“I” is for Introvert, So I Made No-Bake Cherry Cheesecake Cups

Give me cheesecake.

Just this morning I took the time to read an article about introverts, because well, I am one. I perused through the article of 18 people that explained what it was like to be introverted, and, most of the time, misunderstood. This lead me to revisit my night last night.

Last night was a special night where we (my hubby and I) were each celebrating a big milestone, and since he had lost some weight due to endless hours of studying for his PMP Certification (of which he passed), he thought it was a great opportunity to celebrate over some beers, March Madness, and Little Caesars’ Deep Dish, Bacon-Wrapped pizza. Ugh. Begrudgingly, I agreed.

Before he left me in the car to make a run for beer, he asked me to phone the pizza place to put in our order. If you’re like me, introverted, you recognize the sinking feeling at the thought of having to be social with someone you don’t know in order to get something you don’t even really want. After the horror movie music rang dramatically through my mind, I agreed and he made way for beer.

I sat in the car trying to quickly find a solution to the predicament that I was in. I searched for a Little Caesars application to potentially order my pizza that way. No app. SHIT! I Googled Little Caesars to see if I could order from their site, and dammit, it wasn’t loading! As the slight panic washed over me, and knowing that my hubby’s return could happen at any moment, I did what any red-blooded introvert would do in an emergency situation like this, I broke down, took a deep breath and hit “call”. (*Note: when this happens, please expect that I must recharge my batteries after interaction with any human being via phone or in person.)

As always, the phone call was awkward. Was it me? Was it the girl on the other end? I don’t know and I don’t care, I just want the call to end. As I stumble and bumble through my words, I get the amount of time it will take for the pizza to be ready and finally hang up.

Hubby returns. As I celebrate internally over this personal triumph, my hubby asks if I made the call, of which I have. Satisfied, he suggests two, large orders of queso “Because it would be delicious,” while we wait for our pizza. Again, begrudgingly, I agree.

No-Bake Cherry Cheesecake Cups

1 box of no-bake cheesecake

1 box of sugar-free black cherry jello

3 tbsps brown sugar

5 tbsps butter, melted

1 cup of water plus 1/4 cup

1/4 cup of fat free half and half

Get 1 cup of your water going on the stove. Turn around and make some magic happen. Melt your butter and mix in 2 tablespoons of your brown sugar. Yum. Next, take the package of crust mix and throw that up in the bowl and start stirring until combined. Set that aside and line a cupcake tin with some of those snazzy cupcake liners I talked about previously. At about this time, your water should be boiling. In a separate bowl, pour in your mix of jello and remaining tablespoon of brown sugar. I know I said sugar free, but this just leaves more room for the awesome called brown sugar. Pour in your boiling water and stir until dissolved. Now, mix in your half and half and remaining water and stir that mix up a bit. Add your cheesecake mix and stir, then whip out your electric beaters and get that stuff combined. Set that aside while you spoon in some of that crust mix into each of the cups. Be sure to press down on the bottom and a quarter of the way up the sides. Now, spoon in your jello mix and place in the fridge for an hour. If you’re like me, though, you won’t wait but half an hour and tear into two of them. They’re good.


“SCarol’s” Cookies from The Walking Dead and My Case of RBF

If you haven’t been caught up on The Walking Dead, I’m sorry for you. Carol is turning into one of my favorite characters as her inherent bitterness is cloaked in her poorly-matched soccer mom outfits (sorry soccer moms). She makes a killer batch of cookies on top of having a wicked side that I find almost relatable. Carol’s gift of masking her utter evilness with the sugary-sweet demeanor of a doting mother is intriguing. It also leads me to relate back to an experience I had at the bookstore just a week and a half ago.

When I’m tasked with a big project, I find it best to get away from my familiar environment and head to one that gets the creative juices going. In this instance, it happened to be my favorite place – a book store. I went with my hubby so that he could study for his certification and I could gain inspiration by my surroundings.

As we sat in the cafe, we both worked on our assignments. Distracted (easily), I listened as a woman spoke loudly on one end of her phone. On occasion, she would let out a cackle at something she had said. I didn’t see any humor in it, so I got up and walked around a bit. Unhappy with my selections for my current topic, I returned to my seat.

“You look mean!” My hubby said.

“What, what are you talking about?”

“You looked mean walking around. I was watching you,” he said.

“Oh, that’s because I suffer from resting bitch face,” I said. (insert mean guitar riff here)

He went back to his studies and I went back to listening to a terrible phone conversation, and needless to say, I nailed my project. How does this relate to Carol? She’s able to hide her emotions where I can’t, so I guess not at all. Let’s hope I don’t get bitch face wrinkles. At that, let me share the recipe I found from Chris Hardwick’s Instagram for Carol’s Cookies. They sound infamous enough, so I thought I’d share. Also, the proper amount of corn starch will make them fluffy ;-).

*By the way, these aren’t guilt-free, low fat, or healthy. I gave that shit a rest after I expanded my waste line. You’re only supposed to eat one cupcake per serving, not 12. Ugh.


Marijuana Isn’t Legal Yet, But We Can Still Make Dessert

Sometimes things happen to me that inspire my inner monologue to start working like a rusted hamster wheel. One afternoon about a month ago, my inner monologue managed to make me burst out laughing. Luckily though, I was in my car. You see, I get in the habit of looking at people while they are driving. Not to judge, of course, but to make sure no one is watching me put on a killer rap concert for myself in my car. This is also how I caught a man knuckle-deep up his nose one day…he slowed down when he realized he was spotted, but I slowed down too to let him know that I thought it was funny because, why not?

Anyway, as I bust out my wicked sweet beats in my Ford Focus, I checked the car next to me to be sure they weren’t taking in a concert for free. This time, the joke was on me. This guy must have been auditioning for a new Cheech and Chong movie because he was DEFINITELY smoking a joint while driving. For once, I was silenced by what I had just seen. I mean, here I was worried that someone would see me dropping serious beats, meanwhile I’ve got an older man partaking in some earthly wares in the car next to me. Is this legal? Not here. Then I continued to fist pump and rock out because, well, this was the best part of the song.

This leads me to give up an easy recipe for a weedless cherry cobbler.

Weedless Crockpot Cherry Cobbler

So Good It’s Illegal?

1 box of vanilla cake mix (funfetti if you’re feeling festive)

1-2 cans of cherries (2 cans if you’re making it for me because I’ll eat all of the cherries)

8 tbsp’s of butter or butter substitute if it makes you feel like you’re eating on the lighter side like me

Turn your crockpot on hot and empty out those cans of cherries, but be sure you shove a spoon into one of the cans to get some cherries because they’re delicious. Next, throw that cake mix all up in there on top and do not stir. Finally, throw your dollops of butter over the top and put your lid on it before you get tempted to try some more of the cherries.

Let this sit for three hours. Once your inner alarm goes off three hours later, don’t wait for it to cool; get some of that in a bowl STAT! If some of the cherries drip down your chin like molten lava, just remember how delicious and easy this recipe is. And it makes your house smell good.


Supposedly, when Stephen King wakes from a wacky dream, he writes it down and this is what most of his brilliant works are based on. What if I did the same and used those ideas for books? I think everyone would think I’m crazy, delusional, or just plain weird…if they don’t already.

I’m inspired with these thoughts after a run-in with a wild dream or two last night. Around 1:13AM this morning I awoke myself, my dog, and my hubby by yelling out. In my sleep-induced haze I tried to explain my dream.

“I was looking under the bed expecting to see a monster, but I saw a cat. I’m sorry I woke you.”

If you’re familiar with obscure and ridiculous B-rated horror from the 80s, you may be familiar with one of those Saturday night specials aptly named ‘Rawhead Rex’. Not familiar? Check it out above or watch the full movie on YouTube and imagine expecting that sex on wheels to crawl out from under a bed in your dreams; you’d yell out too. I’m not sure whose bed it was, though, since I’ve tried to shove everything under the sun under my bed…for cleaning purposes (much to the chagrin of my neat and calculating husband), so I couldn’t tell you where I was or why I was dreaming about this. I had also just watched The Walking Dead, so it could have been there. Who knows.

To adjourn this ridiculous and nonsensical post, I will supply you with a recipe for delicious:

Roasted Parmesan Butternut Squash

1 medium-sized butternut squash, diced
Garlic Powder (a light dusting)
Seasoned Salt (to taste)
1/4 cup of grated parmesan cheese
1/2 tsp cayenne pepper
1 tbsp butter
1 tbsp olive oil
Juice of 1 lemon

Pre-heat oven to 400. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper. In bowl, mix diced squash with olive oil and butter. Sprinkle squash onto the pan, careful to keep the pieces separate. Dust the squash with your garlic powder, seasoned salt, parmesan cheese, cayenne, and finish with the juice of the lemon. Place in oven for 25-30 minutes.

Remove and serve!