried to cheer me up, noting that my teenage cousins will eat anything no matter what, so surely they would eat my marshmellow mess of a cake.

And eat they did, even though my Leaning Tower of Hot Mess left much Bon Appetite to be desired ;-)

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When Dan and I first moved into our condo, we spent countless days at Target. Wandering the Home section aisle, I found all sorts of stuff we did not even know we needed. Salt and pepper shakers. A dust buster. Dish drying rack. Dan took these items in stride, pushing our two red carts teeming with items throughout the store. However, a particular type of item sends Dan over the edge. When I start to approach this certain section, Dan halts his cart and refuses to move any further.

The Organizing Aisle.

Ah, my favorite. Just the thought of rows and rows of plastic bins with varying shapes, sizes, and colors fills my Domestic Goddess-wanna-be heart with joy. I am of the mind that everything has a place and everything goes in that place.

On our most recent trip to Target this weekend to purchase last-minute Christmas gifts, I secretly had my mind set on a new storage bin – a wrapping paper storage box! How delightfully clever! This is a must-have item.

Last year, I think I ended up having to toss out our left-over paper because it got smooshed between my yoga mat, large exercise ball, and various Dan-related computer equipment.

But not this year. This year we would be different. We will incorporate a new storage implement into our lives.

I slyly altered our route through Target to ensure we passed by My Favorite Aisle. As we approached, I saw it. It was perfect. Just the right size with a special compartment on top for holding miscellaneous wrapping items like tape, ribbons, and bows. I knew Dan would not want to go for it, so I tried to distract him by chatting away and casually asking him to stop the cart and put that plastic bin inside. He obliged?but then he saw my evil organization plan and started to back peddle.

“Honey, this is so…specialized. Do we really need this?”

Aghast at his attempt to dissuade me, I assured him this was a needed item.

He tried to steer me towards other boxes, plain long ones, but I was not having it. This is the perfect box, perfect for paper.
Well, I won that battle. And, while admiring my handiwork as I put our rolls of wrapping paper into the bin, I realized that I am approaching a higher state.

I have reached Storage Box nirvana.

Careful so Dan would not notice, I took an inventory of the marvelous storage boxes I own:

  • Bundt Cake Travel Case
  • Cupcake Travel Case (Thanks to Marie, who knows me so well and purchased this fantastic gizmo for my birthday.)
  • Caboodle for lotions/potions/make up (As a side note, Dan and I determined that this exact silver Caboodle is used on the show Miami: CSI. The CSI people carry these exact Caboodles to their crime scenes to investigate. I laugh every time I see it because mine is filled with mascaras and Neutrogena products.)
  • Three large blue tubs for various craft/needlepoint/yarn items
  • Wilton Carrying Case for my baking items, e.g. tips, bags, icing dyes, etc…
  • Three Martha Stewart canisters for keeping powdered sugar, granulated sugar, and flour
  • Various iPod cases
  • Three large clear plastic tubs for my purse collection
  • Two plastic carts on wheels with drawers for holding various items such as my blow dryers, straightening iron, stationary, gloves, hats, etc…
  • Inside the linen closet, I have several different types of wicker baskets that hold shampoo, soap, medicine, towels, etc…

I think this is a genetic issue. Even as a child, I liked organizing and kept a very clean room. I even card cataloged my books. At work, I have the neatest cube in the office, and my trusty companion, the Brother P Touch label maker keeps papers in the right place. The Brother P Touch is so notorious that my supervisor and I like to refer to it by his proper name, Brother P Touch, and enjoy labeling all sorts of items we give to each other.

So, while others may share Dan’s general feelings of apathy towards The Organization Aisle and Storage Boxes, I simply cannot give them up. Storage boxes are exact, which is why I love them. I like things exact. I work in an exact-type of job (here at the Budget Office, we generally snuff anything not exact). I love baking, which requires exact measurements. And I like to put things were they exactly belong.

So while Dan will still cringe whenever I walk through our front door with a Target bag in hand and a gleeful smile, I cannot help it.
Now excuse me, my Brother P Touch is calling my name :-)


Now that Marie and I are in our third week of our Wilton Cake Decorating class at Michael’s, we are finally showing results!
Last week, we both failed miserably. Our patient instructor, Racquel, has us each bring in something to decorate, i.e. cakes or cupcakes, and plently of buttercream frosting to practice. Seems like this would be the easiest part of the class, but we faced some trial and error…

When I went to pick up Marie before class last week, she greated me with, “I am so glad we are the only people in this class!” I seconded her sentiment as our cakes were a source of great embarrasement for two girls who fancy themselves better than average bakers.

Marie’s round chocolate cake came apart while she iced it with her white buttercream, making it a “speckled” chocolate cake. It took on the look of cookies n’ cream ice cream.

I decided on a chocolate sheet cake, which fell apart when I flipped it out of the pan. In a pinch, I had to buy two bundt cake halves from Giant and ice them together. Bundt cake, not meant to be iced in with a Crisco-based thick buttercream, weighed probably a good 8 pounds ;-)

But, this week, we not only managed to bake cakes that came out right, but we iced them smooth and made flowers and shells that we used to decorate the cakes. Check out our techno-pink frosting!
We are proud of our finished products!
Here are some more pictures.

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“So, I am going to get Michael a barn coat.”

It’s Friday morning at 7:55 a.m. I am running out the door to work, pulling on my black houndstooth coat and trying to decide between my matching houndstooth shoes or my zebra print shoes with the read bows when the phone rings.

At this hour, it can only be one person — Rosemary.

Sure enough, my Grandma Rosemary decides that she wants to talk about Christmas presents right now, as I am trying to make my way out the door.

“Grandma, Dad already has a barn coat.”

“Well [expletive], help me think of something else!”

I told her I needed to get on my way to work, and I would call her back.

As I drove down the rain-drenched 66 West, I decided this was the best time to return her call and try to talk her out of purchasing coats that my family members already own.

When she picked up, I tried to reason with her that my Dad did not really need anything for Christmas, so she did not need to worry about purchasing anything special for him. Of course, that would not do, so she came up with a new angle:

“Wouldn’t it be nice if Michael and Dan were twins? How about matching coats? Matching would be nice!”

I almost drove my car off the highway at the though of my Dad and my husband, Dan, wearing some sort of matching LL Bean attire. I can only imagine what sort of matching coat Rosemary would decide to purchase. As an LL Bean employee, her access to a wide-assortment of outwear was cause for concern.

I flashed back to the conversation I had to her not too long about about a Christmas gift for Dan. She loves Dan. And he loves her. Since Dan lost his grandparents long ago, Rosemary acts as a pseudo-Grandma for Dan. And, this Christmas, she decided what Dan needed was a pair of flannel-lined jeans.

Now, anyone who knows Dan knows he does not wear jeans. I think he told me the last time he wore jeans, he was in the third grade. And, Dan is notoriously hot. This man wears shorts almost year round. I can see him now, dying of excessive heat in his flannel-lined jeans.

“Grandma,” I said. “What would Dan need flannel-lined jeans for?”

“To keep him warm!” she yelled back (I am pretty sure she called me a wise ass under her breath).

“But Grandma, he is a computer engineer, not a ground maintenance worker or a farmer. I cannot see him working the computer outside in the elements!”

So, because of the flannel-lined jeans conversation, I knew this “matching” idea could turn into some sort of outwear combination gift to go down in Rosemary Antics History.

Not to be dissuaded today, she said if I could not help her with this gift idea, she was going to go to LL Bean today and sort it out on her own.

After I got to work, I knew I had to call my Dad — who always enjoys a good Rosemary story. When I told him to watch out because he and his son-in-law could receive matching outwear, he could not stop laughing.

When he could finally speak he said, “You know, Sarah, her blood is rushing through your veins right now as we speak.”
Touché. So he and Dan better watch out — I’m thinking matching puffy vests for them ;-)


Dan and I decided that at seven-months-old, my parents Golden Retriever, Baron, needed to begin learning to fetch to burn off his exuberant nature. We elected to enlist my in-laws yellow Labrador Retriever, Bentley, in this endeavor.While Bentley exhibited razor-sharp focus in his pursuit of the ball, our slightly helter-skelter minded Baron delighted in playing his own game – “I have the ball so chase me!” After a while, Baron seemed to get the gist. Dan used two balls ? one to lure him and one to throw. Bentley, far too kind to Baron, let him run away with the ball several times until we all coached Bentley into trying to steal the ball away from the quick-footed Baron.


I’m Sarah.

And I’m married to my college sweetheart, Dan. He’s an engineer, so he’s good at spacial relations. I graduated with a Government degree and get lost just driving around our town.

We live in Northern Virginia, a couple miles outside D.C. with our toddler, hurricane Kate.

And our garbage-loving blue tick coonhound, Belle.

I work from home, Dan works from home, and Belle and Kate have yet to find gainful employment, so we are together a lot. A lot.

When I’m not cleaning up from Kate and Belle’s path of destruction, I’m blogging. But before we get to blogging, here’s a little about me.

I spent the first part of my childhood in a suburb outside of Illinois. The only thing I remember is standing outside in chest-deep snow waiting for the bus because, in Chicago, they never cancel school. My family moved in Northern Virginia when I was in eighth grade, pretty much the most awkward time in my life. After suffering the usual injustices of middle school – braces, bad hair cuts, and crushes on boys who only liked me as a “friend” – I moved onto high school where I spent four years berating myself for every B+. To say I was a little high strung would be an understatement.

Much to my relief, the University of Virginia granted me admission into its esteemed university where I quickly realized I would never be the best. And I also realized why the school’s undisclosed motto is: “The University of Virginia, making your best not good enough since 1819.”

But it wasn’t a total loss because I met a lot of good friends, wrote for and later became the News Editor for the Cavalier Daily, found out I could survive on bran flakes and lattes, and met my now-husband.

After graduating (in three years, because, well, I could), Dan and I moved back to Northern Virginia, tangoed with the disillusionment of the early 20s, and married June 28, 2008.

Soon after we purchased our first home. A 1958 rambler with original hardwood floors, a big back yard, and crooked walls. But it’s our first place. The place we lived when we took in Belle and where we brought Kate home from the hospital. It’s a good house. But we have big plans for building our own home.

Which brings me back to this blog. I started writing this blog because I needed an outlet to work through all the major transitions in my life. Over time this blog morphed from a random assortment of posts to a cohesive story about how I hang on to my identity while still being a mother and a wife.

I’m a young woman who answers to the name “mommy,” recently learned how to cook, balances a career while holding together her family, loves a full to-do list, and dreams of writing her own book. It’s a challenge, but I choose to look at life, sunny side up.


On this page you’ll find links to series and projects I share on the blog.

Inspired by Gretchen Rubin, I took on a Happiness Project for 2011. Each month features a different resolution and mini goals.

January 2011: Hello, 2011, 2011 one little word, taking on a nagging task, buying and using effective cleaning tools, staying motivated, January recap.

February 2011: February resolutions, scrabble for a happier marriage, February recap

March 2011: March resolutions, why I blog, blog envy, new look, March recap

April 2011: April resolutions, suffering a creative crisis, April recap

May 2011: May resolutions, make new friends but keep the old, May recap

June 2011: June resolutions, please just stop crying, June recap

July 2011: July resolutions, writing vlog #1, writing vlog #2, writing vlog #3, confessions of a fun sucker, July recap

August 2011: August resolutions, August recap

September 2011: September resolutions, September recap and a blogger brunch

I spent a week detailing my life between July 25, 2011 through July 31, 2011 as part of Ali Edward’s Week in the Life project. View my completed project here.

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Friday

Saturday

Sunday

Reverb is an online initiative to reflect on the year and manifest what’s next.

August 2011

July 2011

June 2011

May 2011

April 2011

March 2011

February 2011

December 2010

Prompt 1: One word

Prompt 2: Writing

Prompt 3: Moment

Prompt 4: Wonder

Prompt 5: Let go

Prompt 6: Make

Prompt 7: Community

Prompt 8: Beautifully different

Prompt 9: Party

Prompt 10: Wisdom

Prompt 11: 11 things

Prompt 12: Body integration

Prompt 13: Action

Prompt 14: Appreciate

Prompt 15: Five minutes

Prompt 16: Friendship

Prompt 17: Lessons learned

Prompt 18: Try

Prompt 19: Healing

Prompt 20: Beyond avoidance

Prompt 21: Future self

Prompt 22: Travel

Prompt 23: New name

Prompt 24: Everything’s okay

Prompt 25: Photo

Prompt 26: Soul food

Prompt 27: Ordinary joy

Prompt 28: Achieve

Prompt 29: Defining moment

Prompt 30: Gift

Prompt 31: Core story