Happy Friday to all you fine people. I want to introduce you to Staci… but I gotta tell you a little story first.
When I was in college, I had to scrape. I worked for meager wages slingin’ sandwiches at Subway, carried plastic purses, wished I could get paid for studying, and thanked my lucky stars for hand-me- downs. Ah the beauty of being on your own for the first time. When I got my first little off-campus apartment I thought I was movin’ on up.
Wrong. I was still slummin’ it. In fact, after our first trip to get groceries together I found myself having to justify sliced American cheese as a necessary purchase because my roommate informed me, “cheese is a commodity.” Anyway…
It was my sophomore year, I had landed a cute boy, made what proved to be lifelong friends, and I felt unstoppable. I bought a couch from a friend, a coffee table from a yard sale and I filled my kitchen cabinets with old wares from my Grandma. She is the bee’s knees. She gave me this hand mixer that had far exceeded anyone’s expectations. It was that off-white color with the brown stripes that were all the rage back in the 70s. This was 2005. That mixer held its own but every time you turned it on it made the TV full of static. When you turned it off, it made this zapping noise indicating the TV interference was finished. Probably should have been a sign, but we were 19. I have nothing else to say. You’ll be happy to know that our apartment never burned down.
Today, I have an ever-evolving wishlist but I wouldn’t consider myself to be excessive. I had been pining after a KitchenAid Stand Mixer for all my days but when I saw it in “Raspberry Ice” I nearly lost my good sense. I discussed it with D as is required in our home for any purchase greater than $100. He wasn’t thrilled but he entertained the conversation and research on different models. And this is the ridiculous part where I make myself out to be completely frivolous, judge all you want! When he realized that the color itself carried a larger price tag he quickly let me know that we were having two separate discussions, one for the mixer and another for the color choice since the color choice alone exceeded our “purchase without consultation” rule. He’s pretty quick. Now, I’ve been told when I make my mind up, I do not waiver. Battle mode: Engage. He then suggested “Why don’t we just get the black one since it’s the exact model just a different color?”
Black. Black? I don’t want the damn black one.
And I told him so.
And I pestered him.
And turned all of our female relatives against him until he relented.
Victory is mine, and her name is Staci. With an “i” because she’s sassy. We’ve come a long way, baby.
Ain’t she a beaut!? Some proceeds benefit Susan G. Komen and that makes my heart happy. My taste buds are happy too, because I used Staci to make Oreo truffles tonight (thanks to Jess for the recipe). And it’s ten times easier now that I don’t have to mix that dough with my hands like I’m kneading bread. Who the hell wants Oreo crumbs under their fingernails!?
1 package of Double Stuf Oreos
8 oz cream cheese
1 big ole bag of Tollhouse Semi-sweet chocolate (or whatever you like better) chips
Use a food processor or rolling pin the grind Oreos into a uniform dust. Mix Oreo dust with softened cream cheese. Put mixture into refrigerator to thicken. When mixture is thick like a dough, roll into 1 inch balls and place on wax paper. Melt chocolate chips and carefully dip or roll Oreo balls until completely covered in chocolate. Place back on wax paper and place in refrigerator. Serve chilled or at room temperature.