So I’ve noticed online and on Instagram lately that lots of people like to take pictures and post about what they are wearing.
Here’s the thing. I love it and I hate. Not to be confused with “love to hate” it. It’s just some days I love to see it and other days I hate it. It’s not a 50/50 split, either…it’s more like 25% love and 75% hate.
Ok, ok, it’ more like 2% love and 98% hate. Sorry. I cannot tell a lie.
Let me further explain…
My dislike comes purely from jealousy and laziness. So easy, there, outfit-posting-people. I know I am bitter.
Here’s how it usually goes…I scroll through Instagram and see all you people with your polka dots and jaunty indoor-scarfs…all pastel-y and “Amaro” filtered…and then I take a gander at my yoga pants and Target tee and feel like a schlep.
Yes, I know I could take a shower. Yes, I know I could go to Anthro and get vintage, lady-like clothing. But I live in a world where when I vacuum, my kids ask who’s coming over?
I can’t imagine what might happen to their innocent eyes if I put on a fedora to go to the supermarket. No offense fedora-people. I really wish I could pull it off.
What ends up happening, is I end up going on an online shopping binge, buying sweet little blouses and accoutrements that I will end up wearing once…and without fail, the one time I DO dress nicely, I forget to take a photo of myself. Which basically means it didn’t happen.
So I think what I am going to do is take pictures of what I am actually wearing and filter the heck out of it. Take THAT nice-dressing-outfit-posting people.
Yoga pants will certainly look dreamier filtered in “Walden”, right? Ok, maybe “Sierra”.
By the way, totally follow me on Instagram. I won’t make you feel bad about wearing yesterday’s t-shirt again. I get that it’s still clean.
And I do have to mention that on any given day, while wearing said casual-wear, I generally have flour dusted on my pants and frosting in my hair.
Speaking of hair, don’t expect anything more than a ponytail or messy up-do. And by messy up-do I don’t mean a top bun that takes any longer than 3 seconds to get that way. After about 20 years of trying I have given up the casually-cool, hair pulled back in a messy/cute knot. My hair just looks messy, no matter the number of bobby pins or amount of product.
I am not effortless. That’s a fact.
But here’s what I CAN offer you. A super simple cake mix recipe hat LOOKS like it took you a bunch of time, but really only took you minutes. The antitheses to the effortless-looking messy up-do.
German Chocolate Cream Cheese Snack Cake.
Ever hear of snack cake?
It’s my new BFF.
Cake that counts as just a snack. Not dessert. A snack. So you can still have dessert, because it’s like, what? I only had a snack today.
Start with some chopped pecans. You don’t HAVE to use nuts if you’re allergic or just think nuts have no place in baked goods.
I get it.
But nuts are kind of a thing in German Chocolate Cake, so I included them today. I’m trying to stay legit.
Now toast your pecans on a baking sheet for just a few minutes. It makes them better.
Then grab your German Chocolate Cake Mix and mix in the pecans, an egg and some butter…
Press into a 9×13.
Mix it up and spread it all over your chocolate base.
makes 18 bars
- 1/2 cup chopped pecans
- 1 (18.25 oz) box German Chocolate Cake
- 4 eggs, divided
- 1/2 cup butter, melted
- 4 cups powdered sugar
- 1 tsp vanilla
- 1 (8 oz) block cream cheese
- 1/2 cup sweetened shredded coconut
- Preheat oven to 350°
- Spread chopped pecans on baking sheet and bake for 2-3 minutes until lightly brown. Remove from oven immediately.
- Reduce oven temperature to 300°
- Spray a 9×13 pan lightly with cooking spray
- In large bowl combine cake mix, melted butter, 1 egg and toasted pecans. Batter will be thick. Press into prepared pan.
- In mixing bowl combine cream cheese, powdered sugar, vanilla and remaining 3 eggs and beat until smooth. Add in coconut and stir until incorporated.
- Spread cream cheese mixture on top of the cake batter.
- Bake for 50-55 minutes.
- Let cool completely before cutting into squares.
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