Veni, Vidi, Diabiti. I came, I saw, I spiked peoples blood sugar.
I made Black forest cupcakes and black forest truffles for my father in-law’s big 60th birthday bash. I’m pretty sure I’m getting a reputation as the destroyer of diets. The guy who was cooking the main meal for everyone in particular tried to steal the box of truffles from me three times, ate at least four while most other people had a max of two and spent the rest of the evening hounding me for the recipe. So I guess I should share.
Black Forest Cupcakes/Truffles
2/3 cup of butter
2 eggs
2 1/4 cup flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 3/4 cup sugar
3 oz unsweetened chocolate melted and cooled slightly
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup water
1/4 cup Kirsch
1 can of cherry pie filling
1 cup dried cherries soaked in Kirsch until completely saturated (Can take a day or two, I let sit for a month)
Whipped cream and Maraschino Cherries to decorate cup cakes
Between 8 - 10 oz of melted bittersweet chocolate for truffles ( I used a mixture of bitter sweet and a little milk chocolate)
bring butter and eggs to room temp
sift together  flour, salt, baking soda and baking powder and set aside
cream together butter and sugar until fluffy
add eggs and beat until well incorporated
Slowly add melted chocolate and vanilla mixing well
alternate adding flour and water to batter adding Kirsch last
Mix gently until smooth
fill muffin tins 2/3 full and bake at 350 for 18 - 22 min
Once baked allow to cool completely before filling with a mix of the liqueur soaked cherries and cherry pie filling and decorating with sweet whipped cream topped with maraschino cherries.
For truffles
Take left over cake and filling and mix together (just like cake pops)
cover with saran wrap and place in fridge until cool and reasonably firm
roll 1 tablespoon of filling/cake mixture into a ball for each truffle
Dip balls in melted chocolate and set out on wax paper to cool and set.
I made 12 cupcakes and 40 truffles with this recipe but you could make either 24 cup cakes or about 80 truffles depending on what you want to make.

rufftoon:

The Book Of Life

Directed by Jorge R. Gutierrez 

Studio ReelFX

Okay I really really really need to go see this movie.

axmxz:

stepharooni:

superboyfriends:

ethelindi:

Everyone probably knew this was coming.

#i legit CRY at this commercial #it actually makes me CRY #boom-dee-ada-boom-dee-ada #i just love the flipping world okay? #sobbing now

I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS COMMERCIAL

I always wondered why they didn’t turn this into a full-scale campaign. It was BRILLIANT.

The Aristocats (1970)

kezrekade:

equine-inspiration:

chase-me-charlie:

Here, have some Friesians.

Can I keep them?

GLORIOUS

You can practically hear them singing “I’m so Prettttty, Oh so pretttty…”

gallifrey-feels:

knitmeapony:

dreaminpng:

allonnziii:

kellanium:

#probably the best explanation of a device in the tv history

This is literally my fourth or fifth time reblogging this.

It’s still hillarious.

One of my favorite lines

I kinda feel like the writers wrote this line specifically to drive the kind of fans who want to figure out how sci-fi tech would theoretically work crazy. They’re like “nope! We’re not going to give you any techno babble to tear apart or investigate or mull over to tell us how we’re doing it wrong, or how it compares in effectiveness to similar tech in other franchises.”

I also feel like this is one of those times when the TARDIS’s translation circuit just gave the fuck up. Like the ‘physics physics physics’ scene, where he is imparting secrets of the universe and the TARDIS is like THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR THIS IN ENGLISH DAMN IT DOCTOR OH HELL FUCK IT.

OH MY GODS she TOTALLY edits his speech. I be he actually swears a fuckton but the TARDIS is like THERE ARE CHILDREN

ursulavernon:



Once upon a time, there was a fetching young wolverine who, wearing her favorite red hood, went skipping through the fields, on the way to her grandmother’s house, carrying a basket of tasty goodies.*
A wolf, who was lurking at the edge of the woods, descended upon the young wolverine and said “Hello, little red riding wolverine, and where are you going in such a hurry?”
"To visit my grandmother," said the young wolverine, as demure and maidenly as a gravelly wolverine baritone can be.
"To visit your…to…grand…to..my goodness, what big teeth you have…" said the wolf, who seemed to have lost his train of thought somewhere.
The wolverine nodded.
"And what…big…claws…you have…" said the wolf, in much the same tone as General Custer commenting on the surprising number of locals at Little Bighorn.
The wolverine nodded.
"I’ll just bugger off, shall I?" said the wolf.
The wolverine nodded.
The wolf slunk gratefully back into the trees and hyperventilated quietly, and the little red riding wolverine skipped merrily through the woods to her grandmother’s house and they ate assorted rodents and watched cartoons and baked cookies happily ever after.  - Ursula Vernon
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*Pepperidge Farms’ Mixed Rodent Party Assortment, to be precise, a pretty good value for the money, although everybody always picks through and eats the gerbils first.


Awwww! Thanks, guys!

This woman is right up there on my list of artist/writers I would be happy take out to a really nice pub. 

ursulavernon:

Once upon a time, there was a fetching young wolverine who, wearing her favorite red hood, went skipping through the fields, on the way to her grandmother’s house, carrying a basket of tasty goodies.*

A wolf, who was lurking at the edge of the woods, descended upon the young wolverine and said “Hello, little red riding wolverine, and where are you going in such a hurry?”

"To visit my grandmother," said the young wolverine, as demure and maidenly as a gravelly wolverine baritone can be.

"To visit your…to…grand…to..my goodness, what big teeth you have…" said the wolf, who seemed to have lost his train of thought somewhere.

The wolverine nodded.

"And what…big…claws…you have…" said the wolf, in much the same tone as General Custer commenting on the surprising number of locals at Little Bighorn.

The wolverine nodded.

"I’ll just bugger off, shall I?" said the wolf.

The wolverine nodded.

The wolf slunk gratefully back into the trees and hyperventilated quietly, and the little red riding wolverine skipped merrily through the woods to her grandmother’s house and they ate assorted rodents and watched cartoons and baked cookies happily ever after.  - Ursula Vernon

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*Pepperidge Farms’ Mixed Rodent Party Assortment, to be precise, a pretty good value for the money, although everybody always picks through and eats the gerbils first.

Awwww! Thanks, guys!

This woman is right up there on my list of artist/writers I would be happy take out to a really nice pub. 

This weekend was devoted to gingerbread. I’ve struggled with rolled cookies quite a bit in the past. Our apartment is kept much too warm in the winter. Thankfully this year I learned a few techniques that help a lot.
Now I just need to practice my pipeing so I can develop a steadier hand.