Good Morning Everyone!
Hope your Sunday is off to a good start! It's a slow, rainy morning in the Ozarks which is FINE by me because I'm one of those chicks that LOVES the rain! As a child I would be SO stoked when it rained! I would put on my raincoat with matching hat and galoshes and go outside and jump in puddles until my legs couldn't jump anymore! My Mom realized early on that it was futile to fight me on this! This morning I'm enjoying some delicious java, checking email and listening to the rain. It's a good Sunday morning!
I've always loved this song and, in my opinion, it's the perfect way to start off "your" Sunday! Sing it Lionel Richie! :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R83A4CU1pus
Sundays were always eventful growing up. Sometimes, Sunday was my favorite day of the week. Sometimes....not so much.
If we were in Iowa, Sunday meant breakfast at SAMBO's! I would order pancakes with extra "weiner sausages" which is what I called sausage links. I would proudly wear my SAMBOS's t-shirt and I remember always being kinda sad when we left. http://sambosphotos.com/ We'd get home and I'd either endlessly ride my Big Wheel up and down the driveway (until my Dad came outside to tell me it was hurting his head) or retreat to the basement where I had a playroom the size of a small village. Mostly, I liked to organize my toys by genre. What can I say? Not the usual kid. On a scale of 1-10 I'd rate Iowa Sundays a "5."
If were were in Suriname, South America it meant my parents slept in late and then drug me to the club where I had to endure riding around on the back of a golf cart totally embarrassed by their matching golf outfits. My Dad's outfit was this neon blue and white shirt with white stripes and matching pants that, frankly, were too much for even the wild and wardrobe challenged Al Czervik in "Caddyshack." My Mom sported the same shirt as my Dad's (designed for a woman) but it was red and white and she pranced around in a skort that emphasized her white chicken legs that she chose to accent with white socks with red pom-poms on the ankles. Oh, I almost forgot - - - they had matching white golf hats - his had a neon plue pom-pom on the top and hers had a red pomp-pom on top. Did I mention the pom-poms on these hats were the size of coconuts? As I said, it was totally embarrassing. Sundays in Suriname were definitely not my fave. On a scale of 1-10 I'd rate Suriname Sundays a big 'ole fat "0."
http://www.worldgolf.com/golf-humor/caddyshack-quotes-golf-chase-murray-dangerfield-3331.htm
If we were in Brasil, South America it meant we would go to the downtown art fair where I always got something small and fabulous and then we walked down the block to CAFE AMERICANA and ate sinfully delicious cheeseburgers. After that, it was back to the house and off to the club where I got to swim! Swimming was one of my faves. I was actually a really good swimmer. Good enough that I was on the swim team when I attended camp in the summers at CAMP SEQUOYA in Virginia. Unfortunately, I had to sport a totally unflattering black Speedo and white swim cap but, hey, I kicked #@* in the butterfly! :) OR, we'd ride the cable cars to visit the Jesus statue. That was always cool since, as I child, I was fearless of heights and it was funny to me that my Mom became a shade of pistachio. Unfortunately, I'm no longer fearless of heights. Basically, I'm a "heights wimp."
On a scale of 1-10 I'd rate Brasil Sundays a fabulous "10."
https://www.google.com/search?q=pocos+de+caldas+brazil&hl=en&prmd=imvns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=MLFcT_v9FYXc2AXW15HzDg&ved=0CIQBELAE&biw=1515&bih=718
If were were in Mobile, Alabama it meant I'd spend the day in the backyard in the pool. If it was raining then I'd play my records (Duran Duran, Huey Lewis & The News and Journey were my faves) over and over and over until my Dad came knocking on my door and said, "the neighborhood called and asked that you turn your record player off." Yeah, he was always a warm and fuzzy kinda guy. On a scale of 1-10 I'd rate Alabama Sundays a "4."
Well, you get the picture of some of my SUNDAYS! This morning, I was checking email and had an "Okralogic . A Girl Cook" fan request the recipe for the chocolate cake that's shown on my Blog (there's a picture of it at the bottom of my Blog). Of course I sent her the recipe and decided to make one on this rainy Sunday in the Ozarks.
So what's your Sunday going to involve? Brunch pancakes? Golf? Swimming? Baking? Napping? Cooking? Movie Watching? ....all of the above?!?
For me, a decadent chocolate cake will be part of my Sunday. So far, on a scale of 1-10 I'm going to rate this Sunday a "6." Why not make a decadent chocolate cake a part of your Sunday too?!?
Below is the recipe! Enjoy!
"Always Push The Parsley!"
A Girl Cook
Hope your Sunday is off to a good start! It's a slow, rainy morning in the Ozarks which is FINE by me because I'm one of those chicks that LOVES the rain! As a child I would be SO stoked when it rained! I would put on my raincoat with matching hat and galoshes and go outside and jump in puddles until my legs couldn't jump anymore! My Mom realized early on that it was futile to fight me on this! This morning I'm enjoying some delicious java, checking email and listening to the rain. It's a good Sunday morning!
I've always loved this song and, in my opinion, it's the perfect way to start off "your" Sunday! Sing it Lionel Richie! :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R83A4CU1pus
Sundays were always eventful growing up. Sometimes, Sunday was my favorite day of the week. Sometimes....not so much.
If we were in Iowa, Sunday meant breakfast at SAMBO's! I would order pancakes with extra "weiner sausages" which is what I called sausage links. I would proudly wear my SAMBOS's t-shirt and I remember always being kinda sad when we left. http://sambosphotos.com/ We'd get home and I'd either endlessly ride my Big Wheel up and down the driveway (until my Dad came outside to tell me it was hurting his head) or retreat to the basement where I had a playroom the size of a small village. Mostly, I liked to organize my toys by genre. What can I say? Not the usual kid. On a scale of 1-10 I'd rate Iowa Sundays a "5."
If were were in Suriname, South America it meant my parents slept in late and then drug me to the club where I had to endure riding around on the back of a golf cart totally embarrassed by their matching golf outfits. My Dad's outfit was this neon blue and white shirt with white stripes and matching pants that, frankly, were too much for even the wild and wardrobe challenged Al Czervik in "Caddyshack." My Mom sported the same shirt as my Dad's (designed for a woman) but it was red and white and she pranced around in a skort that emphasized her white chicken legs that she chose to accent with white socks with red pom-poms on the ankles. Oh, I almost forgot - - - they had matching white golf hats - his had a neon plue pom-pom on the top and hers had a red pomp-pom on top. Did I mention the pom-poms on these hats were the size of coconuts? As I said, it was totally embarrassing. Sundays in Suriname were definitely not my fave. On a scale of 1-10 I'd rate Suriname Sundays a big 'ole fat "0."
http://www.worldgolf.com/golf-humor/caddyshack-quotes-golf-chase-murray-dangerfield-3331.htm
If we were in Brasil, South America it meant we would go to the downtown art fair where I always got something small and fabulous and then we walked down the block to CAFE AMERICANA and ate sinfully delicious cheeseburgers. After that, it was back to the house and off to the club where I got to swim! Swimming was one of my faves. I was actually a really good swimmer. Good enough that I was on the swim team when I attended camp in the summers at CAMP SEQUOYA in Virginia. Unfortunately, I had to sport a totally unflattering black Speedo and white swim cap but, hey, I kicked #@* in the butterfly! :) OR, we'd ride the cable cars to visit the Jesus statue. That was always cool since, as I child, I was fearless of heights and it was funny to me that my Mom became a shade of pistachio. Unfortunately, I'm no longer fearless of heights. Basically, I'm a "heights wimp."
On a scale of 1-10 I'd rate Brasil Sundays a fabulous "10."
https://www.google.com/search?q=pocos+de+caldas+brazil&hl=en&prmd=imvns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=MLFcT_v9FYXc2AXW15HzDg&ved=0CIQBELAE&biw=1515&bih=718
If were were in Mobile, Alabama it meant I'd spend the day in the backyard in the pool. If it was raining then I'd play my records (Duran Duran, Huey Lewis & The News and Journey were my faves) over and over and over until my Dad came knocking on my door and said, "the neighborhood called and asked that you turn your record player off." Yeah, he was always a warm and fuzzy kinda guy. On a scale of 1-10 I'd rate Alabama Sundays a "4."
Well, you get the picture of some of my SUNDAYS! This morning, I was checking email and had an "Okralogic . A Girl Cook" fan request the recipe for the chocolate cake that's shown on my Blog (there's a picture of it at the bottom of my Blog). Of course I sent her the recipe and decided to make one on this rainy Sunday in the Ozarks.
So what's your Sunday going to involve? Brunch pancakes? Golf? Swimming? Baking? Napping? Cooking? Movie Watching? ....all of the above?!?
For me, a decadent chocolate cake will be part of my Sunday. So far, on a scale of 1-10 I'm going to rate this Sunday a "6." Why not make a decadent chocolate cake a part of your Sunday too?!?
Below is the recipe! Enjoy!
"Always Push The Parsley!"
A Girl Cook
CHOCOLATE MADNESS CAKE cAkE iNgReDiEnTs 1 pound bittersweet chocolate, chopped 1 pound butter 2 tablespoons Grand Marnier 11 eggs yolks 1 3/4 cups sugar 11 egg whites, beaten until stiff 2 cups dark chocolate chips (set aside)gAnAcHe InGrEdIeNtS 8 ounces dark chocolate chips 1/2 cup heavy creamgAnAcHe DiReCtIoNs Cook the chocolate chips and heavy cream in the top of a double boiler over simmering water until smooth and warm, stirring occasionally.cAkE dIrEcTiOnS Preheat the oven to 300 degrees F. Butter and flour a 12-inchspringform pan. In a double boiler, over medium heat, melt the chocolate and butter together. Stir in theGrand Marnier. Remove from the heat and cool to room temperature. In an electric mixer, on medium speed,beat the egg yolks until pale yellow and ribbon like, about 6 to 8 minutes. During the last 2 minutes, add the sugar in a steady stream. With the machine running slowly add the chocolate mixture and blend until all of the chocolate is incorporated. Fold in the stiff each whites. Pour the batter into the prepared pan. Place the pan on the rack, in the center of the oven. Bake the cake for about 1 1/2 to 2 hours or until the center of the cake comes out clean with a toothpick. Remove the cake from the oven and place on a wire rack. Cool the cake for 15 minutes. Remove the sides of the pan and cool completely. Invert the cake onto a serving plate. Spread the chocolate ganache evenly over the cake. Sprinkle the dark chocolate chips over the cake and ....ENJOY!
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