This is a food blog, apparently.

So, I realize that the last couple of posts have been mostly about food. The reason for this is that there isn't really anything too eventful to take pictures of. We use our creativity mostly on the things we cook, thus that's what get posted. When I have something creative to post, I'll post it.

(For the record, I sewed a quilted pillowcase that was originally supposed to be a skirt, but was far too ugly to be worn around the waste, and therefore was converted to a pillowcase. Because of my embarrassment toward the creation, it will not be posted here. I thought about giving it googly eyes, and making it into a Quilt Monster, but that would have been about as tacky as the skirt idea. Alas! A wasted 4+ hours on that blasted quilted pillowcase.)

Now, I shall commence in presenting another food post. How 'bout some cake?

Rachel and I made a delicious chocolate cake. The cake itself had melted chocolate chips and coffee. It was filled with mocha frosting and topped with peanut butter frosting. It was tasty to the tongue, but was a sight to make the eyes sore.

The idea was that it was a giant cookie that said, "om nom nom." (Think Cookie Monster). I suppose we got that somewhat. And don't you worry, I was well aware of it's Cake Wrecky-ness. It was mostly for fun, anyway.

An added bonus is when you turn it 180 degrees.

It becomes the Chinese cookie cake.

Also, when viewed from the side it reads "220 003 33." It's probably a secret code.

Probably.

Results.

The sorbet turned out quite nice, even if it was a little pulpy.

Rhubarb (roll the R for emphasis)

So, today was baking day! Yay! Rachel and I ventured out into the unknown, chopped up the wild rhubarb plants of doom, and tromped back to base with our kill.

We decided to make our world famous rhubarb crisp.

'Tis delicious.

Now, the only problem was that I got a little chop-happy and decapitated twice as many stalks from the rhubarb plants than we needed. (Hark! What dreadful dole is here?) Heh. Rachel said to throw them out.

AH HAH. Silly girl.

I had plans.

1. Blend the extra 1 pound of rhubarb with a little bit of water.
2. Put it in a pan, cook it for 5 minutes.

3. Meaaaanwhile, beat an egg white until it's stiff.


4. When the nasty-looking rhubarb goo is somewhat near room temperature, add 3/4 of sugar and a teaspoon of vanilla.
5. Beat it. (just beat it.) (That is, after you add in the egg whites, of course.)
5. Then freeze it for a bit, then beat it again, and freeze it a little bit again, then beat it again, then freeze it. (That's beat three times and freeze three times).

And then wake up tomorrow and see what it's like.


CAUTION: Cover your mixer and bowl with a towel or else the toxic goo will splatter over your entire kitchen. Also, do not unscrew your mixer from it's base. The liquid will come out of the container like some sort of oozy volcano.

AUCHTUNG: Kangurus mit rotes regenmantel und garnelangeshmacht!

Leninade: A Taste Worth Standing in Line For

Yesterday was quite amazing! I was running on a total of less than four hours of sleep. (I had been babysitting Saturday night, and walked home around 3:00 AM.) At 5:15 Pacific time, I was woken up by ooVoo for a video test. Mr. Gary and the rest of the youth group were on the other end. It was 9:15 there, and they were getting ready for the service.

At 6:00 (or 10:00 AM, Eastern), it was time for me to give my testimony. It went well. I didn't say everything I wished to say, and I wasn't as organized as I wished to be, and I definitely didn't do as well as I could have. But it was definitely alright. It was sort of difficult for me to respond to my audience because I couldn't see them on the other end. It was just a black screen. It's quite a challenge to talk to an invisible audience.

I listened to my youth group do the rest of the Sunday service. They did fabulously! I was smiling the entire time. The skits (at least the parts that I heard) were very good, and so were the songs. I'm sure I would have enjoyed the mime if I had seen it, but it was only about five minutes of silence and then some clapping at the end.

After that service, I went back to bed and got an hour and a half more of sleep. I had another church service at 10:30. Here I played keyboard and sang on the worship team. It was quite an experience, since the team there did the songs differently than I am familiar with. It went well, though the electric guitarist was extremely loud and made a lot of mistakes.

The rest of the service was a mime program put on by AIM Around the World. It was quite good. Their first presentation was so good that I almost cried. It was very touching.

After the service, Rachel and I had lunch, and then left for Wasilla. We bought some snacks at Fred Meyer and then watched Toy Story 3 at a crappy little theater. (It was the closest theater around, and took us an hour to get there. *sighs* Oh, Alaska.)

Toy Story 3 was amazing, though. I laughed and cried. Not only was it incredibly new and fresh and full of creative ingenuity, but it was also incredibly nostalgic, bringing together the two older Toy Stories and creating a fabulous ending to the trilogy. Toy Story was the first movie I had ever seen in theaters. I was three, then, and was so scared of that stupid dog in the mean neighbor kid's house that they had to take me out of the theater because I was crying. My current Facebook status is "When I was three, I cried in the theater at Toy Story. When I was eighteen, I cried in the theater at Toy Story 3."

After the movie, we went shopping. I got The Cranberry's "Everybody Else is Doing it So Why Can't We?" CD and a childhood favorite movie: Once Upon a Forest.

This is the movie that hardly anybody has heard of, but is still awesome even if it does have a nothing rating on RottenTomatoes.com.

Rachel and I bought matching skirts, and I got some awesome sunglasses. It was all a good bunch of fun, especially these drinks I found at Fred Meyer:

I can't bring myself to drink the Leninade yet. It's so hilarious. Some of the captions are, "Get Hammered and Sickled!" "Surprisingly Satisfying Simple Soviet Style Soda," and "Our 5-Year Plan: Drink a bottle a day for five years and become a Hero of Socialist Flavor."

It's quite fabulous.

A Post of Chocolate, Mostly

We girl cousins have been having a good deal of fun. After my parents left for home, I stayed in Anchorage at my Uncle Dennis and Aunt Celesta's. Sara and I had some fun (and Seth, too sometimes :D). On Friday, she and I drove back out to Glacier View to have some time with Rachel. We stayed up late--past 3:00! It wasn't exactly planned, but that's how it happened. We watched a few movies and woke up late in the morning. We went to Grand View for some Mountain High Brownie Pies. We got two to split between the three of us.
They were huge, delicious.....and were rather...um...filling.

Nevertheless, it was great fun. Sadly, Sara left to go back to Anchorage, and I am stuck with just Rachel. (I joke.) We've been having fun, still, plus I'm getting all kinds of stuff done, like chemistry. Yay.

Oh, and we enjoyed some peanut butter Oreos, too.
Om nom nom...

Update, finally.

So, I have to cover quite a few days here to catch up.


The cake turned out well for our first attempt at a wedding cake.So, yeah it turned out fine, but the frosting was a pain to work with. It was mostly butter and did not have any powdered sugar, which made the consistency a bit thin.

There were only a couple of tables at the reception. The little buckets of flowers were quite cute, in my opinion.
And, of course, there were tasty chocolate moose (yes, moose.) They were flavored cherry, mint, and peanut butter.

Before the wedding, a group of family members and the wedding party took a hike up a mountain. It was tough, but it was definitely worth the view. Plus, we saw a moose.

I sat on "Big Rock" for quite a while, enjoying the view, and let me tell you, there is no better view of mountains than from another mountain.

A Day in the Life [in Alaska]

Today was just a normal day. I did what I do at home, only a little better, since I'm in Alaska.

There were tasty snacks, like fresh baked bread and brownies...
...endless amounts of entertainment...
...and a whole bunch of reading. In fact, I spent a majority of my day here:
...reading this:


Which I finished and loved. It was quite a wonderful read. If you haven't read it yet, you most definitely should!

Today was also the day to make the wedding cake(s).



It shall be three tiers of decadent zesty lemon cake filled with some raspberry jam and topped with a lovely little lemon buttermilk frosting.

It's the same cake we had for my graduation...and Elijah's birthday...and every celebratory event in the past couple of months. (Mom had to perfect her recipe).

It shall be delicious...again.

Oh, and here is where I'm staying:
It's not much of a room, but it's a room with a view, for sure. And, believe it or not, it's rather comfy. Rachel and I had issues figuring out how to get in to our tiny little bunks, but once we were arranged, life was good.

Matanuska, how I've missed you...

Today, Uncle Marlin drove Mom and me out to his house. (We have to be here early because we're making the cake...om nom nom.) It was great to be back in Glacier View. I haven't been here for four years. It's quite nice to be back.

The Matanuska River is really quite beautiful. It's grey water because of the melting glaciers. I wish I could see it run clear, but it only runs clear for about four weeks in a year: in October. It freezes in November. I've never been to Alaska in October. Someday I will.

We drove for a good long time. It takes a long time to get there. At a point, we stopped at Costco. We had to get a lot of things there for the wedding. We don't have a Costco around home, so, this was a treat. I walked around for perhaps an hour. I was just being awesome. (That's pretty much JOKE). They had good food samples: sparkling lemonade, popcorn chicken, flax seed crackers...

We got some cheesecakes.



I did a lot of reading, but still haven't finished To Kill a Mockingbird. I was too distracted looking at the mountains, which are gorgeous! I didn't take very many pictures. My lame attempts at photography pale in comparison to God's glorious artistry.


We eventually got there. It's quite nostalgic. Rachel, Mom, and I are sleeping in a camper out by the pond because the house is full of wedding party members and helpers. I don't mind. It's a cozy camper, and it's a busy week around here, you know?

A Trip to the Park

Today was divine.

I woke up to a delicious breakfast of biscuits and gravy. Uncle Dennis and Aunt Celesta also prepared some excellent coffee for us. It was strong enough "to put hair on your chest," as Uncle Dennis says.

I was happy. Anchorage is fabulous. The weather is gorgeous, too. Today, it is around 60-70 degrees. I was able to just sit for a while and read some more Mockingbird.

After a lunch of peanut butter apples, cucumbers, and baby carrots, Aunt Celesta drove us over to the park.


It was a charming little park by a lake. The ground was covered in dandelions: a great place for some pictures.


The lake was nice, too.
There was a man fishing and planes landing and a sign.

We decided to play some wiffle ball.
Meanwhile, Uncle Dennis was back at the house preparing some meat.
I do believe we shall be eating well on this trip.

Leaving on a Jetplane...

So, yesterday, after a lame homeschool graduation, an awesome graduation party with a million friends, and a quick goodbye to some of those friends, my family and I left for Alaska.

It was a long, long trip. The first flight (to Pheonix) was quite tedious, but not exactly miserable. I got in the plane and sat apart from my family. I was alright with it because I like meeting new people, and I planned on reading most of the time, anyway. I ended up meeting some nice and not so "nice" people.

When I sat down in our first plane, there was a lady named Katherine and her darling 16 month old daughter, Elizabeth. I was getting pretty excited about sitting next to them for a whole plane ride. But, alas, it was not to be. She was on the wrong side of the aisle and her seat was taken by an elderly couple. But it was alright, I suppose. They were a nice elderly couple. They slept most of the time, so I didn't really talk to them much. When they did talk, I found out that they were from Manilla. I thought that was pretty cool. I'd love to go to the Philippines.

My seat was the very last one in the plane. I just sat there and read quite a lot of To Kill a Mockingbird. I'm enjoying it. By the end of the trip I had finished half of it. Mostly the trip was just, you know, peaceful. Baby Elizabeth cried and screamed for about two hours straight, but it was fine. The stewardess gave her some ice cubes, and that pacified her for a time.

The second trip was quite a different experience. I went in knowing that I was sitting with strangers again, however, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Our flight left around 11:00 PM Eastern Time and we arrived in Anchorage at around 4:20 AM. It was a long flight--which I should have spent sleeping.

The moment I saw the man, all hopes of an enjoyable flight dwindled. He looked the part of a guy who would be more than willing to live in an old trailer and spend his day in a rusty boat, never taking a shower or cutting his hair...or doing anything remotely related to hygiene. He also smelled horrid and his face was covered with acne. Really, it was nasty. What's worse is his red pillow had suspicious stains (which I later realized were not the result of sobriety), and he was wearing a hat to "cover up where his friend shaved some of his head." Yeah. He talked a lot. He also snuffed something up his nose. I'm not sure what it was, but...yeah. It was definitely an experience.

He asked me about my religion, my politics, and if I "smoked or drank?" I told him that I didn't and don't plan to either. He was surprised. His policy on life was that you should try everything before you die (and he had tried about everything, believe me). He mentioned quite a few times that he regretted many of his actions, but he doesn't see any reason to change his lifestyle. I questioned this. It was discussed.

I was also able to share my testimony. He listened. He was interested. He didn't agree. But that's alright. I think, sharing the concept of "being kind to everyone no matter what the circumstance and basically just living a good life" was something that could possibly impact an eighteen-year-old, atheistic druggie. He had gone through many religions in his childhood: Mormonism, Catholicism, and Christianity. He basically denied it all, and for understandable reasons. I told him of my experiences with God and about my awesome church. It was different than his experience, for sure.

Anyway, he talked and talked and talked...and talked. Really, he wouldn't shut up. Some part of me wished that I had been like the guy in the window seat who had taken his seat, raised his eyebrow at the repulsive guy beside him, blocked off society with a sleeping mask and ear plugs, and was not heard from again. Instead, I was deprived of sleep and kept up until 4:20 listening to stories about different drugs, drinking parties, being arrested, getting kicked out of English classes for saying obscenities about Obama, and the OH SO ENJOYABLE fishing stories. It was a time. Yes, yes indeed.

I felt bad for the guy in the aisle across from me. I glanced over at him pityingly multiple times. He tried to sleep. I'm sure of it. But he didn't. In fact, I believe he was forced to listen to every word of the conversations had by Drugs Guy and me. I guess he was tolerable of it enough, though. He looked pretty awesome, too. He had long dreadlocks, wore brown pants and a brown shirt, and had white shoes. His dark glasses gave him a "yeah, I'm cool and can't be bothered" sort of look. I would have talked to him, but he didn't look like the talkative sort, and the other guy wouldn't stop talking.

I was glad to get off that plane.

Aunt Celesta and Uncle Dennis picked us up at the airport and drove us to their house. It's quite nice. I slept for a very long time.