If you are on Pinterest you have seen cloud bread. You have been curious about cloud bread. If you haven’t well let me tell you about cloud bread. Haha! I found this link Cloud Bread and decided that I should try it for something a little different than my normal 3 hour bread baking weekend ritual. It seemed like an easy enough task.
I had all the ingredients ready to go!
The one thing I didn’t do was pull out the hand mixer and well my results will tell you that I shouldn’t have been lazy!
I think I did those egg whites some justice with my elbow grease though. Haha! Stuck them in the oven and well magic happened.
They actually looked the way I thought they kind of should. They aren’t quite as fluffy as I was hoping hence I needed the hand mixer.
But upon escape from the oven and a proper cooling phase I was very happy with the taste and thus I will definitely be trying this recipe again! I wish I could describe it properly it tastes like bread just a super light version. Nothing heavy about it at all. These didn’t last long in my house at all.
Thanks Becca for an amazing recipe!
Are you guys actually trying these things you find on Pinterest? May change these posts to “nailed it” type posts in the future.
Until next time mangia my loves,
I ❤️ my makeup brushes. All of them. When one finally wears out and I have to get a replacement it makes me a little sad because I’m losing a brush and then I get excited because I have a new one to love!
Here are my brushes!
I store them in that mug I decorated myself so they all have plenty of room. Yes that was a toothbrush you saw in there I prefer a soft toothbrush to handle my eye brows then the expensive brow brushes you buy in the store which always feel too rough for me.
My brushes need a good cleaning and I’m not as good about it as I should be. But I thought I would share with you what I do when I do clean them properly.
For a daily quick clean especially for my eye shadow brushes (use lots of different colors and shades and need the same brush) I use ELF brush cleaner.
The smell is wonderful. It works great and I think has helped to make my brushes last longer. This is a basic spray on and work out the makeup on a papertowel type effort. Not hard and definitely quick enough I can do in the morning. I just put them back in my cup to dry.
For a major cleaning I use whatever face wash I’m currently using. My thinking behind this is that it’s gentle enough for my face it should definitely take away any oils that may remain on the brushes and I know it’s not going to break me out or cause me any problems. Currently this is what I’m using for face wash and to clean my brushes.
What girl doesn’t have this face wash around? I have an abundance of sample size beauty items right now so I’m trying to use them all up before I go and buy full size stuff again. Does anyone else do this?
If anyone is interested I could always do a video or photo shoot for cleaning my brushes. I can show you how fun and easy it really is! Let me know if you would be interested.
How do you clean your makeup tools?
Until next time stay beautiful!
We are a pork household. We love pork and all enjoy cooking it as well. Our smoker has seen better days so I had to try my hand at fixing a pork butt in the oven.
That is how it turned out. A 7 pound butt cooked for 5 hours at 200 degrees covered in tin foil and then for 2 hours at 350 with the foil removed. I covered it with some homemade rub. The seasoning was excellent. We honestly missed a little bit of the smoky flavor that we get when we do a traditional butt in our smoker but overall excellent flavor and this just proves that you can cook a piece of meat as long as you have some heat and the time.
My husband then made these amazing pulled pork sandwiches.
Layer pork, BBQ sauce, a fried egg and some pimento cheese. Trust me the flavor is out of this world!
Happy Monday! I hope you all had a wonderful Father’s Day! We had a great time with family. Lots has been going on in my world lately and sadly I have neglected the blog. I want to thank you all that have hung in there with me. I really am grateful for your support. So let’s talk makeup. That always makes my Monday better!
Lately I have become obsessed with the idea of matte liquid lipstick. And yes it could be because of a certain mogul family and one daughters take on lips that has swept the nation like wildfire but let me put it this way I don’t have their bank account so for me I have to find good looks with a much lower price tag. And I found this…
I hadn’t heard of Jena Taylor before but it looked like a close enough dupe to what I was hoping to achieve look wise I couldn’t resist.
The swatches honestly don’t do the colors justice. I’m looking forward to trying all of them. I did put on the middle color for a day out and I will say I liked the color, the smell was pleasant and the color lasted pretty much all day through eating and everything. Oh and I kissed my husband and it didn’t come off on his face which made him very happy!
Needless to say I can’t wait to try the other colors. I’m really happy with the purchase and now to tell you how much I spent. Are you ready?
$4.99 at my local Marshall’s and the compare at was only $8.00. So I’m going to say a win win at almost a tenth of the cost for the name brand item and has all the qualities I look for in a liquid lipstick.
What are your latest makeup dupe or cheap must have finds?
As Britney watched Anthony worry about her, she couldn’t believe this was happening. He looked so small as he returned to his seat. She had watched the encounter with the nurse from where she had been sitting, yet somehow she had heard the entire conversation as if she had been standing beside him the whole time. This had to be a dream. This was not humanly possible. She put her hand on his arm. She wanted him to know that she was there. Perhaps the touch of him could wake her from this dream.
“Anthony I am here, I am here with you.” She whispered in his ear. Anthony shivered, and she wondered if he had heard her. His face was wrapped with fear. How could she make him understand? And most importantly how could she wake up from this nightmare? She got up from beside him and floated over to the nurse at the admitting desk. She thought, that poor woman, what a job to have to deal with all of these grief-stricken people all day. She had to be a pretty tough lady. She floated behind the desk next to where the nurse was sitting and looked at the computer screen in front of her. It was a blank screen. Britney couldn’t see anything on it. Britney saw pictures of children and a wedding photo beside the screen. What a great life, to have all of that love surrounding you. This would be how the nurse handled all the stress and sadness keeping her memories of her happy family close to her, because with the kind of love in those pictures you could surely get through anything.
Britney floated back into the main emergency room leaving Anthony to sit in the chair and the nurse to her duties. She floated back through the curtain that held the room, where was on a gurney and all of those noisy machines were working hard. The doctors and nurses were still working on her. It was as if time had almost stood still while she had been away. It did not appear they were making progress as the machines had not slowed and the doctors and nurses appeared almost panicked. The thought of watching this for much longer was not appearing. She decided to take advantage of her dream and see how far her floating ability would take her. She wanted that chance to be a fly on a wall, she had to try.
She opens her eyes and tried to look around and quickly realized that she was actually looking down. She was watching herself below with the doctors. There were machines buzzing and beeping. Nurses were scurrying about. What had happened to her? She couldn’t remember how she had gotten here. She tried to yell to tell them she was there. She tried to tell them that she was ok. But was she? Was she dead? Was it possible? She had started the day as any other, and now she was lying in a hospital bed or rather, floating over it. She turned from herself. She couldn’t watch the doctors work. She couldn’t stand to see if they succeeded in their mission to save her body. She floated out of the room where her body lie on the gurney. She was in the main emergency room entrance and she saw nurses running and pushing wheelchairs. She saw many people that were sick or injured. She had always hated hospitals and watching this gave her a bad feeling in her chest. She decided that she needed to keep floating. Maybe this is a dream, she thought to herself. She floated out of the emergency room into the waiting room. She had floated through the automatic doors rather than them opening for her. No one could see her or hear her. She buzzed the heads of a couple of nurses passing by and they never looked up or even acknowledged the feeling. Britney wanted to continue toying with the nurses but thought better of it. They had important work to do. The thought of this being a dream kept Britney moving forward to the waiting room. She circled the room and then she saw him. Anthony was sitting there all alone. He looked so scared. He had tears in his beautiful blue eyes. She couldn’t remember ever having seen him cry. Now here he was, crying. He was crying for her. She came down from high above and sat herself in the chair beside him. He seemed so fragile sitting there with tears running down his face. Britney hoped she wasn’t dead. She hoped the doctors did what they had to do so that she could wipe those tears away. She didn’t know if they should be together but she didn’t want him hurting.
He couldn’t cry, not now. He didn’t even know what was going on with her. He wiped at his tears and cleared his throat. He suddenly got a cold chill. It was almost a breeze. He was in the middle of the waiting room but he glanced to the doors to see whom had come through them, but the door had not been opened and was not closing either.
“That was weird,” he said aloud to himself. He talked to himself a lot. She hated it. She hated that he would express a general thought with no audience intended. She would say that he could carry on a conversation with a brick wall, and she promised not to be too concerned until the wall answered back. He laughed to himself as he thought of her standing in the kitchen chiding him for talking to himself like a child with an imaginary friend. Then the twinge of guilt again, how could he sit here and laugh? He didn’t want to think nice memories of her as if she wasn’t here anymore. He needed to know what was going on. He couldn’t stand one more minute of not knowing. He walked back up to the desk. The look on the nurse’s face was not one of welcome. He made his approach all the same and never broke stride.
“Sir, I told you that I would send someone out as soon as possible. Let them spend the time needed with your girlfriend.” The nurse advised before he even asked the question. “I am all she has, and she is all I have. I just need to know that she’s going to be ok.” he found his temper flaring as he tried to make this nurse understand how important he was to her life and she was to his. Although he was not sure of how important he still was to her, but in this moment she was all that mattered to him.
“I understand that you are concerned. The doctor has said that he will come and talk with you as soon as he can. Please have a seat and wait for him.”
“I can’t sit anymore. Please can’t someone just tell me what’s going on? I need something. I can’t just keep waiting.”
“It shouldn’t be much longer. Please have a seat.”
The nurse was beginning to get to the end of her rope with him. He decided to go ahead and sit back down before she called security or something. He was a larger man and knew that when he was angry he could appear intimidating. He didn’t want the nurse to worry and get him kicked out.