Month: February 2016

Twenty-eight days out of the month I am a Straight Gangster. Two days out of each month I am all in every.feeling.I.have.ever.had. Emotionally, I retreat like one of the little rascals in a “I’m running away from home” scene…grab a stick from a tree, bundle up my clothes in one shirt, tie it around the stick … Continue reading You have to eat a salad sometimes…

This is a recap of my Friday thru Sunday of this week: One person quit…via text…cause raising five kids on her own is difficult. I’m. Not. Even. Gonna. Comment. One person got fired because she rolled her eyes at me–without my knowledge–but the good staff lets me know when the bad ones cross the line, and … Continue reading Some people drink…I make onion rings AND drink

You ever see something from afar thinking how wonderful it appeared, but when you got up on it…no bueno. Meet my father’s raisin cookie. My father coined himself a baker throughout my childhood. Some of his creations were veeeeeeery good. He never wrote down any of his recipes (problem #1…I’m all for intuitive cooking and baking, … Continue reading Don’t give me no raisin cookie

The work stations at SweetArt are close enough that, once the day gets going and when so inclined, conversation amongst bakers ensue. Jessica, one of my newest bakers, and I didn’t intend to discuss sugar daddies (the human kind…not the candy kind). The topic evolved after discovering the advertised price of Beyonce’s world tour tickets. Please note: What we … Continue reading Mr. Owens’ Casserole

A couple of years after opening the shop, I realized I’d gotten fat as hell.  Not like, a little extra, but why don’t even my big-ems jeans fit extra? It wasn’t my reflection that clued me in–mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the flyest of them all? Hello? Mirror?!? You there? (I continue to not own any full-length mirrors in my … Continue reading Ease-Up Truffles

When I was a girl, I spent most of my time making mental notes of all the ways I would not do as my momma did. I would not make my daughter sit in the middle of the back car seat between her brothers because she was the youngest and the only girl. I would not fold my … Continue reading My Momma’s Pancake Theory

You ever have a kiss that made time stop? Think back… A kiss that made you think, what job?…what class?…I’m sure the kids’ school won’t kick them out if I’m just a few (or several more) minutes late for pickup. Have I just seen Jesus? Jesus, is that you??? Well, for me, this soup is like … Continue reading African Peanut Soup is a time-stopping kiss