Crusts and Crumbs: Swamp Cake Lily

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Swamp Cake Lily

Chef Lily debuts in her first cooking show! : ) The other day I spent some quality time with my kiddos, aka, my sister's kiddos...

...these two...

...and this one...

Anyways, we just had a good old timee, rented a movie, got pizza...and Lily and I made Swamp Cake!

Now, Swamp Cake is really just this Chocolate Cobbler , which is basically one of those pudding/cake kind of things...cakey on top, chocolate goo on the bottom.

Yum. Anyway, when it came out of the oven, we decided that Swamp Cake was a more fitting name because it was so bubbly and swampy looking.

Lily loved calling it that, so now that's it official title!

2 comments:

AnonymousMay 25, 2010 at 11:41 AM
Oh my dear word! When did those cuties get so BIG?? They are adorable -- especially Knox!!
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EmilyMay 25, 2010 at 10:48 PM
I KNOW! : )
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Change.

Understand, I don’t intend to stop posting recipes completely. I still love cooking, and sharing that love with others. But I’ve also always enjoyed writing, and have recently rediscovered that dusty love. I feel like digging it out of the attic, and giving it a bit of a polish. I’ve been inspired by other bloggers, by their
daily grit and grind that they share with the world. By their faith and tenacity as they plod through life. I feel like taking advantage of the flexibility of a blog, and writing what I feel like, when I feel like it. The crusts and the crumbs of my life. A recipe today, a remodel post tomorrow, a reflection on parenting next week. I face a wide open space, waiting to be
filled with whatever I desire. And I like that challenge.

Me.

Much of my writing will never even see the light. It will never make it past the parchment of my mind, where it is scribbled in invisible ink for me alone. But some of it does. That bit is what is written here. Humbly posted for the world to see, if it cares, or to ignore if it doesn’t.
I’m not a spotlight kind of girl. I’m shy, and quiet, and a bit reserved. Oh, I like a good razzing between friends, and a spirited board game with the best of them. I love hosting friends and family and cherishing moments together.
But at my soul, in my heart of hearts, I’m a quiet evening with my man, fire blazing, hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea kind of girl. That’s when I’m most blissful.
So, I don’t write for a spotlight, imagined or otherwise. I don’t write for others. I write for me. If not a single person (besides my soul mate-we’re bonded as one, so he counts as me) reads this blog, I’d be just as satisfied in writing it as if a thousand had read it.Which is good, because a thousand people definitely
won’t be reading this. No, I write because there is an itch in my soul. An urge, somewhere deep inside of my being, to craft my thoughts into words and inscribe them, preserve them, and make meaning from them. It brings me peace to take the whirling dervish in my mind and put him to rest.