This blog was founded on dating defeats... "We built this city on dogs to trollllllllllllllllll." But, sometimes it's important to celebrate the little victories. *gold star* And isn't the best way to celebrate a victory with a drink? Unless you're 5 years sober-- good for you!! (Sips nonchalantly in the corner)I laughed wayyyyyy too hard at that! Okay okay, so this story doesn't involve a cat or a pina colada....but it does involve wildberry margaritas! "Stephanie, what's a--" "I don't know. What's a shnazberry?" "Willy Wonka?" "Umpa lumpa, lumpade-do. I've gotta 'nother puzzle for you. What's got lime and salt on the rim? Hush hush and I shall be-gin." On a holiday in Chicago, I ventured into a Mexican restaurant with my cousin and his wife, after being blatantly ignored at a sushi restaurant, only to find the atmosphere welcoming and the food prices evoking feelings only found at a Fiesta. Not only were the prices on point, but the cute cashier blessed me with a free Margarita. He kept coming back to our table to check on us even though he was a cashier and not a waiter. No phone number, no name exchange, just a free Margarita and a little dollop of attention with my guacamole. TEQUILA LIME MARGARITA CAKE
2. Combine the flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt in a medium sized bowl. Set aside. 3. Cream the butter and sugar in a large bowl on medium speed about 2-3 minutes, until light and fluffy. 4. Add the egg whites and vanilla and beat on medium speed until well combined. Scrape down the sides of the bowl, as needed, to make sure everything is combined. 5. Add about one-third of the flour mixture to the batter and beat on medium speed until incorporated. 6. Add the milk and beat on medium speed until incorporated. 7. Add another third of the flour mixture to the batter and beat on medium speed until incorporated. 8. Add the lime juice, tequila and lime zest and beat on medium speed until incorporated. 9. Add the remaining dry ingredients and beat on medium speed until well combined and smooth. 10. Divide the batter evenly between the cake pans and spread evenly. 11. Bake the cakes for 25-30 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the middle of the cakes comes out clean. Don’t be alarmed if the tops are a little browned, that is normal. 10. Remove the cakes from the oven and allow to cool for 1-2 minutes, then remove to a cooling rack to cool completely. 11. To make the frosting, add the butter and shortening to a large mixer bowl and beat until smooth. 12. Slowly add about half of the powdered sugar, mixing until well combined and smooth. 13. Add the lime zest and lime juice and mix until well combined and smooth. 14. Slowly add the remaining powdered sugar and mix until well combined and smooth. 15. Add additional lime juice, if needed, to thin out the frosting. 16. To put the cake together, trim the tops of the cakes so they are flat. The cake layers should be pretty flat, but if there’s a dome, trim it off. 17. Place the first layer of cake on a serving plater, then top it with about 1 cup of frosting and spread into an even layer. 18. Add the second layer of cake and another layer of frosting. 19. Top the cake with the remaining cake layer and frost the outside of the cake. I used my 9 inch offset spatula to create the lines on the side of the cake, but feel free to leave that off. 20. Finish off the cake with swirls of remaining frosting and lime slices. Then sprinkle coarse sugar sprinkles around the top of the cake, like salt around the rim. 21. Invite Lorraine over for a slice. https://www.lifeloveandsugar.com/2018/08/08/margarita-cake/
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Sidewalk shifting from G major to C Press me like a capo, relinquishing no grip Nestle me between the strings, Neatly wound around your memory Reminiscence recorded files of travesties And albums of diverse equivalence Roll me up in tape, free from adhesive, And adhere your fingers to mine. Hide what’s mine in a catchy hook, Bridging me back to your lips every time Run me like a recording and forget to turn me off Hide me from the world In hopes it doesn’t find me, Bunkered in your love. One of the most disgruntling things you can come across the one morning you're running late for work is your tire flat as a pancake. Keys in the ignition put it in reverse clump clump clump. Fan-freaking-tasic. Yes, this is how every girl looks when changing a tire... Glam is priority; securing a donut is no exception..... besides, it doesn't even have an sprinkles!The 20-something year old was surprisingly calm for such an unfortunate of life's events. She came into my bedroom with a gentle shake of my shoulder protruding from the jean comforter. Speaking at a volume just above a librarian's she strung together words beckoning me to help her swap the donut for the flat. As a strong, independent woman as myself, I confidently said, "yeah I can switch it to a donut." My experience was that of observation of such a task. We approached the scene of the crime in pajamas and a "Self-Storage" polo. I'd like to think I kind of looked like I knew what I was doing... Not to mention, it was a 2017 German made car they, so it definitely came equipped with all the tools. Thinking I was Megan Fox in Transformers 2 leaning over the tire and cranking, we were approached by this rugged Islander man with ripped jeans and a smile. His skin had been kissed by the gods and his accent was like a slice of lemon meringue pie: the perfect balance of sweetness and tart epiphany. He asked if he could take over, and my pride allowed it. Starting small conversation, my best friend and I stood as observers (again) while he entertained us with a show of putting on this tire and his flirty banter. We thanked him profusely and then he managed to snag my phone number. Right before returning to his construction post at our apt complex, he invited me to embark on a jetskiing adventure with him and his cousin next weekend. Smiling, I agreed wholeheartedly. That was the last I ever heard from him. No text. No knock on the door (he knows where I live and the car my best friend drives). Alas, I'll have to find someone else to jetski with.. "When Promises and Tires Fall Flat" Cakes
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