Happy 26th Anniversary, Mom and Dad!

Mom and Dad on their honeymoon in Bermuda. Dad giving us some white shorts, 80’s realness.

This past Friday was my parents’ 26th wedding, and I had the pleasure of spending it with them, driving them around, like I do for Valentine’s Day (though this occasion was decidedly less depressing than going out with my parents for the holiday because the waitress didn’t ask if “a forth will be joining us”).

My parents’ meet-cute and subsequent courting period was straight out of a Meg Ryan/Tom Hanks movie, or at least as far as I can tell from the bullet points edition I heard:

  • They went to high school in Massachusetts together, but never met.
  • After living all over the country, 10 years later they ended up in NH both working at the same company. My mother was an editor and my dad was a…. computer…. a computer something, he did stuff with computers.
  • Their first meeting was at an all-lady lingerie party that my dad and his friend crashed (low stakes naughtiness)!
  • They started emailing back and forth for a month or so before they went on a date, and my mother still has the emails.
  • After they started dating, my father stopped by my mom’s cubicle and saw that she had the SAME BLACK AND WHITE “3 STOOGES” PICTURE THAT HE HAD IN HIS OFFICE.

It was love, my friends.

Mom giving us some big hat, 80’s realness. Look at that waist!

Though this is just an excuse to display my baking prowess, I made a S’more cake for my parents (with these recipes here and here, if you care).

So, here’s to the next 26 years, parentals. Thank you for heeding the warning that if either of you cheat, the offending party will not be invited to my future wedding. And to stay together for the kids even if the kids are 35. I know you’d be together anyway, but the threat still stands.

St. Paddy’s Day

This year I went out with my family for St. Patrick’s Day (I say that like I don’t always go out with my parent’s for St. Patrick’s Day), and we did some early day drinking. There are good things and bad things about partying with your parents- Good: they pay. Bad: they still make you get up early and be ‘on time’ to go to a bar. My parents were very upset with me that my application of my Sally Hansen nail strips resulted in us getting to the bar at 10:30 and not 10, which was our target arrival time. But I made cake, and I don’t know what else these people want from me.

{Green Wedding Cake…5 years ago on St. Paddy’s Day my mom found out she was breast cancer free, hence the ‘5’}

Are you sick of all the pictures you’ve been seeing this weekend of your friends holding a beer? Yup, this is what beer looks like.

{Blue Moon}

{Old Men Singing}

{Sally Hansen Nails}

{Bailey’s and Kahlua Coffee}

{Mamaaaa}

{Shipyard Applehead}

{Tatah Tots}

{Corned Beef Quesadilla}

{Sweet Potato Fries and Homemade Ketchup}

Pink Ombre Cake

I’ve got a lot of time on my hands.

HOW MUCH TIME, DARA?!

This much!

I made this pink, ombre, Lisa Vanderpump homage for my mom’s birthday on February 5th. This thing took 5 hours for me to make from start to finish, but it’s worth it if you have little going on in your life and need something to feel good about.

I used this recipe (doubled. Great recipe, by the way). There’s nothing I can tell you about how to make the colors like they are, other than you need time and patience with food coloring, but you can try this for the assembly.

I’d post more, but I’m in the midst of part 2 of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills reunion, and I’m really wrapped up in this new Brandi/Lisa alliance… There is not time to blog!

Here’s some more pictures, though. Sorry to anyone who follows me on Instagram- I was blowing up your feed yesterday. (Follow me on Instagram @daralaine)

    

Graduation

In a little over a month, I will be graduating college, and I am definitely stressing over this. Not because I’m having some quarterlife crisis or I don’t know if I’ll have a job when I graduate (I totally know that I will not have a job). I’m stressed because I know that graduating means my family will be going out to a dinner of my choosing. It also means I get a cake. My mom has been asking me where I want to go and where I want to get my cake/what kind. This is a major source of anxiety in my life.

I was thinking the lemon-rasberry cake from Flour Bakery in Boston (lemon pound cake brushed with lemon syrup, filled with lemon curd, crushed raspberries, and buttercream), but this is so non-traditional! It’s such a risky choice. Maybe they’ll let me try it first like I’m picking a wedding cake (sidenote: I’m sure that the most exciting part about getting married is getting to try cakes and foods you’re considering for the reception).

Flour Bakery

I’m at a loss as to what to pick for a post graduation dinner. Do I pick a place I’ve never been to before? What if I don’t like it? Then it’s a complete waste of a free and expensive dinner, and it’s all my fault.

Does anybody have any suggestions for cakes or restaurants in Boston? Does anyone else get this worked up over food?