I made some rocky road the day before yesterday.
I saw what I had made. And it was good. I liked it so much, I posted it to Tasty Kitchen, the recipe/social network that the Pioneer Woman developed. I just saw this morning that it was approved, so that link will take you right to the recipe.
It ranks right up there with PMS Pie. So if you need a chocolate fix, and want something that is flop proof, then head on over and check it out. Please rate it too, if you make it, and like it. It involves dark chocolate, biscuits (cookies), mini marshmallows and a whole lotta YUMMINESS!!
I managed to only eat about 3/4 of it (that is shared with Skippy – who is home with bronchitis this week). Before FORCING myself to leave the remaining quarter for the hubby.
He came home, and asked to try a piece with a cup of tea (sometimes he’s such a dork it scares me), but within seconds he inhaled the remaining quarter, and I was left with a raging chocolate craving (yes even after eating 3/4s of it), and nothing to fill it. Naturally, I now need to think about weight loss supplements because I’m supposed to be having some check up for our life insurance policy which happens every three years. Hmm, anybody know a way to shed say 20kg in er 48 hrs?
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I’m not joking.
Yesterday, in a fit of madness (theoretically before I actually had sugar, but that’s totally beside the point), I decided to make The Pioneer Womans Chocolate Crusted Peanut Butter Cream Pie.
The only difference with mine, is that I called it PMS Pie. Because darn it if my PMS symptoms weren’t shouting (((FALL BACK TO MINAS TIRITH))), sounding their orc horns and disappearing over the distant hills like a bad quote from Lord of the Rings.
Seriously, if you like chocolate, and peanut butter, you need to make this pie. It’s so freakin’ easy too, that I managed to remember all the ingredients without a shopping list and just had to check the recipe once for the order of chucking it all together. It’s one of those recipes where you chuck it all in, and bung it in the fridge, the only effort required is cleaning up afterwards.
I gave a slice to my husband after a hearty pasta/bolognaise bake for supper, and took it from me, with a doubtful glance (implying that he was already quite full), took one bite, and said, something which sounded like, “OH MY GAWD!” and when he’d cleared his plate in exactly 2.6 seconds, and helped himself to another slice, he mumbled something like, “Pi-nr Mun?” in between gob-smacking sounds, which I translated as “Pioneer Woman?” (because of course I couldn’t possibly think up something quite so delicious – no really I can’t!!).
I said yes, and then because I did want to put my own stamp on it of sorts, I said, “It’s PMS pie. She didn’t call it that, but I am.”
He didn’t answer me because he was too busy making, oomph, nom, nom, lick sounds.
So do yourself a favour and make it. It’s tewtally worth it man.
In other news, did anyone else notice that we’re just over a month away from the release of the new Harry Potter movie? I keep seeing advertisements that say ‘in cinema’s July 15th’. I have yet to see a Harry Potter movie more than a DAY after it’s released. This one is going to be *really* good too, I’m sure!
Remember it’s Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (Book 6), and the third last in the series of movies because book 7 is being split into two movies.
I think I’ll make the man stay home, since he’s not a fan, and the poor thing wouldn’t know his expelliarmus from his wingardium leviosa, and, and well… those of us *who know*, know just exactly how that can get you into all sorts of unneccessary trouble.
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…and of course the fact that kids eat a lot of it.
…and the fact that it’s school holidays.
Boy was it challenging parenting time this weekend!? 1 kid hyped up on sugar (chocolate) and anti-biotics, + a 1 yr old with a hacking cough who now scoots around faster than Carl Lewis (not hyped up on chocolate thank god) + a husband with a sore back who was flat out on the bed for 6 straight days = one cranky, crazy eyed, tired AS mommy.
I kept having daydreams of just walking out and going to see some mindless, fun, chick entertainment, like “Confessions of Shopaholic” but alas, I have yet to actually get there.
I must admit, I blogwalked a lot this weekend, and felt a little guilty when I saw all you uber moms out there taking the time to decorate hard boiled eggs, dutifully going off to church or family for egg hunts etc.
Here’s what I did:
Saturday afternoon 16h45 drove off to the shops shrieking that I may just have missed my window of opportunity to actually buy ANY easter eggs, given that the shop was closing in 15 minutes.
Bought the last of the cheap and nasty marshmallow, chocolate coated eggs (the ones that come in strips of four). Which amounted to about 30 eggs.
Stuffed them into my handbag (after I’d paid for them of course!) and then hid them in the cupboard when I got home.
Bizarrely, I was up at 5am, and decided, upon spying outside that it was pitchdark, but flooded with moonlight, that I *may* just have one opportunity to redeem myself…
So outside I went, and using only moonlight to guide me, proceeded to place all 28 eggs (yes I ate two during this process for ‘energy’ and ‘quality control’ purposes) in not so hard to find places.
Sneak back inside, but discover that Flipper has woken up in my absense and is now happily sandwiched between hubby and Skippy (who’d snuck into our bed around midnight), leaving NO room for me. However, he had no intention of sleeping, and was soon annoying Skippy by pulling his hair and pushing him with his feet etc and I was actually glad when Skip woke up properly, so I could ask him if he wanted to go and see if the Easter Bunny had come.
Skippy: “No, mommy, it’s not morning time yet, look the sun is down.”
Me: “Yes I know sweetheart, why don’t we take a torch outside?”
You’d have thought that I had offered him a million dollars the way his eyes lit up! He is *very* into ‘torches’ right now, (that’s a flashlight to you yankee folks, not a burning branch, with which you discover treasure, like Nicholas Cage).
He was SO excited the whole time! It totally didn’t matter that the eggs were cheap and nasty, and I scored major points for the ‘cool’ factor of having an easter egg hunt by moonlight! At 5h10am!
So see? It’s okay to occasionally be a slacker mom, provided you have a creative brain!
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Goodness isn’t the word when it comes to describing the recipe that The Pioneer Woman posted just now on The Pioneer Woman Cooks. For the love of all that is holy and chocolatey go and check it out before it’s off the front page. I insist. Go right now. Your tastebuds will thank you, and your backside is already puffing itself out in anticipation.
She posted a recipe for cupcakes, with the kind of chocolate icing that I only dream about these days. Oh come on, it’s February, and that means Valentines Day! Valentines Day is practically a license for EVERYONE to stuff themselves with chocolate, so go and treat yourself.
You may want to pick up some diet pills before you head over there. I can totally vouch for at least 75 % of her potato related recipes. Those carbohydrate fests became instant hits with my husband. He’s constantly requesting The “Crash Hot Potatoes” or the “Roasted Garlic Mashed Potatoes” seriously – they have a whole stick of Philadelphia Cream Cheese in them – so what is not to love!?
I would even go so far as to say that my husband has gone from being blase about my cooking, to actually being excited when he asks what I’m making. I’m sure he’s thinking, “Dear God, please let it be one of the recipes from that ranch woman in Oklahoma”.
Oh did I mention that she’s a really great photographer too? AND she’s really good with plants!
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The Eating.
At this time of year.
The stupid thought takes hold that it’s ‘okay to put whatever you want in your mouth because it doesn’t count at this time of year.’
I suppose the one way that we southern hemisphereans are lucky is that it’s also Summertime, so we tend to be outside a lot, kicking ball around, swimmng, playing swingball and it helps to keep the pounds off. Our family in itself doesn’t go the traditional route either. Rather, we enjoy a slighter lighter roast than turkey, a leg of lamb with mint sauce. Roast or baked potatoes (with criminal amounts of butter), peas and carrots. It is a simple, but colorful and delicious meal.
Then of course there’s the ice cream. The chocolate. The Wine!
The ice cream is even eaten while sitting in the pool. Chocolate eaten pretty much anywhere and any time.
I joined a group on the net called Wii Fit Mommies, so that I can stay motivated on the Wii Fit that I’ve been doing so diligently the past two weeks (it totally works btw). It’s like the best diet pills ever! Knowing that I’m going to be weighed in the morning is also motivation to not go totally out of control. Or at least if I do, then I force myself to do an extra 10 minutes activities or more depending on how much I over indulged.
I just love the way it adds up your ‘time’ so you know exactly how much you’ve put in real exercise.
Anyway, the first chocolate (a small one – only 5 extra minutes of stepping) is calling!
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