didn't make the menu, but i'll make it none-the-less 
also didn't make the menu, but delicious!
the triple playMonday, June 22, 2009
off the menu and the triple play
didn't make the menu, but i'll make it none-the-less also didn't make the menu, but delicious! the triple play
Friday, June 19, 2009
from creepy carnie to mother teresa...
My college roommate is coming into town next week. I will call her this for this story because over my lifetime she’s been and will continue to be many things to me, but for the purpose of this story, this is where we were in life--college. And we spent hours in between classes, activities, socializing, sororities, etc. talking about being grown-ups. We pranced around in lives our parents provided us and fantasized about being strong, independent, fabulous women who did glamorous things every day of our lives. I say all of this as I write to you from my office, while snacking on animal crackers, because I have chosen to forgo my lunch break in favor of writing about the other woman I thought I would grow up to be. That fabulous woman probably wouldn’t have spent last night studying for a test while a 9 year-old sat beside her and made a menu of concession stand items she would provide and at what price if someday, some day, she could just be lucky enough to have her own. That’s how it starts, right? One day you’re dreaming of owning a concession stand with funnel cakes you can charge 4 tickets for and the next you realize you don’t want to be some creepy carnie; you would rather rule the world or perhaps become Mother Teresa.
Sure, everyone tells you that you can be anything you want to be, “the sky’s the limit!” Try telling that to the guy sitting on the street corner in Miami with a ballpoint pen stuck through his earlobe (true character, I have actually seen this man and I have eye-witnesses to back that up) and he will probably yell more explicitives your way. The great thing about the Bic Man is that he doesn’t blame anyone else. He doesn’t speak to you or ask for money. He just wants everyone within yelling distance to know that he is, in fact, a self-proclaimed “piece of s***.” I don’t know what he wanted to be when he grew up, but I can tell you what he is—memorable. Bic Man made an impression on me. It’s been nine years and he still crosses my mind every time I pick up a plain white Bic ballpoint. The great thing about being a dreamer like me is that you not only have dreams regarding your own life; you often have dreams for others as well. I hope that Bic Man realized one day that he wasn’t a piece of s***, cleaned himself up a little and went to work at Miami Ink (I said I had dreams people, I reserve the unrealistic ones for myself).
These unrealistic dreams consisted of me becoming a top cardiac surgeon. You know, only after years of traveling to exotic lands alone and really “finding myself.” There might be someone in the history of time that has done that. Maybe. But I feel pretty confident saying that said person had no true friends and no children. Here’s the thing, as much as I talked about being this single, independent woman and never having children, I’ve realized the past few years that I can be independent and still allow someone else into my life. And while I’m not ready for kids anytime soon, I do want them eventually (my mother does a little dance in her chair upon reading this). That traveling the world dream--it’s restricted by the amount of vacation time I am allowed by the company I work for and I haven’t been doing it alone, but I have been going places and I have certainly “found myself”. Becoming a cardiac surgeon--one day I woke up—not physically, because I had pulled an all-nighter studying for my Organic final—and realized that 13 more years of school and putting my life on hold to dedicate myself to it, wasn’t a dream worth pursuing. Not for me anyway.
So unrealistic dreams aside, 4 years ago, I graduated college and walked into my reality. My life is decidedly hectic and overwhelming. I always have something to do, I work a lot, I have a hobby in scuba diving that I can’t believe I never thought of before 2005, I bake things and people actually pay me for it, I’ve seen amazing places, done amazing things, met amazing people and I have fabulous friends and family that I’m convinced I will never be able to spend enough time with. So you know what I’ve realized? The best dreams I’ve ever had turned out to be the reality. Don’t worry, I still have crazy unrealistic dreams. If you ever find me on ESPN teaching my favorite athletes to cook, you’ll know one of them has come true.
In the meantime, I’m content knowing that my college roommate and I have become those strong, independent, fabulous women we hoped we would be. Maybe it wasn’t the journey we thought we would take, and maybe what we do everyday wouldn’t be considered glamorous, but it matters. I can’t think of anything I would rather wish for people, especially Bic Man, than to hope that you realize what you do and who you are matters.
Sure, everyone tells you that you can be anything you want to be, “the sky’s the limit!” Try telling that to the guy sitting on the street corner in Miami with a ballpoint pen stuck through his earlobe (true character, I have actually seen this man and I have eye-witnesses to back that up) and he will probably yell more explicitives your way. The great thing about the Bic Man is that he doesn’t blame anyone else. He doesn’t speak to you or ask for money. He just wants everyone within yelling distance to know that he is, in fact, a self-proclaimed “piece of s***.” I don’t know what he wanted to be when he grew up, but I can tell you what he is—memorable. Bic Man made an impression on me. It’s been nine years and he still crosses my mind every time I pick up a plain white Bic ballpoint. The great thing about being a dreamer like me is that you not only have dreams regarding your own life; you often have dreams for others as well. I hope that Bic Man realized one day that he wasn’t a piece of s***, cleaned himself up a little and went to work at Miami Ink (I said I had dreams people, I reserve the unrealistic ones for myself).
These unrealistic dreams consisted of me becoming a top cardiac surgeon. You know, only after years of traveling to exotic lands alone and really “finding myself.” There might be someone in the history of time that has done that. Maybe. But I feel pretty confident saying that said person had no true friends and no children. Here’s the thing, as much as I talked about being this single, independent woman and never having children, I’ve realized the past few years that I can be independent and still allow someone else into my life. And while I’m not ready for kids anytime soon, I do want them eventually (my mother does a little dance in her chair upon reading this). That traveling the world dream--it’s restricted by the amount of vacation time I am allowed by the company I work for and I haven’t been doing it alone, but I have been going places and I have certainly “found myself”. Becoming a cardiac surgeon--one day I woke up—not physically, because I had pulled an all-nighter studying for my Organic final—and realized that 13 more years of school and putting my life on hold to dedicate myself to it, wasn’t a dream worth pursuing. Not for me anyway.
So unrealistic dreams aside, 4 years ago, I graduated college and walked into my reality. My life is decidedly hectic and overwhelming. I always have something to do, I work a lot, I have a hobby in scuba diving that I can’t believe I never thought of before 2005, I bake things and people actually pay me for it, I’ve seen amazing places, done amazing things, met amazing people and I have fabulous friends and family that I’m convinced I will never be able to spend enough time with. So you know what I’ve realized? The best dreams I’ve ever had turned out to be the reality. Don’t worry, I still have crazy unrealistic dreams. If you ever find me on ESPN teaching my favorite athletes to cook, you’ll know one of them has come true.
In the meantime, I’m content knowing that my college roommate and I have become those strong, independent, fabulous women we hoped we would be. Maybe it wasn’t the journey we thought we would take, and maybe what we do everyday wouldn’t be considered glamorous, but it matters. I can’t think of anything I would rather wish for people, especially Bic Man, than to hope that you realize what you do and who you are matters.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
i believe...
I believe…
That a sunburned nose in the middle of winter is good for your soul.
That love should never be more complicated than your closest friendship.
That you only fall in love once in your lifetime, but you have soul mates that change as you do throughout life.
That everyone should read "To Kill A Mockingbird" as an adult.
That before you react to anything, you should take a step back and put it in perspective.
That you should be passionate about your life and the things you do.
That standing still is not enough, if you aren't taking strides forward anything can knock you down.
That you should NEVER have to give an excuse for ending a relationship; life's too short to stay with someone just because you can't give them a good enough reason for walking away.
That trusting people and being open doesn't mean you have to be naïve.
That you can have opinions about people and still not judge them.
That jealousy is a waste of time in any situation, especially when it comes to a significant other.
That if you can't remember the last time you laughed so hard that you couldn't breathe you're taking things too seriously.
That if you don't take the time to try new things or experience new people, you never really know who you are.
That when something bad happens you'll eventually wake up one day and it won't be as big of a deal as it was the day before, so cut the big deal days to a minimum and just get over it today.
That some bridges are meant to be burned and sometimes you have to be the one to light the match.
That sometimes it takes getting played to realize you need to step up your game.
That when you try to be someone you're not, everyone can tell so just be yourself.
That truly forgiving someone involves being grateful to them.
That excuses aren't necessary in a majority of the instances they are used.
That my closest friends are the ones I can go months without talking to and we can just pick up right where we left off without any explanations.
That it's okay that my idea of a perfect Sunday afternoon involves shorts, a blanket, football, and maybe a guy.
That it's impossible to use too much lotion, chapstick, or understanding.
That watching someone play poker for money will show you just about all you need to know about them.
That it's okay if the best thing you got out of your last relationship was your favorite pair of sweats.
That there is a difference between the moments you will always remember and the ones you can never forget.
That everyone should be able to vividly recall the exact moment they realized that life is bigger than they are.
That life is sweet. : )
That a sunburned nose in the middle of winter is good for your soul.
That love should never be more complicated than your closest friendship.
That you only fall in love once in your lifetime, but you have soul mates that change as you do throughout life.
That everyone should read "To Kill A Mockingbird" as an adult.
That before you react to anything, you should take a step back and put it in perspective.
That you should be passionate about your life and the things you do.
That standing still is not enough, if you aren't taking strides forward anything can knock you down.
That you should NEVER have to give an excuse for ending a relationship; life's too short to stay with someone just because you can't give them a good enough reason for walking away.
That trusting people and being open doesn't mean you have to be naïve.
That you can have opinions about people and still not judge them.
That jealousy is a waste of time in any situation, especially when it comes to a significant other.
That if you can't remember the last time you laughed so hard that you couldn't breathe you're taking things too seriously.
That if you don't take the time to try new things or experience new people, you never really know who you are.
That when something bad happens you'll eventually wake up one day and it won't be as big of a deal as it was the day before, so cut the big deal days to a minimum and just get over it today.
That some bridges are meant to be burned and sometimes you have to be the one to light the match.
That sometimes it takes getting played to realize you need to step up your game.
That when you try to be someone you're not, everyone can tell so just be yourself.
That truly forgiving someone involves being grateful to them.
That excuses aren't necessary in a majority of the instances they are used.
That my closest friends are the ones I can go months without talking to and we can just pick up right where we left off without any explanations.
That it's okay that my idea of a perfect Sunday afternoon involves shorts, a blanket, football, and maybe a guy.
That it's impossible to use too much lotion, chapstick, or understanding.
That watching someone play poker for money will show you just about all you need to know about them.
That it's okay if the best thing you got out of your last relationship was your favorite pair of sweats.
That there is a difference between the moments you will always remember and the ones you can never forget.
That everyone should be able to vividly recall the exact moment they realized that life is bigger than they are.
That life is sweet. : )
the menu
dulce desserts
dulcedessertstulsa@yahoo.com
cookies $10/dozen
the usual
-ghirardelli chocolate chip
the triple play
-3 kinds of ghirardelli chocolate chips w/toffee
the in-betweener
-gooey chocolate drops--not quite a cookie, not quite a cake
cupcakes $22/dozen or $40/2 dozen*
the boomer
-red velvet cake topped with cream cheese icing
the nutty monkey
-banana cake topped with cream cheese icing and walnuts
the referee
-chocolate cake topped with madagascar bourbon vanilla icing
the patty
-chocolate peppermint cake topped with whipped mint icing
the bunny
-carrot cake topped with cream cheese icing and sprinkled with cinnamon
the switzer
-fresh strawberry cake topped with strawberry icing
the whiteout
dulcedessertstulsa@yahoo.com
cookies $10/dozen
the usual
-ghirardelli chocolate chip
the triple play
-3 kinds of ghirardelli chocolate chips w/toffee
the in-betweener
-gooey chocolate drops--not quite a cookie, not quite a cake
cupcakes $22/dozen or $40/2 dozen*
the boomer
-red velvet cake topped with cream cheese icing
the nutty monkey
-banana cake topped with cream cheese icing and walnuts
the referee
-chocolate cake topped with madagascar bourbon vanilla icing
the patty
-chocolate peppermint cake topped with whipped mint icing
the bunny
-carrot cake topped with cream cheese icing and sprinkled with cinnamon
the switzer
-fresh strawberry cake topped with strawberry icing
the whiteout
-madagascar bourbon vanilla cake topped with madagascar bourbon vanilla icing
cakes $34**
the deal breaker
-triple chocolate cake with fudgy morsels and chocolate fudge icing
cupcake flavors made as 8” round or square layered cake
*custom/decorative toppings for cupcakes vary per specifics
**custom/decorative cakes vary per specifics
cakes $34**
the deal breaker
-triple chocolate cake with fudgy morsels and chocolate fudge icing
cupcake flavors made as 8” round or square layered cake
*custom/decorative toppings for cupcakes vary per specifics
**custom/decorative cakes vary per specifics
bachelorette cupcakes
these madagascar bourbon vanilla cupcakes with pink madagascar bourbon vanilla icing were topped with hand-cut martini classes, corsets, engagement rings and hearts for deidre's bachelorette party. cupcakes go well with cocktails, right? ;)
the sweet spot
so i am officially blogging! the main purpose of this blog is to post pictures of desserts that i make for dulce, but it wouldn't be complete without a dash of me thrown in.
calling this blog "the sweet spot" just felt right. for years, physicists have mathematically calculated, experimented and re-calculated where the sweet spot is on a baseball bat, but if you're a player, you've always known. you can just feel it. my hope is that this blog is enticing and you order sweet treats from dulce. but ultimately, i hope it's a place that you can come when you're in a slump to remind you what the sweet spot is--to remind you what it feels like.
welcome to the sweet spot! :)
calling this blog "the sweet spot" just felt right. for years, physicists have mathematically calculated, experimented and re-calculated where the sweet spot is on a baseball bat, but if you're a player, you've always known. you can just feel it. my hope is that this blog is enticing and you order sweet treats from dulce. but ultimately, i hope it's a place that you can come when you're in a slump to remind you what the sweet spot is--to remind you what it feels like.
welcome to the sweet spot! :)
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