Gods, this week and last. Things have been crazy-busy as of late. Baking jobs for the bambino’s school. Working last Saturday morning, then going to Sioux Falls for my Mother’s Day dinner:
Yep, Five Guys again! Those are some seriously good burgers. It may become our new place to eat whenever we’re in Sioux Falls. A friend asked me to make cupcakes for her children’s teachers/daycare, which I was happy to do. She wanted mostly minis, which were a nice change of pace. I spent all day on Sunday working on those (which is why we went to Sioux Falls on Saturday):
That’s not even all of them–I had more cooling in the kitchen! And there were a lot leftover, which was kind of nice, even though the last time I made cupcakes, a good chunk of them went uneaten.This time around, I took a bunch into work. And sadly, we found out Monday that a former coworker had passed away, so there was a bittersweet reunion of a few of us who worked on the teller line back in the day at her visitation. And in between all that, I battled a nasty bout of what I suspect was food poisoning from some fast food. Ugh.
Once I was able to eat real food (besides crackers and toast), I made some dessert, one that I knew wouldn’t stick around too long–Balsamic Strawberry Shortcake.
I was somewhat hesitant about putting balsamic vinegar with the berries, but I remember seeing Giada de Laurentiis pairing them together back in the dark ages, when we still had cable. And since I’ve become enamored of balsamic vinegar, I thought I’d give it a try.
I have no idea why I waited so long to try this. It’s sweet without being cloying, and there’s just enough of a bite from the tang of the vinegar. For the time being, I’m the only one who seems to like this–The bambino took a bite, waved the plate away with his hand and made a face, and Jay was too full from breakfast to try any. It does mean I’m going to have to eat it all myself today–Not that I’m complaining. But the acids in the vinegar will break down the strawberries until they’re mush, and mushy berries are just kind of nasty. The berries make it moderately healthy, right?
I will say that in spite of the roller coaster that was this past week, it wasn’t all bad. These came in Monday’s mail:
I know it’s still FOUR (!) months away, but I’m so frakking excited about this show, it’s not even funny. And two weeks after that, a group of us will be heading to see Fleetwood Mac, on the Minneapolis side of the river. September’s going to be a fun month!