April Fools.

Surprise! There's peanut butter inside those cookies! I fooled you in a most delicious way!


Let me tell you what these cookies are:
Okay, think of something awesome. Now realize that these cookies are better than that. These cookies are nearly too delicious. They are like those kids you went to school with that were really awesome. But they were so awesome that they kind of bugged the shit out of you. Not so much that you didn't want to be friends with them but enough that you were always like, "Fuck! Why are they so awesome? God damn. I am annoyed in an angsty teenage way!" Right?

Approximately 0 people are totally like, "Yeah! I know exactly what you mean!" and everyone else is like "Shut the fuck up, Laura!"

Holy Blogging Batman!

This is exactly what I was worried about upon receiving my shiny new camera: Serial blogging. Well, spree blogging is probably the more accurate term. A rash of blogs within in a short time period. My new camera, of course, being the trigger. I watch too many crime dramas.

Now, let us enter a magical world where few have walked:
MY KITCHEN. WORD.

Hello Table!

Hello Questionable Birds!
Hello Various Spices!

Hello Fucking Wonderful Bourbon Vanilla!!!

Hello Plastic Cow Whose Original Purpose I Am Unsure Of But Has Become My Personal Kitchen Mascot!

Hello Beautiful Butter Dish!

Hello Sifter!

Hello Microwave Topped With A Variety Of Flours!

Hello Gigantic Wall Drug Magnet!

Hello Attractive New Kitchen Towels!

Hello Adorable Vintage Jars Filled With My Most Favorite Utensils!



Goodbye!

Break It Down...

Stop! Camera Time!

I will tell you folks a fact: I have never referenced MC Hammer lyrics in my whole bloggy mcblogosphere blog life.

The point: I bought a bitchin' camera.

What this means for you: Delicious baked goods will once again grace your computer screens!!!

Get excited mofos!

Leapophile.

No, your eyes do not deceive you. Those are indeed SUPERMAN CUPCAKES.

Leap Day was Superman's earth birthday. Antonio Sabato Jr, Dennis Farina, Ja Rule, and the founder of Shakerism also celebrated the day of their birth.

So, in honor of the spandex clad man I made some cupcakes. 42 cupcakes.

I also baked rosemary bread for the Caesar spread Melanie set up. Caesar did not wear spandex or a cape, nor did he fly through the sky. What he did do was start Leap Day. That is a feat of an entirely different sort but a feat no less.


How good does that table look? I know! Also, it was a considerably delicious meal. Delicious.
That punch was not only delicious, it was also very good looking. And looks are the most important thing. At least, that is the word on the street. What the kids are saying.


Here is my decently tasty rosemary bread. My first successful kneaded bread. Hooray for bread! Hooray for Superman! Less hoorays for hearing my upstairs neighbors having sex. The bad thing about having a bed on wheels is that my neighbors also have beds on wheels. This makes noise. Squeaky, loud noises. Especially on wood floors. If this were Project Runway right now Christian would totally be giggling about their sex noises right now. Also, if this were Project Runway that would be awesome.


Cut to sliced bread: