(Pay no attention to my mother's recipe alterations...she's always cutting the best thing...sugar!)
It s official. I have found THE carrot cake recipe of all carrot cake recipes. I had to try making it twice just to make sure it wasn't a fluke. No fluke...its that good. I may have eaten it for breakfast and dessert yesterday. And wished I had it for lunch as well.
THE Carrot Cake
2 cups sugar
1 1/4 cups oil
2 cups flour
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup coconut
1 cup chopped nuts
1 8oz can crushed pineapple
2 cups grated carrots (about 7-8)
Combine ingredients in order given. No need to sift flour. Mix and blend well. Pour into well greased and floured bundt pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour. Remove from oven and let cool for at least 10 minutes before turning out of pan onto cake rack. Frost when cool. Refrigerate. (I love it cold!)
Cream Cheese Frosting
1 8oz package cream cheese (softened)
1/2 cup unsalted butter (softened)
2 cups powdered sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
Cream butter and cream cheese. Add powdered sugar and vanilla. Mix until smooth and creamy. Apply generously.
My biggest little girl finished first grade yesterday. She continues to amaze us with her hardworking, perfectionistic ways. Straight A+s on her report card... 100% every single week on her spelling tests... 9 certificates including history, science, spelling, math, Christian leadership and best all around girl student... 2 medals...She simply couldn't have done better. And we are so proud of her.
Brett got the privilege of baptizing Brooklyn
But the thing that makes us even prouder than her academic successes is her heart for Jesus. Many mornings I'll wake up to her reading her Bible with a little light while everyone else is still asleep. She has memorized tons of scripture and knows more about the Bible than many adults do. And on her last day of first grade, she decided to show her love for Jesus and her commitment to live a life completely for Him by getting baptized. A big step for a little girl who loves a big God with her little heart.
We have an incredibly nice mall minutes from our house. You may find me in H&M or Anthopologie drooling every so often. And the kids love the toy store, the ice cream shop, and Build a Bear (more drooling). Anyway, one really strange feature of this mall is the water fountains. You know the ones that sporadically shoot water in the air from underground spouts.. Sometimes just an inch of water and other times 4 feet of the wet stuff. Not sure what the mall planners had in mind though. No shopping is done with sopping wet children in tow. And no shopping is done when all they can think about is getting to those fountains. But the place is always hopping and very popular with the kiddos. We have gone for fountain entertainment alone before. The girls wore their suits and we brought towels, sunscreen, snacks, the whole bit. This week however, the only plan was the library. The fountains were an afterthought. We were just going to "watch". There is no "watch" for kids when it comes to water.
Ellie and Leighton completely soaked themselves and loved every minute of it.
So much that I had to drag Leighton away screaming, wet, and with no towel.
Brooklyn however, preferred a shady spot to read and didn't even bother getting near the water.
Brooklyn and I got to do something special, just the two of us, on Mother's Day. A friend of mine launched a very creative company called Paint and Palate. She sets up a professional artist to come and teach the group how to create a rendition of a well known masterpiece, while enjoying drinks and food form the venue. We took a Mother/daughter painting class, and recreated Van Gogh's famous sunflowers at Panera Bread. Perfect or what?!? Brooklyn could hardly sleep the night before and even turned down lunch to get going on her painting (I opted for the eat and paint option). Let's just say she was beyond excited about it. She created this incredible work of art pretty much on her own (I seemed to screw it up when I tried my hand at it...and she let me know it too!) She couldn't have been prouder. And it made my Mother's Day just perfect.
Brooklyn hit the stage for her ballet recital this weekend. I think I had a recital on a practically identical stage when I was about her age. Just more proof that my cloning experiment is coming along quite nicely. And no, that is not dirt on her cheek...she was the Pink Panther, and those are her eyeliner whiskers. Please note: Wet n Wild still exists. And it is as cheap as it was when I bought my first tube of lipstick back in '87. Shimmering pale pink of course...smuggled in to school in the pocket of my acid washed jean jacket. It was totally rad.