I've been dying to make these little cuties ever since I saw them on Bakerella's blog a couple of months ago. Yeah, I so can't claim the creative idea, but hey - I'm pretty proud of the fact that they didn't turn out half bad for my very first attempt :)
Sometime soon, I'll be making these again to work on my technique and some color and flavor variations. Be prepared to get some of the extras shoved on you.
(Ack! Squinting in the sun, getting eye wrinkles.)
I'm feeling tired and not terribly chatty today, so I'm going to be lazy and let the following video blog for me :)
I usually approach news clips of "child prodigies" with a bit of wariness. The kids are usually presented as too precious for words [insert oohs and ahhs here]. And a lot of the talented little things have been lauded so much praise for so many years, that they've got a double dose of snotty attitude along to boot. And then every single interview includes a clip of the child proclaiming that they're "normal just like any other kid!"
I realize that I sound utterly and completely bitter, but let me introduce you to Emily Bear. Truly, if you met her in a grocery store, you'd just think she was a cute little kid who might be a bit of an old soul. But to hear her play. Seriously, she has an amazing gift, and I'm not using those words lightly. The little dear not only plays heavy hitters like Mozart, she freaking composes her own music. But all the while she's playing, you don't get a sense that she's troubled or tormented by her talent. It actually seems like something that's a part of her, and no big deal to her. She just seems like a happy little girl who has fun playing the piano. And I love that her mom just wants her to be normal and happy when she grows up. No lofty dreams of her kids becoming world famous or anything.
All of it was completely refreshing. And completely inspiring.
Yippeeee! I'm now the proud owner of yet another alter ego! (Zippy being my first and most favorite of them.) I'm just beside myself with gleeeeeeeeee!
Last night, Bo told me that he's calling me Sayray, and that it's my new superhero name. Get out - my superhero name?! Woo!! My mind immediately began racing through all the potential mischief I can get away with, in the name of "Sayray!!"
And of course, every superhero needs a special outfit or, at the minimum, a signature talisman. I'm thinking that maybe, just maybe, I've been wearing my superhero talisman all along, completely unaware of its powers? I just adore my pearl flower ring to bits, and I only take it off to do messy tasks, like baking or scrubbing. Hmmm...methinks that it very well could be it. Yes, it's decided. Thankfully, my ring negates any need to wear silly capes, gaudy crowns, or - God forbid - lycra. This superhero business is going to be too much fun :)
Behold, the powers of Sayray...Prepare to be mesmerized....
