Everything is bigger in Texas: the food, the race tracks, the storms, the news… the disappointment.
Things were looking good when we rolled into Circuit of the Americas in Austin, Texas. The boys put the car back together in impressive fashion and we were quick right off the truck.
It was fricking HOT in Texas though! Who on earth decided we should race in Texas when it’s 95 degrees pretty much all day long? Probably people that work in air conditioning all day and have minions to follow them around with umbrellas and wet towels. Continue reading
I’m not a big fan of copy cat recipes, because, let’s be honest, the secret ingredient in commercial baked goods is preservatives, which neither Publix nor Kroger sell. Still I get sucked in by the beautiful blog photos and the idea that I could make my very own Hostess, Little Debbie or Starbucks treat. Mostly because it feels like it would only be half as bad for me if I made it myself. Hey, if there aren’t any preservatives, that could be half true. Redhead math just kicked in and told me that half as bad minus half true equals a pretend Hostess Chocolate Cupcake.
I was not allowed Hostess or Little Debbie type products as a kid. Being bared from such cream-filled and frosted wonders likely explains my peculiar personality and behavior. No, wait, the red hair and the ovaries explain that. Continue reading
So I fell off the map again for two weeks – what you want to do about it? It’s a blog, not a job. I went on vacation. Sort of.
I was playing with Porsches.
I was gazing at beaches.
I was eating peanut butter and jelly cupcakes.