Wordless Wednesday: Kooky for Coconut (M&Ms)
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OnAirstreaming at SXSW
I wasn’t there, because this is not my lovechild.
Husfriend, however, is a part of the magic that is OnAirstreaming.
One can’t help but support the shit out of something so beautifully innovative for the world of music.
Liberty Market
Liberty Market has been around a while.
Hell, I even used to work around the corner (sorry, this site is obnoxious. it also explains why a character like myself would work at such an establishment.) and gorge myself on breakfast potatoes a few doors down with roomies.
I’ve seen so much buzz all over Twitter (follow them, stat! @LibertyMarket) about their delicious baked goods, fantastic spirits, mouth-watering menus, and tasting events, I’m kicking myself for not being a more expressive lover before recently. You can’t change the past Jess, only move forward. Exhale.
One of their latest “seasonal” creations in the sweets department are Girl Scout Cookie-inspired cupcakes. I hear the angels singing and the epic foodgasms commencing from sea to shining sea. At least that was my personal reality, when they tweeted about The Samoan Cupcake.
If you happened to follow my seemingly hourly boulder-holder updates on Twitter today, you’d know that I packed up Nugget and made the short jaunt to indulge myself. And indulge I did. Sorry love handles. You’ve been acting out a bit lately and could probably use as many opportunities as I can offer to practice your forgiveness…
In a nutshell, the bras never dried. I layered like no one’s business, donning an outgrown shelf bra. Serves me right for doing the one household chore I loathe entirely in the middle of the day when THERE ARE CUPCAKES TO BE HAD, GODDAMNIT!
And now, for your salivary glands’ drooling pleasure, a food fanatics review of The Samoan Cupcake from Liberty Market:
- They’re huge! Okay, so maybe not like Costco muffin huge, but they definitely use large cupcake liners.
- I spy a Samoan. Bonus points for half of the actual Girl Scout cookie placed strategically atop the fluffy frosting.
- Filling!! Not like the obnoxious kind I will probably need come my dental cleaning in August, the ganache was perfect in every way.
- Surprisingly light, yet decadent. To be honest, I was a bit intimidated by the sheer size and harrumph of the cupcake when I was
snuggling with it on the couchbringing it home. I was surprised to find the cake very light, not too sweet, and balanced perfectly with the filling and frosting. It helps me justify eating such a mammoth sweet because I didn’t feeling like puking the second I licked the last finger clean.
If you’re in the East Valley of Satan’s Pit, make your way to Liberty Market by morning. These beauties will surely go fast.
If you’re not in the East Valley of Satan’s Pit, cue food envy:
When chocolate milk attacks.
What better time than on a quick road trip home from Tucson to teach Nugget the fine art of drinking out of container like a human, sans overly involved tongue and straw?
None better time. That's when. Dagnabbit!
Inspired.
This post is mainly a test. I know it will now likely generate a post to Twitter and, if you're new here, you are probably going, "What the chick-o-stick?!"
Don't worry, I recently stepped away from my beloved Crackberry and joined the ranks of the HTC family with the new Inspire 4G from AT&T.
Two weeks in and I love it already.
And this, right here, that you, out there, are reading is coming straight from my thumbtips. Free awkward visual, and go...
Damn though, if this little app works, be prepared for an onslaught of anytime, anyplace, anything from me. Protect your souls and your children. This will get wild. Wild like crocheting on a Monday night. (and swearing at autocorrect)
Huzzah.
For the love.
For the love.
An expression I’ve found myself not only thinking, but vocalizing quite frequently lately.
Suited for all of the good and the not so good and the utterly obnoxious and the Charlie Sheenisms (yes, I believe the man warrants a category all his own at this point. sue me.).
In using this phrase so frequently, there are parts of my insides that have taken a wondering notice of how wont I am to adapt to the expressions I use during various happenings of my life.
I notice myself seeking out experiences fit to warrant the use of the phrase.
Shall we get started of the subsequently blatant overuse?
How about the killing it dead and then beating it with a stick? Hard. Twice.
I grow weary of the phrase and then move along to the next, being sure not to leave the predecessors completely in the dust. There is always a time and place, deserving of a hearty, “For the love!”.
Speaking of Charlie Sheen, perhaps I should consider the overuse of his seemingly already exhausted turns of phrase…
Winning.
Kristoffer Ragnstam – Swing That Tambourine
My preference, in regard to the introduction to new music, is to hear and not see.
I have this inexplicable ability to create an entire experience in the few minutes it takes to peer inside the soul of a musician. To feel what it is that may have driven them to share their innermost in such a way as that melody or those deep lyrics.
Not all songs are deep and dark and introverted, obviously, and this video of Kristoffer Ragnstam performing Swing That Tambourine is a prime example of imagery unimaginable to the listening ear. The visual manifestation of the song is the furthest from a literal interpretation. The lyrics, seemingly upbeat and snippity-snappity, are reflected subtly by the incorporation of, you guessed it, tambourines.
See for yourself:
P.S. See and hear the new and old over at OnAirstreaming. Follow the Husfriend as he documents the hard work they’ll be getting on next week as SXSW Music gets underway. Trust me when I say you won’t want to miss some of the amazing talent that will be stopping by to be a part of the project.
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