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Heavenly Pumpkin Brownies

Make these NOW, but don’t eat half the pan or you’ll feel a little sick. Trust me.

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Heavenly Pumpkin Brownies

4 large eggs
2 cups sugar
1 cup butter, melted
1 cup canned pumpkin
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice
1/4 teaspoon cinnamon

Frosting:

8 ounces cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup butter, softened
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 cups powdered sugar

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

1. In a large mixing bowl of an electric mixer, beat the eggs well, add in the sugar and butter and mix well. Add the pumpkin and vanilla and mix. Add the flour and spices and mix well. Spread in a 9 X 13-inch greased pan.

2. Bake for 25-35 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean. Let cool.

3. To make frosting: In a small bowl, beat cream cheese, butter, vanilla and powdered sugar until just mixed, careful not to over mix.

When the brownies are cool, frost. (I only needed to use about 1/2 of the frosting.) You can sprinkle chopped nuts on top of the brownies, if desired. Cut into squares and serve. Enjoy.



I Think I’m in Love — Obsolete

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Guys and dolls, this is awesome.

The gist? It’s a book that highlights more than 100 subjects that are totally fading into obscurity, such as:

1. Mix tapes (I made some rad mixes in my day; 78% of which included this song.)

2. Getting lost

3. Porn magazines

4. Camera Film (Still buying 35mm for my Holga and DAMN PROUD OF IT. Take that, Obsolete!)

5. Cash

6. Operators (Remember dialing 0 on the phone? And, like, a REAL person would look up a number for you?)

7. Body hair (Haaaaaaa.)

This book won’t disappoint, you have my word. I laughed and laughed and laughed some more.



Sniff sniff

First day of preschool.

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Wito had a bit of a meltdown, but the school has since called to let me know he is doing just fine and having a great time.

I’m still finding it hard to do much around here, though. I miss that boy.

(Lord, please let him enjoy himself and make friends and um, not wet his pants.)

(Speaking of wet pants, we’re making strides in the potty training department!)



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