Since I registered at Williams Sonoma (best decision ever) for my wedding and practically my entire kitchen/cooking set is from there, I am their forever loyal customer and friend. This includes stalking their website for recipes (besides 3 of their cookbooks that I already own) because they are always superb.

Try these amazing little treats, I promise they will be your new favorite! And they don't have butter! As for sugar.. well, eveything tastes better with it right?

What I like about it is they're light but definitely fulfilling, and you usually have the ingredients in your fridge. Enjoy!

Ingredients: 1/2 cup all-purpose flour 1/4 tsp. salt 3 eggs, separated 1 cup sugar 1 tsp. finely grated lemon zest 1/3 cup fresh lemon juice (about 2 large lemons) 1 1/3 cups milk

Directions: -Preheat an oven to 350°F.

-Place eight 1/2-cup ramekins in a large baking dish and pour in water to reach halfway up the sides of the ramekins.

-In a small bowl, stir together the flour and salt.

In a separate nonreactive bowl, using an electric mixer, beat the egg yolks with 3/4 cup of the sugar on medium speed until pale and thick, about 3 minutes.

-Stir in the flour mixture and beat until very thick, 2 minutes more. Stir in the lemon zest, lemon juice and milk.

-Using an electric mixer on high speed, whip the egg whites until foamy. Sprinkle in the remaining 1/4 cup sugar and whip until soft peaks form when the beaters are lifted.

-Using a silicone spatula, stir one-fourth of the egg whites into the lemon mixture. Gently fold in the rest just until no streaks of egg white are visible.

-Divide the mixture evenly among the ramekins. Bake until the centers are firm to the touch and the edges pull away slightly from the sides of the ramekins, 40 to 45 minutes.

-Remove from the oven but leave the ramekins in the water bath for 15 to 20 minutes. Serve the pudding cakes warm or at room temperature straight from the ramekins. Serves 8.

Ta-da!

So funny

In my opinion, these are best commercials out there right now.


Here

and..

My favorite, go here "I got pudding"


Good job Subway, I wasn't a huge fan of your sandwiches but absolutely love your commercials!

Well I better run, Alex is playing in his rugby game in 30 minutes. Come!

Oh the married life

Can I just say, that married life is SO much better than it’s cracked up to be? It always sounded awful to me- cooking for someone, no more dance parties with the ladies, cleaning up gross guy socks, and scariest of all- choosing that 1 person (1 PERSON!) to be with for the rest of ETERNITY. Needless to say, I definitely wasn't looking for it.

But guess what? It’s turned out pretty amazing so far. We’ve been married only 3 months, so we’re definitely still rookies. There are definitely some adjustments to be made, and many more to come I'm sure. But my top favorite things of being married:

-Never sleeping alone! Besides when there’s rugby tournaments…boooo
-Living with your best friend
-Not having to say goodnight ever again
-Getting sweet notes
-Breakfast
-No curfew
-Unwavering support
-Having an excuse to cook a lot
-Learning to like what each other likes (March Madness, Lord of the Rings- weird I know..)
-Cuddling all night long!
-Feeling safe
-Being as weird as you want to be

Goodness, I’m pretty crazy about that kid.

He will most likely want to kill me for putting this picture up, but I figure I don't have much of an audience anyway and I'm hoping he won't check this, hehe.
Everyone, meet Alex-take-your-shirt-off-Hill:)

Amelia Bedelia Adventures.. more to come I'm sure of it

This week has been craaazy- a beastly test, 3 quizzes due by 11:59, a 10 page paper, and trying to whip up dinner for my husband whose hunger never faileth. It’s a daunting task. My theory: stuff him. Stuff him so full that all he wants to do is lay down and not move. That sounds kinda bad when I put it that way, but I swear it's not completely malicious. I swear my only objective is that it will at least guarantee me a little time before he's scavenging for food in our empty cabinets and I'm feeling guilty for being such a cheap skate (trying to save money here!) But it doesn't really matter, because like clockwork- in 90 minutes or less he's hungry. I adore food and snacking, but it's still weird to me. But secretly, kinda fun. I’m starting to love cooking. Who would’ve thought? Definitely not me. And definitely not my family or friends. They lovingly called me Amelia Bedelia. For those of you who aren’t familiar with this lovely character, it isn’t a compliment.

I’ve had some interesting experiences. Coincidentally, always with whom I love to call the devil’s advocate when it comes to these things: Abby Read. So I blame her also. But she deceived me- she comes from a family of excellent cooks! NEVER get us cooking together!

Once upon a time, we decided to be domestic for a day. We wanted to cook a cake- and we wanted to go big. That means not a box cake mix (crap!) and double layers. Ohhhh boy. But things actually went really well. The cakes didn’t burn to a crisp or break in half when we dumped them out of the pans, and we even frosted it (by this time we had gotten lazy and resorted to our trusty friend Betty Crocker)- we were pretty proud of ourselves. We proudly called my very large family down to try our wonderful cake. Everyone was really excited! ….Or maybe amused is the right word. The only problem was, when we went to cut it- it wouldn’t CUT. And the top layer kept sliding off! Weird. Well, the show must go on right? Of course Abby and I took the first two slices, and to our horror found out that somehow a sheet of wax paper was cleverly placed between the two layers. Mah bad!

Fast forward in time, we’re sophmores in high school and basically rule the world. Considering we do our own hair and make up every day, write five paragraph essays in English, and are "most def" wiser than our moms at this point in our teenage career- you’d think we’d be ready to tackle sugar cookies. Right? Wrong actually. The dough seemed a little more runny than usual, not as doughy as Tollhouse is, but we figured sugar cookies are a different breed. Unfortunately, our sugar cookies turned out to be a bad smelling brown glob that spread out over the whole cookie tray and made a nice mess of the oven. Sheesh, how were we to know the difference between powdered sugar and flour? ..They’re both white and fluffy....

But don’t worry, even after mistaking powdered sugar for flour we figured we were still wiser than our moms;)

Here's Abby and I as big & bad high schoolers- pretty awesome right? And yes that is a Rockstar I'm holding. I remember that night very well- we both drank 2 rockstars each, and a 5 hour energy on an empty stomach. So dumb. I mean, so cool. But don't ever do it.

Blogging Here We Go

Okay, I’m getting a blog. But I’m not telling a lot of people about it. Mainly I’m doing it for my own journal and to keep my family updated since I'm pretty awful at staying in touch on a regular basis. I love how bloggers typically are much more real and honest than they are in person. And much funnier for some reason? I’m not much of a writer and not all that witty, but you’ll find some of my adventures as a newlywed on here.