Hips, we have a problem.

I discovered the wonderful world of baked goods in a mug last night.  Namely I discovered that you can make a CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE in a MUG.  Uhm, anyone else just have an OMG moment?

To be truthful, I didn't discover this last night but the first time I tried it the cookie didn't come out very good. So I tried a new recipe last night and it was so good.  This delicious cookie-in-a-mug came from Art of Dessert which I found while on a googling spree. (Occassionally I like to go on random googling sprees.  What? Everyone doesn't do that??) This is so not healthy and I soooo don't care. It was DELICIOUS.  See below.

Flowers & Fowl

Yesterday, I went to the Topsfield Fair in Topsfield, Massachusetts.  It is a really fun country fair.  There are all sorts of animals to pet, a multitude of food stands, lots of pretty flowers to look at, a giant pumpkin, and a carnival area.  I only took a couple pictures of the flowers because they were so pretty. (The first one is my new background at work. I'm so obsessed I might frame it!) I also took pictures of some of the birds because for some reason I'm obsessed.  Every year I insist on going into that section and looking at all the different animals.  Also, you can feed them.  And I did. And it was awesome. Yes, I'm 27 not 5. I can't help it. :)

I'm Making Myself Hungry Writing This Post...

Since moving out of my house I've discovered something kind of funny, I'm a pretty decent cook.  You may ask, now why is this funny? Being a good cook isn't really a generally funny thing.

I am Italian.  I am approximately 66% Italian (the rest is mostly Irish.  Which explains my impressive alcohol tolerance, and maybe extreme love of potatoes? No, potatoes are just delicious.)  I grew up in a household where my mom cooked every single night and she cooked damn good.  I actually used to tell her that if she kept it up, I would never move out.  She kept cooking like that.  I moved out eventually anyway.

So when I moved out, I knew I would have to cook for myself and I always figured it would just be one of those things that I did because I had to, not because I enjoyed it. (Like laundry. I really truly hate doing my laundry.)  Turns out, I like cooking and I'm pretty good at it.

So now... my mom gets text messages like these.