3.28.2014

Starbucks Addiction Destroyed

It has been three months since we made the white mocha syrup.

Scotty has purchased approximately six coffees from Starbucks.  He has finished zero of those purchased.  He discovered the coffee he makes at home tastes better and doesn't leave an unappealing aftertaste.

A decade of addiction; destroyed.

Clearly, this was a win as very few dollars are leaving our household and my life is no longer revolving around the location of the nearest Starbucks.

*No offense to Starbucks.  I enjoy the shit outta their Orange Refreshers will empty my bank account to inhale those all summer long.


1.11.2014

Compromise and the White Chocolate Mocha Syrup Recipe

When you're sharing your life with someone, there is inevitably something about that person that drives you batty. It makes you want to punch that person in the face. You want to scream about the absurdity of their quirk and scream loudly and consistently right in their dumb face.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??!!"

"HOW MANY TIMES WERE DROPPED ON YOUR FUCKING HEAD??!!"

What you should be yelling is, "WHY WON'T YOU FUCKING CHANGE AND BE EXACTLY WHAT THE FUCK I WANT YOU TO BE??!!"

Compromise comes into play and you spend the rest of your time together either mildly resenting the love of your life (I don't recommend this option) or accepting the (what you see as) stupid.

Do not sit there reading that last statement and think that in a relationship, YOU are the only one feeling this way. Sometimes, YOU and your quirk are the dumb face. Sometimes, ME and my socks left (hidden strategically) under the couch or the insane amount of hair that collects on my bathroom floor which I use the hair dryer to blow into a corner rather than make a full compromise and CLEAN IT THE FUCK UP are the dumb face.

Scotty is addicted to Starbucks coffee. Specifically, a grande white mocha americano, stirred, with whipped cream, chocolate and caramel drizzle. I had to modify my existence on this planet, as a non-coffee drinker, to accommodate this addiction. We have had to make two trips to bring groceries into the house so he could carry his coffee. I have been rushed to get ready and snapped at if I wasn't quick enough so we could leave early and get him a coffee. "On your way home, can you pick me up a coffee?" A year into the relationship I knew the routine and I accepted his dumb face.

Now, neither one of has a dumb face about coffee. I make him White Chocolate Mocha Syrup, he makes his coffee at home and our time is not affected by his need for Starbucks.


White Chocolate Mocha Syrup

2 cans of sweetened condensed milk
1 can of evaporated milk
3/4 cup of sugar
1 tablespoon of vanilla
1 tablespoon of instant espresso 6-10 ounces of white chocolate, cup up in small pieces if using Baker's chocolate
(I use an entire bag of white chocolate chips. Melts nicer and makes a nicer sauce)

Whisk the milks, sugar, and vanilla together on med-high heat. Whisk constantly. Once it starts simmering, add in the chocolate chips. Whisk constantly. After they've melted, add in the instant espresso powder. Whisk constantly. When the espresso powder has mixed nicely into the sauce, remove from heat. Whisk every few minutes to stop the chocolate from clumping. Before it cools completely, pour it into bottles and store in the fridge.

** I don't know how long it lasts in the fridge before it goes bad. He's never stopped using it long enough for it to sit for lengthly time period.

8.31.2005

Gin & Juice Blues

Tunes I'm Groovin' To : Overburdened - Disturbed


It’s Hump Day.



Shouldn’t you be doing something, someone or yourself?

8.30.2005

I'm Not Some Stupid Chick That Sings

“I’m still in love with the romance of rock ‘n roll ~ Shirley Manson”

8.29.2005

Flaming Vocal Lust

I’m so excited about this you just can’t even imagine … when I think about it I vibrate. In two days, I’ll be picking up tickets to Audioslave/Seether. My god. Chris Cornell AND Shaun Morgan oh Creator give me strength to stand. There are probably quite a few of you brats out there who are gearing up to tease me and that’s fine. Look at his beautiful face and tell me I don’t have a reason to feel twitchy. Yup. Twitchytwitterflusterfucked.

This is so bad. Hes absofuckinglutely beautiful with long hair, short hair, no hair… I don’t even care where I am – as long as I’m in the same building and can hear him right then and there. That’s a lie. I want to buy a ticket to sit on his lap pantyless while he sings to me but I doubt I have enough coin for that. Anyone wanna contribute to the “Get Stacey on Chris Cornell’s Lap” fund? Didn’t think so. Can’t really blame me for trying.

I want to dance naked for that man.

This is the newest e-mail I received informing me of my upcoming GREAT fortune. Tickets are on sale EARLY for none other than me and I didn’t have to sleep with anyone either. Ha! That’s good too… I need to have all my energy and be ready for when he spots me and wants me to run away with him. Shup. They’re my delusions.
From: 99.3 The Fox
Sent: Monday, August 29, 2005 8:16 AM
To: Stacey ******
Subject: FOXFEST with AUDIOSLAVE Presale
AUDIOSLAVE
with guests SEETHER
Thursday September 29th
GENERAL MOTORS PLACE
DOORS 6:00 pm SHOW 7:00 pm
**GENERAL ADMISSION FLOOR / RESERVED STANDS**
Tickets: $39.50 & 49.50 + s/c
Click HERE
The password is NOTFORYOUFUCKERS (I’m not telling… I signed up for this reason exactly!)
Presale runs from Wednesday August 31st at 10:00 a.m until Thursday September 1st at 10:00 pm.
Tickets on sale to the public Friday September 2nd at 10:00am

For those of you who are insanely in love with Shirley Manson (and who isn’t?) she’ll be in Vancouver tomorrow at the Commodore Ballroom with Garbage. I will not be attending that sold out show (Boo me!) BUT I will be listening to CFOX tomorrow around four o’clock pm as she’ll be in the studio to give an interview.

Gotta go upload some music to my mp3 player so I can continue on my Chris Cornell high. hehe You think I’m done? Hell no… I still have to get through Shaun Morgan as well so you’ll be inundated with my hormones again soon enough.