The Betty Crocker Chapters

No. 6

My Mother always told me that a real lady never shows up empty handed when you're invited somewhere. It was a lesson on politeness that I remind myself of as soon as I see an invitation in the mail, (or on Facebook).  It's totally summer now and I'm sure you fellow housewives have a social calendar booked with graduation parties, bbq's and family reunions.  Skip that standard bottle of the wine hostess gift and try your hand at something a little more creative. Whatever could that be?  A Fruit Pizza, of course!  Yeah, just the name of this quick treat made me say "What the???"  This recipe came from a brand new housewife named Katrina, (Congrats again Girly!!)  when she brought this amazing munchie to girls night.  Naturally, I insisted upon the recipe because I need to spread the word about this!

Katrina's Fruit Pizza

Ingredients
-One batch of your favorite sugar cookie dough recipe (or get crazy and do Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter!  Ok, ok... you can use an 18 oz. roll of refrigerated cookie dough, too.)
-One 8 oz. package of softened cream cheese
-1/3 cup sugar
-1/2 tsp vanilla
-Assorted fruits (strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, bananas, etc.)
-1/2 cup orange marmalade, or apricot preserves

Directions
Cover 14 inch round pizza or jelly roll pan with the sugar cookie dough.  Bake at 375 degrees for 10-12 minutes.  Cool.

Combine cream cheese, sugar, and vanilla.  Spread evenly over the cookie dough crust, just like pizza sauce.  Arrange fruit over the sauce.

Combine orange marmalade (or peach or apricot preserves) with 2 tablespoons of water. Spoon over pizza covering all of the fruit.  Chill before cutting into pizza slices and serving.

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One Bangin' Day

Bangs are Back!

Bang is officially the word of the day.  I've made the over night decision to get my bangs back. And I found the perfect place to get them at: Bang Bang Beauty and Boutique, in Griffith, IN. Yes, I drove to Griffith, IN for a hair cut.  (Chill out, it was only a 40 minute ride... same amount of time it woulda taken me to go to some 'hoity-toity' hair salon in Chicago.)  Ok so I didn't drive out there just because Bang is in the name... a dear friend, Mike, (a.k.a. Drummer Mike) is good friends with the owner and booked me an appointment.  Who's the owner?  None other than fellow 'Bravolebrity', Shear Genius season 1 runner-up Ben Mollin!  


Together with his wife Anne, who does color at the salon, they own Bang Bang.  It's not just a hair salon, it's got a super cute boutique in the front with all kinds of brands like V Fish and Free People.

Ben, accompanied by some wicked tattoos and piercings, is totally cool and did some great 'hair landscaping'.  After he cleaned up all my dead ends, we chatted about our Bravo TV experiences as Ben spent like 45 minutes blow drying my super long locks... (Sorry 'bout that Ben!)  Last, but definitely not least, Ben chopped in my rocker bangs.  They're shaped nicely around my face, not just a blunt line across my forehead.  A few hairspray tricks later, I was one happy customer!  Thanks Ben!!


Husband Helpers

Foundations, Foundations, Foundations

Ladies!  It's no surprise to us what wonders 'foundations' can do.  Think of all the VPL (visible panty line) victims that would remain at large had it not been for Spanx!  My grandmother taught me at an early age that it was all about foundations.  The right bra, matching panties, slips, camisoles...  I would soak up all this info as I watched my Mother or Grandmother get ready for different events.  Unfortunately, men don't ever seem to get a lesson in this?  They simply wear whatever their mothers have bought them, and continue to live in the dark.  

For example, a certain husband I know, was a life long boxer wearing kind of husband.  This is absolutely fine under jeans and loose fitting shorts, etc.  But he started to notice the flaws of wearing boxers when his wife pointed out that they bunch under his dress pants.  And really, how comfortable could boxers be when you're working out?  So, she went to the mall, bought him some boxer briefs, and after one single wear of the boxer briefs, voila!  Said husband was now aware of things such as fit, bulking, support...  Change can be scary for husbands, so do this with caution, especially since underwear is a sensitive subject for men.  They're probably content with the patterned cotton shorts they've been wearing since junior high, but it is our jobs to show them that they have other options.  Plus boxer briefs are a nicer view for you while he's brushing his teeth! 

Honey Bunches of Posts

Morning Thoughts

It was an exhausting weekend - a rock concert at the House of Blues, (featuring my Hubby, of course), two graduation parties, and an arabic wedding.  Obviously, HOB was the highlight of my weekend.  

Saturday was show day.  Show day is a day that is all about Ramzi... every second.  We spend an hour picking out and trying on outfits, there's a couple hours of noise (aka running through the set, packing up equipment), and finally, the hair.  I usually spend 10-15 minutes flat ironing Ramzi's hair.  Then he's off to the House of Blue for soundcheck and I'm left to the messy, silent house.  I made an appearance at the first family graduation party (Congrats again Monica!), and then I finally made it to the show with everyone.  Of course, while everyone was mingling and cocktail sipping, I was in back stage in the Insecurities dressing room dealing with the head of previously straightened hair.  It had fallen during sound check and needed a touch up.  But between who was wearing what and belting out last minute harmonies, chaos and nerves were all in the air.  Nothing I did to Ramzi's hair would make him happy. Straightened, waxed, more wax... We finally settled on gelling it, because quite frankly, I couldn't take anymore!  And you thought you were fussy about getting ready!  

The show went great, the boys really look awesome on a big stage!  After the show it's the after party - and this is where I got freaked out, at HOB's Foundation Room.  All was well except for repeated random encounters with another band guy's girlfriend, drunk and obnoxious.

This girl, who shall remain unnamed, grabbed my boob.  When I gave her a dirty look and said, "Wow, that's rude and uncomfortable," she leaned in, made a drunk grunt, and then blew in my ear!  I cast another dirty look and got up off my bar stool and walked away.  Think she'd get the hint?  No way, this one is flat out dumb.  I was mid-conversation in front of the fireplace when she came up, again whispering something distorted and groaning, and the I felt her grab one side of my ass, hard.  I loudly said "WTF?!" to which she whispered, "You liked it," grabbed the other side of my ass and staggered off.     

Maybe it was my fault.  I wore a super tight and short dress (a.k.a. the sausage dress) and my hair was all over the place.  But please... if every man in the venue could restrain himself from reaching out and grabbing a handful of my ass, certainly a classy lady could as well?  My mistake though... this girl was far from classy.  You see, she's the kind of girl that gets obnoxiously drunk, makes out with people, makes it very sexual and totally awkward.  And I've heard time and time again people defend her saying, "That's just her.  She's just drunk."

Yeah, well I don't give a shit.  Enough is enough.  Since when is "drunk" an excuse?  I'm actually pretty offended that I was treated that way.  I mean if she was a dude, fists would have been thrown.  But since she's a not, nothing was done?  I'm not saying I wanted to brawl, no, no.  I'm simply contemplating my actions for the next encounter, because it will happen again.  

I don't get mad anymore.  I get even.

Quotables

"Wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you.  Paris is a moveable feast."
-Ernest Hemingway


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