<![CDATA[Lucky Penny Cookies - Cookie Ramblings]]>Fri, 26 May 2017 00:20:15 -0600Weebly<![CDATA[Desserts for the Deserving]]>Thu, 12 Jul 2012 04:11:14 GMThttp://luckypennycookies.com/1/post/2012/07/desserts-for-the-deserving.htmlAmanda at I am Baker is a wizard in the kitchen. I don't know how I found her blog--I don't know how I find any blogs to be honest. I have lost hours--DAYS--just clicking around from one talented blogger to the next. But I have been following her blog for a while now--she has all these amazing tutorials on her site, like this one for a gorgeous rose cake, and she is probably best known for the cakes she makes that have a design on the INSIDE--like this one. Wizardry.

When I read that she was looking for bakers to volunteer to send a gift of baked goods to someone deserving, I was all over that! I like to bake and make people feel good and stuff, right? This is her second year organizing what she calls Desserts for the Deserving. This year, 170 bakers are sending out treats to someone who has been nominated. 

I was matched up with a woman who has been dealing with some health issues and has been in a rehab facility for some time. Her daughter thought that getting a little treat in the mail would brighten her day. I have been going through some of the same issues with my dad lately so I was thrilled to have the chance to cheer her up, if only a little. 

Here are the cookies I sent last week:


My recipient is a retired Postmaster, so I thought she might like some stamp and letter cookies in bright, cheery colors.


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<![CDATA[I love a theme.]]>Wed, 30 May 2012 01:25:56 GMThttp://luckypennycookies.com/1/post/2012/05/i-love-a-theme.htmlPlanning my kids' birthday parties brings out my (not-so-inner) lunatic. I can spend all the hours of the day that I should be sleeping just Googling around the old intertubes, Pinteresting all up in the house, making list after list of cute little crafts and recipes that are both delicious and in the shape of farm animals or whatever. Of course, approximately 97% of the things I put on these lists of mine are 100% pipe dream. 

But THIS year, for THIS birthday, my son requested a Star Wars party. And because of his dad's insane obsession with said movies, we have life-size cardboard cutouts of C-3PO, the official Star Wars cookbook, and every Star Wars figure in the galaxy (see what I did there?) just lying around waiting to fuel my party-planning madness. 

My only fear now is that my kids are going to expect this kind of hoopla every year. (Fat chance.)

Here are some pics from the big day:




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I think we can all agree that Chewy was the real star of Star Wars.
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The watermelon Death Star idea, among others, came from this cool blog: http://justjennrecipes.com/foodbuzz-24x24-the-ultimate-star-wars-party/2010/10/04/
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Not pictured, because they were devoured as soon as I put them on the table: the Han-burgers and the trash compactor pasta salad.
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This cake was made by my insanely talented friend, Jenn Rhoads. It was so delicious I had DREAMS about it last night.
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Han Solo! Trapped in carbonite--I mean, grape jello!
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The happy birthday boy.
Now if only I could get that ridiculous cantina music out of my head.
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<![CDATA[Pokemon. AKA Poke-me-in-the-eye-with-something-sharp.]]>Tue, 29 May 2012 04:53:49 GMThttp://luckypennycookies.com/1/post/2012/05/pokemon-aka-poke-me-in-the-eye-with-something-sharp.htmlMy son is into Pokemon these days. This is a disaster for me--I know nothing about Pokemon, except I can pick Pikachu, that weird-looking yellow one, out of a lineup MAYBE. And he always wants me to play with him (my son, not Pikachu). Now, I can handle a nice game of tag (until I am gasping and wheezing, anyway) and I could play that Mario Brothers stuff all day long (and have, come to think of it). But a request to play Pokemon with him always has me desperate to do something more fun, you know, like clean that narrow space between the fridge and the kitchen counter, or go stand in line to renew my driver's licence, or maybe watch The View.

Here's the thing. I don't GET Pokemon.* I mean, are there rules? That stay the same every time you play the game? Because if there are, my son sure doesn't seem to understand them--though he carries on as though he does. 

So we all have cards. And we take turns playing them? And then Noah will tell us who wins that round (it is usually him, though he has a soft spot for his old mama and will throw me a bone every now and again). Each card has points? Of some kind? And some cards are better than others, I guess, based on the number of times Noah has begged me to get him the Super Lastertronic card or whatever. (Another thing I don't get--you can just go buy better cards? So the best Pokemon players are just the ones with the biggest suckers for parents, or what?) But the games just go on until the end of time--listen, I have the most charming and hilarious kids in the world (it's been officially verified by officials) and ten minutes in I am sawing away at my own wrists with the sharpest card in my deck.

Just trust me. It's torture. 

So playing Pokemon? No. But recreating a Pokemon level ball (???) on a cookie? Yes!




* Please do not explain the rules to me. Please. I beg of you. This is my happy place.
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<![CDATA[On Painting and Chickens]]>Sat, 19 May 2012 15:35:46 GMThttp://luckypennycookies.com/1/post/2012/05/onpaintingandchickens.htmlI’ve always thought of myself as having no artistic ability. I mean, I drew this self-portrait in kindergarten that has become one of my (mean) family’s favorite jokes. It looked like .
.. well ... a chicken. It had actual claws, people. It had ... you know what? Why don't I just show you? Because my family is the kind that treasures this kind of comedy gold and so I happen to have this picture.  
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Bawk, bawk, bitches.
 Whenever the topic of this pictures comes up (and let me tell you it comes up a lot, thanks to my mean family) I always defend myself by saying that I must not have understood the assignment, that I did NOT know I was supposed to be drawing a self-portrait. Or maybe I didn't know what a self-portrait was. I was a bit oblivious as a child. Hey, if I thought the assignment was to draw a chicken, you have to admit I totally nailed it. 

Come to think of it, when I was a freshman in high school, a couple of guys in my math class used to chirp at me, because, as I eventually found out, they said I looked like a bird. And OF COURSE I had an enormous crush on one of them, because who WOULDN'T fawn over a dude who is chirping at you in math class like a total asshat? 

So ... wait. DO I look like a chicken? Was I a fabulous artist in kindergarten after all, and everyone decided that it was better to pretend I could't draw than to tell me that I have a decidedly fowl quality about me? This is blowing my mind. 

Anyway, I was thinking about this lack of artistic ability (OR NOT!) when I was trying to decide if I should attempt to paint on cookies. I know I will never be Arty McGoo or anything, but I wanted to prove all the haters wrong, because there is nothing I like more than being right--ask my husband.

So me with a chip (chip! I said chip, not chirp! God!) on my shoulder plus a couple of extra cookies lying around plus some down time while my cookies bake equals my first cookie painting success! Please tell me they don't look like chickens.




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