Six years and counting…

It was a hobby, something I started to fill the hours of my day six years ago and has since become something more than I ever thought. As of late it has been my therapy and support system (both emotionally and financially…thanks to all who do either as they are equally important!). It’s been a way to vent my frustrations at stupid (well people who have yet to educate themselves…I’ll be PC) or uptight people of the world who interact with me. My way to try new recipes and challenge myself and others. My way to annoy people (RSS feeds, Oreo’s, Funfetti). My way to help my mom raise money for cancer (she’s at it again if you want to help). My way to be a show mom with my dog. My way to learn how a camera works…yowza those first few years were harsh (and I still have a ton more to learn). My way to hopefully inspire people with my slightly off the beaten path recipes. June 11th marks six years of attempting to come up with stuff that will keep people coming back to this … [Read more...]

Air…it’s what’s for dinner…

So I was supposed to have a little medical thing done this week and the idea of cooking after that sounded no fun at all. So as usual, what is more fun than Funfetti? I had seen cake batter Krispie Treats over on my blog crush and figured if any time ever I deserved then was now. :) I had been putting make them off for a very good reason, like Lay’s potato chips, I can’t eat just one. Or four for that matter. Krispie Treats are my kryptonite for sure. It’s because they are a negative food. You know how nutritionist tell you some foods have a negative calorie effect, that by the time your body process them that you burned more calories than you ate? For the record I think that is a load of crap and just an evil way to try and make you eat certain foods. :P I think Rice Krispie Treats are like that for me. Except the negative effect that they have on me is that after eating 8 of them, it’s feels like I ate none of them. And so I want to eat more. They are like eating … [Read more...]

Poking fun at yourself…

Just as I suspected I did anger a few runners out there…though interestingly enough, not the people that are long time runners…most likely proving my point. :P But moving on. To show that I am a good sport and that people are way too serious I will now tell you what is wrong with hockey players. 1. They smell. No, I mean smell. The gear in most people’s bag smells so bad that when opened in a room it will usually strip the paint off the walls. Since they wear this gear, it rubs off on them. And though they shower, no matter how hard they try, you cannot get the glove smell off our hands. If you are a hockey player or live with one, you get used to the smell, most people, just like the truth…can’t handle it. :) 2. They get fatter once they move to recreational hockey. Well not all of them, but some of them. When in competitive hockey you tend to be young (unless you are a Red Wing), working out all the time, and eating fairly good. When you move to competitive hockey you … [Read more...]

Ego maniac with sprinkles…

Sorry to those of you who thought I had an actual heart attack on Thursday. I can assure you if I really did have one, at no point would I be posting a post about cookies on the blog. I mean I am dedicated to this blog and all, but that’s a bit much. So unless you see something from my webmaster saying I am down and out and had a heart attack, I am as usual, being sarcastic. Let us all remember that sarcasm is my second language…and with my bad grammar, it might just be my first language over English. :P In awesome news, I got lots of dislike mail (I’m trying not to say hate anymore) about the donate button. Since they clearly want to make it on to the blog here we go: “Peabody- You are running a food blog not curing cancer. A donate button? Come on.” “Dear Peabody, You really expect people to donate to you for baking food? People are hopefully smart enough to donate to Livestrong or the Red Cross than they are to a cookie.” “Peabody- Get over yourself. A … [Read more...]

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