Hakol Sababa Cupcakes

     Before delving into the reasoning and rationalization for these amazing cupcakes, I need to acknowledge that these were not the cupcakes originally planned. I was going to be a real minx and make Foot in Mouth Ugh-cakes, with my traditional chocolate cupcake, vanilla frosting and a foot and mouth made out of marzipan. I wanted to talk about how I felt as though I put my foot in my mouth yet again, and all of this other pessimistic, negative blibbity blah. Then something changed my mindset, maybe it was playing “guess that bug in my house” with a good girlfriend, hearing a positive song on the radio, listening to my brother tell a dozen Chuck Norris jokes, (did you know that when the Boogeyman goes to sleep every night, he checks his closet for Chuck Norris, and that only Chuck Norris can dislike on facebook, oh yeah, the list goes on), or possibly it was getting the reassurance I was looking for. Anyway, my mind was changed, so the cupcakes had to be changed too.

     In light of my recent adventure and change of mindset, I feel it is appropriate to stop being so pessimistic, to stop being so negative and just say “phillips head screw it!” Hakol Sababa means something along the lines of “everything is good,” or at least that is what it means now. As you may have guessed if you keep up with this obnoxious blog, these are chocolate cupcakes with vanilla frosting, and my favorite, rainbow sprinkles.

     I think sometimes in life we get so caught up in our own little bubble, focus too much on what is wrong and not going the way we planned. We get so wrapped up in this “woe is me” perspective that we forget all of the positive things that are going on in our lives. Although your day may have been long and stressful, I know there is at least one positive action, feeling, person, or activity from your day. Although my day was stressful while playing ketchup since I was gone for a few days (yes, it's “ketchup,” food blog, remember?) I had an amazing, well needed vacation, met some wonderful people and came home to my family who filled my day with endless jokes and delicious food.

Hakol Sababa,

xox – The Mixing Minx

No Backbone Yam-Cakes

Where has my backbone gone? I think I lost some of the vertebrae in my spine, my will power is gone, rules thrown out the window, all hope is lost, I am forever doomed.

What is your weakness? What are those things that you just can't resist no matter how unhealthy or bad they may be for you? And tell me, what do you do to resist those things? Pretend they are not there, remind yourself of how bad they are, or give in to the torment of your weakness? For some people it is chocolate, candy, or maybe some potatoe chips (yeah, that's how I spell “potato” just deal with it, my blog, my spelling rules). It's quite possible your weakness could be from a different category all together, a person, place, shopping habit or other activity. Well whatever your weakness is, shoot, I am right there with you, and man is it ever hard to resist that weakness.

Recently I conquered my bread weakness, yeah, I LOVE bread, I would eat a loaf every meal of the day if I could. Challah bread, potatoe bread, sunflower bread, corn bread, pita, banana, rye, pumpernickel, naan, oh yum.... I need to stop, this bread list is making me so hungry.

Here are my No Backbone Yam-Cakes, as in: “My backbone must be missing. Ah ha! Here is some of it in these cupcakes!" These are sweet potatoe cupcakes, with vanilla frosting and marzipan vertebrae. Why sweet potatoe you ask? Well if you don't already know, then you don't need to know, so leave it at that. The colors are kind of funky, but it goes with the dish, and that's good enough for me. 

xox- The Mixing Minx

Holes In My Heart Cupcakes

I don't have the words for this one, so I will leave it up to those who seem to be better with words then myself...

“When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees and for the moment you can hardly breathe, wondering was she really here? Is she standing in my room? No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....”

“And I'll kiss you between the ears
If you're my girl, swirl me around your room with feeling
And as we twirl, the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling
Will shine for us, as love sweeps over the room
'Cause we tend to make each other blush, you make me blush”

“And you are there on my heart at the start of my every morning and I can't deny by the end of the day that I'm running on empty But you make me full, steal my breath. You're so unpredictable, that's what I'm coming home to.”

“This music in my head of heartshaped melodies in red. If this is just the start I cant wait to hear the end. The hours come and go as we lay wrapped up tight in your silver glow I've never been this content to be.”

“I'm on the road of least resistance. I'd rather give up than give in to this. So promise me only one thing, would you? Just don't ever make me promises”

“And I tell myself to let the story end, my heart will rest in someone else's hand, my 'why not me?' philosophy began, and I say, ooh, how'm I gonna get over you? I'll be alright, just not tonight, someday, oh I wish you'd want me to stay. I'll be alright, just not tonight, someday”

 - xox The Mixing Minx

Sexy Irrational Chili & Deliciously Yuckie Cornbread

There is just too much to say about this dish so instead I will keep in short, like the short dog hair that I am still trying to lint roll out of my new white couch. This chili was made with pissy peppers, banging beans, angry onions, mangled mushrooms, good-too-shoes garlic, and sexy spices, all topped with catastrophic cheese. Sometimes even those who generally seem to be level headed have their irrational moments. Since beginning my externship, changing jobs, and opening my heart I think I have become even more irrational then usual. The cornbread is quite good to be honest, the "yuckie" is merely there to be conflicting. Well that's all I've got, so thanks for reading... *cough cough* Elena and Mom. 

xox - The Mixing Minx

Are You There Love? It’s Me, Ashley.

Dear Love,

    Are you there, do you exist? Are you hanging out with the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, and Santa Claus? Are you a true feeling that exists within each of us to varying degrees? Gosh Love, you sure can be confusing, maybe a little tricky and sly as well. How do we know if our feelings are truly Love, is it something that you know immediately such as the idea of “Love at first sight?” Or is Love something that gradually grows over time and with experiences? Maybe it’s both, I am a fan of compromises, and looking for the middle ground, things aren’t always black and white, sometimes they are grey too. So here, when discussing the matter of you Love, I will support the idea of Love that can be faintly noticed at first sight and blossoms over time like a beautiful rose.

“Love, who can tell me I am wrong? I just think that I am strong. What is Love, what is love? I just want to be Loved.”

   So here, as we get closer to the holiday that honors Love, or possibly just the idea of capitalism and its great conquering abilities over our wallets for one day, I ask, what is Love? A (for the most part) wise man who in fact once Loved me, recently reminded me that Love will come my way again. I just wonder if Love is here now, or is this strange feeling inside lactose induced and merely my lack of ability to digest those crazy milk-ish foods that I continue to consume. I like to believe it is the beginning of Love, and as much as I want to shout it out, say it all day, and bend over backwards to express it, I will instead take the calm and reserved approach in fear of losing the feelings of Love. And Love, if you are there, some kind of sign might be nice, a figurative or literal one will do just fine. :)

Your skeptical optimist,

Ashley

Enjoy this upcoming holiday of Love, whether you are with someone or not, there is someone who Loves you and someone that you Love as well. Happy Love Day!

xox – The Mixing Minx

PMS Cupcakes

    This PMS cupcake trio is composed of different themes, those of which can often be found during that wonderful time of PMSing. Here we have love, anger, and chocolate all made with a pinch of the following: tears, love, sweat, frustration, anger, guilt, annoyance, shame, happiness, spit, jealousy, desire, care and passion.

Love: I love you, did you know that? It freaks me out, but it's true. In fact, I think I might love you too much for my own good. Love is weird and strange, warm and fuzzy, and most definitely not black and white. Tune in tomorrow for more on this matter as a new mixing will posted.

Chocolate: Yes, chocolate counts as a theme, what kind of woman do you think I am? I am starting to wonder if chocolate runs through my veins and I should attend CA (chocoholics anonymous) meetings. Chocolate is the core of my being, it is in my genetics, if you only know one thing about me, it's that I love chocolate and chocolate loves me.

Anger, or most recently renamed: You Annoy Me Bitch-Cakes. Made with get the heck out of my way chocolate cake, stop bothering me vanilla frosting, and bite me decorations. You - a pronoun which often is used to refer to a single person, but here, may refer to more then one person. Pardon my language but this calls for it. You. You are so annoying. You make me mad. You make me want to bitch. You make me want to embrace this month's PMS and complain up a storm. You get in my way. You make me think stupid thoughts. You make me waste good boxed cake mix and home made frosting. Here I am wasting my time writing a post about you which someone will waste their time reading. You annoy me.

Love, Chocolate, and Anger...all a part of the PMS process. Feel free my kind reader(s?) to miss-interpret up a storm for which a hurricane will surely follow.

xox- The Mixing Minx

You’re awesome, but…Cupcakes

Uh, yeah, you’re darn right my butt is pretty awesome, and so is every other woman’s tush (especially those with curves and hips). In fact, I think my butt looks amazing in those blue jeans with that black top and you can’t deny a hiney in a polka dot bikini. Butt, buns, fanny, tush, rump, rear, hiney, call it what you will as long as you acknowledge its awesome-ness.

Devil’s food cake, dark chocolate frosting, chocolate sprinkles, and a chocolate covered donut hole are just about every girls dream, it’s a true chocolate overload combination and completely appropriate for the occasion. “You’re awesome, but I just don’t see this going anywhere,” *cough* “I just took advantage of you/played with your emotions/got what I want and now I am done/think you’re a crazy lunatic, but I just don’t see this going anywhere” is what it has the potential to really mean.

My muscles may not be a buff as yours, my fingers not as callus covered; my nuts not kneed a half a dozen times throughout my life but you can still tell me the truth without sugar coating it just because I am a girl and you think you might hurt me. And for the love of cupcakes don’t even think for a second that you, any one person in particular is worthy enough of a cupcake created in response to your not-so-positive actions, it takes many experiences to create such a delicious work of art.

A bold butt statement:

“My butt is big and round like the letter C and ten thousand lunges has made it rounder but not smaller and that’s just fine. It’s a space heater for my side for the bed. It’s my ambassador to those who walk behind me. It’s a border collie that herds skinny women away from the best deals at clothing sales. My butt is big and that’s just fine and those who might scorn it are invited to kiss it.”

xox – The Mixing Minx