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I don’t know about you, but if someone offers me a Twinkie I will not refuse it, and I usually can’t stop at one.  You know Twinkies…”golden sponge cake with creamy filling.”  Remember back in the ’70s when Ann Blyth was the spokesperson for Hostess?  She gave Twinkies and Ding Dongs a little class.  The only problem with the commercial is the kids – they eat like cavemen.  Luckily Ann makes up for it with her groovy hairdo.

But this isn’t about Ann Blyth or the Twinkies of the ’70s. This is about a new way with Twinkies. The 21st Century Twinkies. I got this recipe out of The Twinkies Cookbook.  My pictures don’t look as appetizing at the one in the cookbook, but trust me, this dessert is divine.

Slice ten Twinkies lengthwise and stuff them tight into a 9X13 pan.

Mix 8 oz cream cheese with a 14-oz can of sweetened condensed milk. Spread over the Twinkies.

Spoon a large can of cherry pie filling over the cheese/milk mixture. If you want to be extra fancy (which I'm not) save some of the cherry filling to spoon on the top of the dessert to make it look really pretty.

Drain a large can of crushed pineapple and spoon evenly over the pie filling.

Spread an 8-oz tub of Cool Whip over everything. Be sure to make those attractive swirls on top, especially if you aren't garnishing with the reserved cherries.

After you cover and refrigerate for at least four hours (I refrigerated it overnight) be sure you have lots of people over to enjoy it. The cream cheese and sweetened condensed milk kind of soak into the Twinkies, but don’t make them soggy. The cherries and pineapple are a combination from paradise. And seriously, could you find an easier recipe?

I’m always looking for easy but delicious recipes. I’d love to hear what you’re cooking up, or just throwing together. What sweets are you serving this weekend?

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It’s hard to believe I’ve been away from the blog for a whole week.  I didn’t do it on purpose.  Let’s see if I can fill you in on what’s been happening.

1.  Husby and I have been spending a lot of time tending to his dad.  He’s had a rough time of it this past winter, suffering a stroke and a broken hip both within a two-week period.  He had to leave his home and move into a nursing home.  Throughout all of this his existing dementia has gone into further decline.

2.  Visits to the nursing home take a toll, and if that isn’t enough we also paid a visit to the funeral home to make arrangements for his dad, just as a precaution.  Husby is a big believer in being prepared.

3.  Demands of the day job have been pesky, getting in the way of all the things I really want to do.  Sure there’s time after I come home from the day job, but by that time I’m pretty well spent.  I’ve been sitting on half-done printing jobs, cutting jobs, beading jobs, pouring jobs, and writing jobs all week, never quite getting up the energy to complete what I’d like to complete.  The older I get the more that drives me nuts.  Completion is my goal, but the dang day job keeps getting in the way.

4.  In spite of my half-done projects I started a new project this week and guess what, it too is half-done.  But I can hardly wait to unveil it.  For now it’s a secret.  It will make its debut at the Chateau St. Croix Fete Des Fleurs in June, but I’m so excited about it I can hardly breathe.  Oh, all right, I’ll give you a hint ~ this person is my inspiration:

Christopher Walken, all-around insane guy.

No, the project has nothing to do with cowbells.  You’ll just have to wait and see.  I’ll be doing an internet debut too, so if you can’t make it to the Fete Des Fleurs fear not.  You won’t be kept in the dark much longer than those who will see it live and in person.

This weekend I’m going to gather up my gumption again.  There will be lots of completion of projects, a little bit of hanging out with the family for a casual spring break gathering, and catching up on the sleep I lost this past week.

For now, how about just a little more of that Christopher Walken insanity…

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By now everyone’s heard the news that Davy Jones, age 66, has died.

Are you kidding me?!

I’ve always been a Monkees fan.  I remember, when I was just a young girl in the late ’60s, seeing a commercial on TV advertising a Monkees double album set.  I knew I had to have it.  I also knew my mother would never approve of spending that much money on record albums much less through the mail.  So secretly I met with Charlotte and we gathered enough of our little savings and mailed CASH through the mail to receive our Monkees records.  I wonder if those records are still somewhere in my mom and dad’s house?  If they are I know they have a lot of wear as Charlotte and I listened to them a lot.  I also know you cannot stop a starry-eyed, pre-teen girl from having her heart’s desire, so sneaking behind my mom’s back to get the albums was definitely forgivable.

Davy Jones.  Boy he was a heart-throb, huh?  Yep, I thought he was pretty groovy, but I wasn’t the only one.  Marsha Brady was way more in love with him than I ever was.  She promised her entire school that he would be at her prom because he responded to her fan mail!  I thought that episode of The Brady Bunch, where Davy Jones makes an appearance, was just about the coolest.  I saw that episode on a rerun not too long ago.  (Yes, I will watch The Brady Bunch whenever I can because they’re just so, well, far-out!)  I noticed this time around that Davy’s manager in the show was completely head-over-heels for Davy, giving him dreamy eyes and everything.  He even got a little jealous when Marsha came in to the recording studio and kicked her out, knowing that Davy would give his affections to her if he caught a glimpse.  Tres funny!

Well that just goes to show Davy Jones was a dreamboat to everyone.  True, he died before any of us were ready for it, but he left behind many a fluttering heart and a small contribution to the music world.  RIP, Davy.  You made me a believer.

P.S.  If this post got you thinking about the Brady Bunch, be sure to check out the ultra groovy Brady Bunch drink charms available in my shop.

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Show of hands, how may of you remember this commercial?

Afraid to admit you’re that old?  That’s okay, your secret is safe with me.  Thirty-some years ago Memorex ran commercials claiming you couldn’t tell the difference between a live performance and a recording on one of their tapes.  Great marketing, but really, is anything better than the real thing?

I was doing some research the other day and came across some things that kind of disturbed me. Not that I didn’t know these things existed before now, but I never really gave them a second thought before my research.

So, in the spirit of Memorex cassette tapes I’ll ask you, which are real candles?

Similarly, which is the real bottle cap?

Plastic candles? Chrome bottle caps? You can totally tell which is real and which is fake. Why would you buy fake when the real thing is so much better, and so much more…real?

I’m sure people have their reasons for going fake, but at Auntie B’s Wax I make candles out of real wax and drink charms and magnets made with real bottle caps.

Monkey Libation at Auntie B's Wax

Asian Sandalwood Candle at Auntie B's Wax

Come on over to Auntie B’s Wax and get the real thing.

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Turandot remains my favorite opera, largely because of the aria Nessun Dorma. I think of it often, the aria, when I’m dead tired with so much yet to do. The lyrics begin with Nobody shall sleep and end with I will win! Makes me push on and be triumphant! Pavarotti performs it best, in my opinion; it’s almost as though Puccini wrote it just for him.

In these days Nessun Dorma rings through my head while I have little sleep but look forward to the setting stars and the coming of dawn when I shall have conquored the obstacles.

Nobody shall sleep!…
Nobody shall sleep!
Even you, o Princess,
in your cold room,
watch the stars,
that tremble with love and with hope.
But my secret is hidden within me,
my name no one shall know…
No!…No!…
On your mouth I will tell it when the light shines.
And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine!…
(No one will know his name and we must, alas, die.)
Vanish, o night!
Set, stars! Set, stars!
At dawn, I will win! I will win! I will win!

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