Ask me about my balls!!!

I don't think I need to mention-but am going to anyway-how my blog promise has gone. I blogged a full..2 MAYBE 3 times. But it goes without saying that's just the way I roll. I like to keep people guessing. Before I get on to the subject of today's blog, I want to shout out to the Moses Lake Round-up Rodeo and Demolition Derby. Except the Rodeo part-not yet anyway. Hey oh! This Demo Derby ain't seen nothin yet, and I mean this. Last night I got my grubbies on, and went to help Josh and Emily gut her demo car. After experimenting with the windshield-trying to break it that is. I gave up because I hate loud noises and that's all I was successfully doing. Later on, we tried to get a side window out-but couldn't. So I conducted another experiment. The Window vs. The Hammer. This wasn't a WWF Smackdown. This was complete and utter annihilation!!! That window SHATTERED. For safety reasons I had Josh and Emily back up so they were behind me, you know me Safety McSaferson without safety spectacles. There was glass everywhere. I'm pretty sure that was THE biggest adrenaline rush I have ever had. That and the knowledge that I wasn't gonna get in trouble for shattering a window probably helped the adrenaline high.


I baked a cake for a friends birthday the other day. It was one of those Better Than Sex Cakes-not that I would know if it truly were better. I've had this cake before, but I've never made it myself. Nor do I even know how it is yet, because of scheduling conflicts I have yet to hand over the birthday shenanigan. This brings me to a cupcake place I stumbled upon back in Rexburg. I do believe its called the Cocoa Bean. It was basically a gourmet cupcakery that served sno-cones too. And Gourmet it was.

They had a cupcake version of my sinful-pun intended-cake. It was rich, chocolaty, with caramely fantasies, and toffee dreams. I made it my supreme goal after making this cake, that I would find said recipe for incredible decadence even if it took me to the farthest reaches of the Internet. And along for the ride was my crazed desire for the insanely delectable Red Velvet cupcake recipe they had there. I found recipes that were similar, but none that promised me the joy of my first time. That first succulent bite. Around the time I thought all was lost, I stumbled to this lady's blog. It was something about a Bakerella. I assumed that she was either terrible at baking, super good at baking, or a kitchen slave. Just my luck. She was a Kitchen slave who was super good at baking! I perused her baking successes and thought of my impending baking catastrophes...until I found a recipe. First glance at the picture, and I could have sworn it was my Magic Cookie Ball impostor. My eyes had fashnookered me. Lo and behold this recipe held a secret secret. No cookie? THAT'S MADNESS!!

After further chef worthy ready, I quickly saw that it was a recipe so divine that I would surely have people anywhere short of drooling all over their perma-wrinkled Hollister cargo's. Oh their taste buds will rejoice! Not to mention mine as well. I am definately adding this weapon of mass delight to my extensive recipe arsenal that I will call upon one day to wage some serious war that will help me snag myself a real honey-by being the bomb dessert (aka awesome) that will blow the schnikies out of their minds. This ball looks to be so mouthwateringly tasty, that when it rears it gorgeous head, the heavens truly will open and shower down rainbow colored jimmies and everyone's trouble will melt away like lemon drops. Eat your heart out Judy Garland and watch out World...and friends alike. Say Hello, to my little (new found) friend. The Cake Ball.