Tomorrow is Danny’s birthday party and this kid loves strawberries and cheese, so Samantha and I set out to make these Cheesecake Stuffed Strawberries from Nutmeg Nanny:
I cut and pasted the below recipe. My comments/narration are in italics.
Cheesecake Stuffed Strawberries:
1 pound large strawberries (mine were less than large)
8oz. block cream cheese – soft
3 – 4 tablespoons powdered sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Graham cracker crumbs (I used a bag of those Scooby Doo Graham Cracker sticks that look like dog biscuits. I smashed them up with a potato masher while Samantha grabbed at the bag, yelling “NO, my kwakas!!”, but I managed to shake her off)
- Rinse strawberries and cut around the top of the strawberry. Remove the top and clean out inside with a paring knife if necessary. If you want to stand your strawberries upright slice a bit off the bottom. One strawberries are prepped set aside. (Samantha helped me by making sure that no strawberry innards went to waste. That kid also loves her some strawberries.)
- Combine cream cheese, powdered sugar and vanilla with a mixer or by hand.
- Add cream cheese mix to piping bag and fill strawberries. (I used a sandwich bag with the end cut off, because I am not fancy enough to own piping bags. While I was doing this part, Samantha helped out by turning me in circles and running through my legs and yelling to surprise me from the other side….so they look kind of crappy.)
- Once strawberries are filled dip the top in graham cracker crumbs. (I sprinkled the crumbs on top, because dipping was more than I could handle with the aforementioned toddler running between my legs screaming “MY kwakas!”)
Then I proceeded to suck the leftover filling out of the hole in the sandwich bag, which was mighty attractive, but I can now tell you with authority, that these guys may look crappy, but they are sure to taste delicious!
A good way to get the kids to play together is to pretend that you are working. I felt halfway decent yesterday. I have to assume the Wildebeest worked. But today I am dying, so thank you blog, for giving me a reason to sit here typing quietly.
Yesterday, it was doing this weird snow/rain mix here all day, so we were stuck inside no matter what. Snow means comfort cooking to me. And we needed cold medicine so early in the morning when it was just raining, I ventured out to the store in my Hello Kitty pajamas to get all sorts of comforting ingredients.
I ended up making some chicken soup or as Rachael Ray calls it Chicken and Herb Pot Pie Stoup. It’s yummy.
I also tackled my first ever homemade apple pie. I have done the pre-made crust and canned filling thing before, just to smell pie baking in the house, but this was my first ever pie with apples I peeled and sliced myself. I made the following dutch apple pie recipe from food.com (http://www.food.com/recipe/dutch-apple-pie-43990):
- 1 your favorite homemade pie crusts or 1 ready-made pie crust (I did use ready-made crust. Dough and I are not friends.)
- 5 1/2 cups peeled cored sliced cooking apples
- 1 tablespoon lemon juice
- 1/2 cup granulated sugar (I also listened to the 100 people who said 1/2 cup was too much and only used 1/4 cup)
- 1/4 cup brown sugar, packed
- 3 tablespoons flour
- 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
- 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
Preheat oven to 375°F.
Fit pie crust into pie plate.
In a large bowl, mix sliced apples, lemon juice, both sugars,flour, cinnamon and nutmeg.
Pile into crust.
In a medium bowl, with a pastry blender or a fork, mix flour, both sugars, and butter until coarsely crumbled.
Sprinkle evenly over apples.
Bake at 375°F for 50 minutes.
It was delicious and will be made again for Thanksgiving. This is the pie after me and my dad had dessert.
Thank God I invited him for dinner, because after he left I ate 2 more pieces. Now I can feel good and say that I didn’t eat an entire pie by myself in two days. Just 3/4 of a pie. But I will take whatever comfort I can get.
I blame the pie for my dying today, because if I hadn’t eaten myself sick with pie, I would have had more wine and the Wildebeest would have done its thing.
Today, dinner comes out of the Crockpot, which also seems to be dying. Hopefully, it will make it through one last pot roast.