Hot: Day 17-Blog Indiana

So I’ve been at this local blogging conference for the last two days. Bunches of bloggers from Indiana hanging out eating cookies. In fact, it’s a lot like BlogHer.

No, wait. It’s nothing like BlogHer.

First of all, a majority of the people here? Dudes.

Second of all? No dancing.

Third? Ever been the only mommyblogger in a room full of not mommybloggers? My guess is that this is how the smelly kid in class feels.  No one really wants to tell me I smell either. No one ever wants to be the one to tell the smelly kid they smell.

Bummer.

The weather here has been AMAZING.

Dear Indiana,

This weather? Freaking fantastic. Thanks bunches.

xoxo-Casey

So is everyone else’s weather delicious or did we steal it all? Is it too hot were you are? Too cold where you are? It’s so perfect here the desire to lie naked on a rock like a lizard is almost overwhelming.

Almost.

Hot: Day 16-Straightening out the moosh.

Straight B&W

half smile

straight and in her eyes

In case you’re wondering what all the hubbub is about, this is the moosh on a normal day, without a hot iron:

A new favorite.

This is only the second time I’ve ever attempted to straighten her hair. I say attempted because between the humidity and her sweaty nature, it lasted about as long as it takes to sneeze.

The best part? When I finally straightened the very top layer of her hair (her bangs) she doubled over in fits of laughter. At first I thought it was because she realized she looked so different.

Then I realized it was because her hair was tickling her nose and cheeks, something that has NEVER happened to her. Her hair has never fallen in her face, it only launches off the top of her head when it’s unkempt.

Hot: Day 15-How to eat fried Pepsi.

Okay, truth is, you don’t eat fried Pepsi.

That is if you know what’s good for you.

“BUT WHY?” you ask.

Because you won’t poop for four days after eating it. That’s why.

For those of you who want to know about fried Pepsi, here’s the deal. A bunch of guys in a mobile fry daddy make a frybread (elephant ear, depending on your geographic location) dough and instead of making it with water they make it with Pepsi. They then fry the ever loving crap out of it, stick a toothpick in each one and drizzle them with Pepsi syrup and a dusting of powdered sugar. Refer to last years post here for photographic evidence of the only time I was dumb enough to try it.

6 GIANT Balls.

HOWEVER!

I went back to the fair Wednesday night and my friend Anna came along. Anna is one of those people you want to pack up and add to your commune whenever and wherever you decide to settle down. Love her. We went back sans children on Wednesday to take pictures. Her pictures are amazing. The girl has skill. Mine are forthcoming. Have I ever told you I take too many pictures? Because I do.

Love this.
Camera duel.
Fisheye of me taking yet another picture by Anna.

Anna was along to document one of the highlights of my State Fair experience. Heck, maybe even life experience.

Three words.

Deep. Fried. Wunderbar.

For those of you who don’t know what a Wunderbar is, or of my strong attachment to them, a Wunderbar is a Canadian candy bar that I crave, love and covet. I asked the Canadians to bring me Wunderbars to BlogHer and boy howdy did they deliver. (Thanks Redneck Mommy, Andi, Ali, Angella and Amy)

I brought a Wunderbar to the fair with me on Wednesday night and asked the deep fried everything people if they could batter it up and fry it for me.

About to be fried.

Oh hai, I can haz deep fryed Wunderbar?

Whee for the giant frydaddy on wheels

They totally agreed.

I have a feeling you could bring these people your weekly meds and if they could find some way to fry them, they would.

Canada? That's North right? Or South...Hmm

While we waited off to the side, the lead fry daddy asked “Ice dish fer allyzam?”

“WHAT?”

“Itchy fish yeller digs?”

“HUH?”

At this point Anna leaned over to me and translated.

“He asked if “diswasyourallz” it’s Hoosier speak.”

“OH! YES! That’s ourzallz!”

I can speak Hoosier too.

Anyway.

Deep fried Wunderbar?

You healthy Canadians are missing out.

AT LEAST 800 calories.

Hot: Day 14-Guest Postage

So the moosh and I have this friend named Ben. Ben is eight years old. Ben has a dad named Bennie. Ben and Bennie make amazing artwork together.

the moosh has an original Ben and Bennie hanging in her bedroom.

We both looove it. I’d show you a picture of it but the moosh is crapped out cold and doesn’t need flashes all up in her room at nearly midnight.

Ben and Bennie are on vacation on the hot sunny beaches of South Carolina and asked if my estrogen and I would blogsit for them while they were away.

Once you see my little smooshable Ben you’ll know why I couldn’t say no.

Click here to read my letter to my sweet little Ben.

***comments closed, go leave your estrogen (maybe a little testosterone) on Ben’s site if you feel so inclined.***

Hot: Day 12-Temper.

I saw this post over at BlogHer. It’s about Mormons, and hello, I am one. So is the author of the Vampire “Twilight” series. Everyone over their shock? Okay, good.

This whole mess is exactly what I’m trying to clarify with my posts on religion. I don’t ask you to agree with me on my choice of religion. However, I do ask that whenever you decide to talk about my religion or make fun of it (srlsy) you get your darn facts straight. Make fun of me all you want as long as it’s the truth! But when someone only chooses to remember what he or she wants to remember or listen to what he or she wants to listen to about my religion things get messy. It’s fun to twist facts, it’s fun to recite stereotypes or urban legends. I know! Because I’ve done it! But this is how ignorance is born. You could find so much BS about my choice of religion out there on the internet and from people who feel they have been spurned you’d think we’re a bunch of hard core crazies (okay, some of us are hard core crazies) But in reality? We’re just a bunch of people trying to make it along in this world like everyone else.

My comment on the BlogHer site says this:

I’m sorry. But as a Mormon and as someone who has read the books there is no underlying racism because of her (our) religion. Or racism period. Meh.

Pardon me for not sounding coherent but if Ms. Valdes-Rodriguez had really done her research she would have learned that the Lamanites (the dark skinned ones) came out ahead and the Nephites (the light skinned ones) became violent and the problem people. Also, her sources for her quote from President Brigham Young was not from a reliable source. It was from an anti-Mormon source.

I’ll bet you I could find some post or wiki or video somehwere that says that we (Mormons) kill puppies naked in our temples (which we don’t, but it sounds a lot more excting right?) Not only was her commentary full of mistakes from the books, her reasearch into a horribly misunderstood religion was even worse.

There is or was racism and sexism in almost every religion at some point in time. Just because Mormons are easier to point fingers at doesn’t mean she should. What if Ms. Meyer was Jewish? Would people get after her about the unkosher diet of a Vampire?

My comment on Ms. Valdes-Rodriguez’s site said this: (she has enabled comment moderation and I don’t know if she’ll accept my comment or not)

I would also ask you kindly to look into other religions and other acts of Genocide and notice that it’s rampant in all religions and cultures. Not just the one you are choosing to examine and pick apart. Not that that makes it right, but it doesn’t unfairly point a finger at any one religion.
If you look into a religion only choosing to see what you want to see, of course the outcome is going to be what you originally wanted it to be in the first place.
Maybe you will notice the plea that is also in the front of the Book of Mormon that asks the reader to ponder it prayerfully.
Not spitefully.
I could be offended and find fault by a children’s book if that’s the attitude I took into reading it.

Phew. I’ll get off my soapbox now. It’s a teenage FICTION novel. Does it really matter what church the author chooses to go to every Sunday? Really? REALLY?

Meh.

PMS.

Late night.

xoxo if you’re still here in the morning.

Hot: Day 11-Coconut Cake

This is not a recipe for the faint of heart. If the idea of baking makes your left eye twitch, walk away and hope that someday you’ll have dinner at my house and that I’ll make this. However, if you looove a challenge, go forth and pick out some ‘nuts.

Coconut Prep

3 coconuts, drill two of the eyes with a drill and drain the coconuts through cheesecloth over a cup(save the drained coconut water.) Bake the drained coconuts @ 375 for 15 minutes until they crack. Crack them in half with a hammer (or the kitchen floor if it can handle it. heh) Peel off the husk of the coconut with a vegetable peeler, rinse off the coconut and process it a food processor or shredder.

Boil a half cup of milk in a container and add 2 oz. of the shredded coconut. (this will be your coconut milk)

In another half cup of boiling milk add 4 oz. of the shredded coconut. (this will be your coconut cream)

Put both containers in the fridge for at least an hour. After an hour place each coconut milk mixture in a blender and puree.
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Strain each mixture through cheesecloth, toss the coconut stuff left over after squeezing.
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Prepare your cake pans! (two 9″ pans well greased and lined with parchment)

Cake Ingredients

2 sticks of room temperature unsalted butter (beat in mixer until fluffy, about one minute)

mix in 16 oz of sugar and beat until fluffy

In a medium bowl whisk together:

14.5 oz cake flour

1.5 t. baking powder

1 t. salt

In another bowl combine:

A half cup of the coconut milk, a half cup of the coconut cream and a teaspoon of coconut extract.

Alternate adding the flour mixture with the coconut milk mixture in three parts.

(flour-milk-flour-milk-flour-milk)
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Beat 4 egg whites until stiff and glossy, mix in a third of the egg whites to lighten the batter and then gently (GENTLY!) fold in the remaining egg whites, leaving little bits of egg white fluff visible.
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Coconut Cake
Distribute the batter evenly between the two pans and bake in a (hot) 350 degree oven. Bake for twenty minutes, switch the position of the pans, rotate 180 degrees and bake for another 20 minutes. Allow the cakes to cool in the pan for ten minutes and then invert onto wire racks to cool completely.
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When the cakes are cooled, cut each layer in half so you have four layers. Spray each cake layer with the reserved water saved from the coconuts.

FROSTING!

In a double boiler add:

12 oz sugar

3 egg whites

1/2 t. of tartar

1/4 t. salt

1/3 c. of reserved coconut water
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Beat on low with a hand mixer constantly over simmering (hot) water for one minute. Turn the mixer up on high and beat for another 5 minutes. Remove from heat and add:

1/2 t. of vanilla

1 t. of coconut extract

Beat for another minute on high.
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Spread a small amount of frosting between each layer of cake and top with a bit of the shredded coconut until all four layers are stacked.
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Frost the entire cake and cover with shredded coconut.
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Eat. Mmm.
Coconut Cake

In case you’re new here, hi! I’m Casey, I looove to bake but am too lazy to do a full blown food blog, I don’t like to write down recipes, I just like to do them. Anyway, yeah. I’ve won a few awards for my baking and stuff. I like food. And coconut. And cake. Mmm.

Hot: Day 9-Hot in photos Part I

Only in Indiana.

In most fancy restaurants I’ve been to, proper attire is considered to be a collared shirt — sometimes with a tie — and maybe even a sportcoat.

In Indiana? As long as you have sleeves, yer good to go.

And even though Illinois is only one state that-a-way, I’m sure they don’t mind their neighbor spelling it wrong. I mean hello? We’re Indiana! Why spell check on public signs? Can you even imagine how we’d massacre Hawaii?

Hot: Day 8-Pee-eww

I haven’t showered for three days. No particular reason, just never really crossed my mind as something urgent that needed to be done. I’m considering taking it as personal challenge to see how long I can go without a shower, to see who would have the balls to say something to me.

Nah, not really. I’ll probably go shower after I finish writing this.

So riddle me this. Technically you’re not supposed to wash your hair everyday. Especially if it’s color treated. So I don’t. But come day two most of the time I feel greasy. I don’t look greasy, I just feel greasy. And I feel like I smell greasy. Yet no one has ever said “WASH YOUR HAIR MUCH DISGUSTO GIRL?” Needless to say three days without a shower? No part of me is hot right now.

So how often do you wash your hair? Do you feel not so hair commercial wonderful the next day but just ignore it because you’re “supposed” to wash your hair every other day? C’mon, how many of you have roots that are feeling not so squeaky clean most of the time (maybe at this very moment) but have the rest of us fooled?

I now feel like a dirty dishrag. A shower has just become an absolute.

Discuss.