Oscar’s Night

I always think of my best things to blog about when I’m working in the early morning. Unfortunately my laptop isn’t attached to my hip that early in the day. Cinnamon Rolls and Fruit Tarts, well that’s another story.

The activities committee for church asked me to do desserts for our Oscar’s Night. The ward was split up into groups and made their own videos, the plan was to eat a wonderful dinner, screen the videos, and enjoy dessert.

I was dessert. I decided on cupcakes. Since the theme was Oscars I decided to make red velvet to mimic the red carpet. I also decided on a midnight chocolate cupcake with amaretto frosting to break it up a little bit. The red velvet cupcakes were garnished with fondant stars that we’re painted in an edible gold paint. The chocolate cupcakes were by far my favorite. I made chocolate bow ties and top hats to dress up them up. Each was hand painted in silver luster dust to really make them shine.

To give some height to the table I wanted to make 3D sugar cookie statues. I found this awesome tutorial on Bakerella and fell in love. This year I’ve decided to really improve my sugar cookie work and this was right up my alley. Unfortunately we didn’t have time to get the cookie cutter shipped to make them for the event. Then again I am me, and don’t take the word “No” very well. So I did some research. My best option was to build my own cookie cutter. Thank goodness my Momma was in town for the twins arrival. She doesn’t think my projects are crazy. Love that woman.

45 minutes later we were leaving Lowe’s with a 10ft long piece of aluminum siding, clamps, glue and some enthusiasm. An hour later and we had a rocking cookie cutter.

Not to shabby if I do say so myself.

 Now for the drama. It wouldn’t be a successful event without drama now would it? I was spent this week. Between the twins arrival, my family in town. I really didn’t have a whole lot left to give to make this event happen. I really, really wanted to do this. I wanted to show all these people who knew I was a pastry chef what I was truly capable of. There really was no way I wasn’t going to make this happen. 300 cupcakes? I do that in my sleep. Pretty much did. On top of cooking around the clock there was a huge roommate blowout. Nothing that needs to be mentioned here, but it really just added to the stress of finishing the event. Somehow I finished with enough time to shower. My mom came over to help wash dishes and make sure I was put together before it was time to deliver and set up. Did I mention I love her? Let’s not kid ourselves. Wash the dishes certainly means stabilize the hurricane of emotion and exhaustion that was covered in buttercream. I’m so truly grateful she was here.  By the time we finished setting up I had 45 minutes to change and get back to the event. It was critical that I looked good. There was going to be a lot of attention on me. Rather than going home, Mom whisked me away to buy a new dress and look good for the night. In 30 minutes she had an entire outfit picked out for me. I changed inbetween stoplights and painted my toes on the last one. Nothing a can of hairspray and 15minutes can’t fix right?

While I was trying on dresses my mom produced these shoes. Sassy to say the least, and oh so worth it. So grateful for a fun event and my fairy godmother.

Can’t even tell I hadn’t slept in 3 days. 

The One About Her Mother.

Happy Mother’s Day!

I’ve been thinking a lot about what to say today. I’m so grateful for this holiday. I’m grateful for a reason to celebrate the woman who taught me about being a lady, and walking with grace.

 I took a sick day today, overslept through church, made myself breakfast and crawled back in bed to watch family videos. Work has been a little crazy with Mother’s Day. I was completely spent. My Mom texts me everyday before work. Her maternal alarm clock wakes her up to text me at 3am. Just so I know someone cares about me, is worried about my safety. Most importantly to remind me to eat breakfast and brush my teeth.

Growing up in a big family, its hard sometimes to have Mom to yourself. Sitting here today, I don’t remember a time I wish she had paid more attention to me. Our thing became hand holding. We hold hands all the time. When I was little I would sit in the front seat and we would hold hands while she drove around town running errands. We hold hands when a situation gets awkward. When Dad says something and we both smile because he doesn’t understand our need for finishing projects in the middle of the night. We held hands on the way to my college education. We held hands when we drove into Denver to go to college. We held hands when my parents came to pick up my broken heart in Denver. We held hands when this guy in a skirt decided to do some interpretive dance during J.T.’s choir concert. We held hands in the fabric store. On the way to my Culinary Competition. On the way to softball practice. On the way to the ER. After I found out that the double concussion ended my basketball career. Anytime I need to be strong. As a reminder she’s on my team. As a reminder I’m never alone in this life.

As a constant reminder she loves me with her whole heart.

I love you Momsie.

Genuinely Happy

Today my mother called me at 1:12pm… I was just waking up, and nothing makes me as excited as to hear someones voice who loves me when I wake up. We talked about getting home from Kansas at 3am, and that my family’s coming in 4 count ’em days.. and then we talked about penzeys, only the most incredible spice store ever.. but then she said something that made me really really happy.

she said. “You know why I love you today?”

“No, please tell me 🙂 “

“You are genuinely happy and content with your life, and you haven’t always been, and I’m grateful that you are, and have such a strong testimony of the gospel.”

“Really? cause it doesn’t feel like that sometimes… “

” but you are Jesser :)”

I love when I can hear her smiling through the phone..

So thank you mom, for helping me realize that I am happy and content with my life..

Jessica nan

The Piano..

My Mother is incredibly talented on the piano, and she hasn’t exactly had the time to continue playing for her as she’s raised her kids, but from time to time she’ll sit down and play and it will remind me of when I would lay in bed trying to fall asleep as a little girl and what great comfort it would bring me to hear her playing softly.. and as much as I hated trying to learn it, I love to hear her play..

love you momma

Jessica nan