Dessert Friday #16

It's late, but don't think it didn't happen.

Nick discovered this amazing place yesterday close to where we work, called Beard Papa's (I think he was desperate to step away from cupcakes and eat some other form of dessert).

AAH!

How I've never heard of this place, I don't know. But they sell cream puffs. And I'm not talking about that bulk, size-of-a-quarter cream puffs you get in a box at Costco or something (not saying that Costco is bad...I love Costco). These were the size of my hand, and so fresh that they don't even put the cream in until you order and tell them exactly what kind of cream you want, and then they inject the cream into the puff right in front of you.

Naturally, we got six (IT WAS THE BEST DEAL).

:DDD

That's one chocolate, one vanilla, two strawberries and cream, and two honey and pumpkin (a special flavor they had, because fall = PUMPKIN).

Since they only put the cream in the pastry puffs after you order them, this meant that the puffs themselves were wonderfully crispy and not at all soggy.

OMG

In my excitement, seriously all the pictures I took of the insides of the puffs were blurry. Yeah. They were that good, I couldn't even hold my camera still long enough to get a clear picture. Needless to say, we'll probably be going back, SOON. Cupcakes...watch out. You've got some competition.

And the best part? It's made with all-natural ingredients (so it says on the box). Quick, someone get me this recipe.

In continuing with the healthy/vegetarian kick that I've been on lately, I made Nick and myself some Southwestern Stuffed Spaghetti Squash for dinner last night. I'm starting to love spaghetti squash, even though it takes forever to cook (I choose to bake it instead of microwave it, because I have an irrational fear that my microwave would explode if I tried to cook a squash in it).

Yum.

There was a generous sprinkling of cheese on top, because...cheese is healthy, too. I gotta get that protein somehow.

:DDD

I kiiiind of messed up with this (even though it was still delicious), because it calls for a can of black beans, and for some reason, I looked at the one can of beans I had on hand, which were canned chili beans, and decided that it was a suitable substitute. Well, the recipe itself already called for chili powder, which I also put in, not thinking about the fact that I'd get plenty of chili flavor from the beans...so basically, Nick cried tears from spiciness while eating this, and my taste buds rejoiced because I love anything spicy.

Worth it.

Bailey has been an absolute devil in the mornings, because she discovered the tag on the quilt I use for sleeping, and she has a strange obsession with tags. So basically I wake up to her trying to rip off the tag, and then I scold her, and then she scampers away, only to come back 30 seconds later and start the process all over again.

What tag? Oh, you mean the one I ate?

I might possibly consider cutting off the tag. For some reason, I can't bring myself to do it, because it's embroidered all pretty with Martha Stewart's logo. What would Martha think if I cut it off?!