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So, the entire journey started last week when I was scrolling through Facebook. It actually probably goes back much further than that, but for time's sake, we can begin there. I don't spend much time trolling social media, even though it is probably a prerequisite for my job. I typically do what I need to do and then I am off to do mommy and wife sorts of things. Anyhow, last week I was bored and was checking out my Facebook feed. This is where things typically go downhill. Usually when I spend too much time on social media I find some craft to attempt that never turns out exactly right, or a recipe to recreate that ends up inedible. This time, I found a house.
Looking for a super yummy, home baked treat that the entire family will love? This Butter Cake recipe has been in my family for as long as I can remember, and it is one my kiddos will all know how to make before they move out. It is perfect for taking to parties, tastes great the next day, and is far from low calorie...so it is the best comfort food you can ask for! The cake takes about 20 minutes to whip together, another 4 minutes for the topping, and 60 minutes to bake at 350 degrees. I prefer to bake it in a prepared Bundt pan, but I am sure you could try others.
What You Need:
3 c. flour
2 c. white sugar
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1 c. buttermilk
1 c. butter
2 tsp. vanilla extract
3/4 c. white sugar
1/3 c. butter
3 Tbsp. water
2 tsp. vanilla extract
Preheat oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C). Grease and flour a 10 inch Bundt pan. In a large bowl, mix the flour, 2 cups sugar, salt, baking powder and baking soda. Blend in buttermilk, 1 cup of butter, 2 teaspoons of vanilla and 4 eggs. Beat for 3 minutes at medium speed. Pour batter into prepared pan. Bake in preheated oven for 60 minutes, or until a wooden toothpick inserted into center of cake comes out clean. Prick holes in the still warm cake. For this part, I use a chopstick. Poke about 30 holes. Slowly spoon the sauce over cake trying to focus on the holes you made. Let cake cool before removing from pan.
To Make Butter Sauce: In a saucepan combine the remaining 3/4 cups sugar, 1/3 cup butter, 2 teaspoons vanilla, and the water. Cook over medium heat, until fully melted and combined, but do not boil.
Since we are a blended family, we started completely over with traditions. We wanted to start anew and fresh. We also didn't want to break the bank, especially during the holiday season. Need some tips on how to make your own family traditions? Keep reading!
Daily, I struggle with balancing my duties as a mother and everything else in my life. It is a horrible feeling, the desire to fulfill yourself as a person but knowing that it is at the detriment of your children. Years ago, I made the decision to give up a career to stay at home with my kiddos. There is no more difficult, yet more rewarding job than being a stay at home parent. Even though I am content with my position as my kid's mommy, I felt like I needed more. I had a drive to use some of the brain cells that were dying off daily from the lack of adult conversation. I wanted to contribute to our family in more ways than I was.
There are many days I feel like I am being pulled in fifty different directions. I feel like I am completely falling apart in multiple facets of my life. I work harder at one thing, yet three others slip. I feel like I am doing a shitty job. I lay in bed at night feeling like a failure. I know that I am not alone in this feeling, because there are billions of other mommies in the world. It is our nature to feel like we are not good enough, even when we are perfectly adequate.
Middle child has therapy at our home twice a week. Now that it is summer, this is draining. It usually happens in early evening. This means an entire day of entertaining kids, cleaning house, mediating fights, spending time with the husband, dealing with an angst filled teen, and attempting to rationalize with middle and youngest.
The husband travels, sometimes more than others. In the summer, we try to go with him but it isn't always possible. Today is one of those times.
I woke up at four this morning to watch him leave for the airport. It wasn't on the best of terms. We weren't really fighting, things were just off between us. I suppose it is because life has been so incredibly hectic lately. It has been difficult to find our time. I tend to be selfish in that respect, I see our time as a priority. When we go too long without it, I take personal offense. I'm not talking sex or anything like that. Just he and I being us. It has been really hard to find time to be us lately. Time where we don't discuss schedules, kids, work or the house. When we goof off and have fun.
It is road trip season again. This means, if you have more than one child and you are driving more than ten feet down the road, you will hear fighting in the car. Siblings tend to find anything to pick on each other about. The husband and I can vouch for this first hand. We have also found an amazing way to combat it.
I hate television. I was raised in a household where we had a TV, but we didn't have cable. We had the old bunny ears that didn't work most of the time. Usually, my brothers and I would get so frustrated trying to get them to work that we would just give up completely. I'm not very old, my family just didn't have the luxuries that other families did. I look back now and realize how fortunate I was that they didn't.
Around two years ago, I approached the husband with the proposal of getting rid of television. Middle child had an issue with TV. By an issue, I mean no one else in the world existed when the box was projecting images in front of her. He looked at me like my hair was on fire. When he realized I was serious, he went into survival mode. He couldn't bear the thought of not having football or nightly shows after the kids went to bed. Then, he attempted to play the trump card, how could we let youngest child grow up not knowing what cartoons are? I'm sure I rolled my eyes at him, it is instinct when he makes asinine arguments. I pointed out to him that I grew up just fine and we could get bunny ears and he could still watch football. In addition, we would save a substantial amount of money each month. He pouted for a few days, but after fighting with middle child about shutting the television for dinnertime for the millionth time, he caved.