Showing posts with label st. patricks day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label st. patricks day. Show all posts

Friday, March 15, 2013

I Heart Pinterest: Green Pudding

In honor of St. Patty's Day, I wanted to make something festive. And tasty too.

St. Patrick's Day Green Pudding Dessert




What You'll Need:
2 boxes of Jello Vanilla Flavor Instant Pudding
3 1/2 C Milk
1 t of Green Food Coloring
1 tub of Cool Whip (yea, you know how I said it)
1 Package of Oreos, crushed



I started off by crushing all my Oreos (and eating a few along the way..)












Next, pour your milk into a large bowl. Add the food coloring. Stir.

Add in your two pudding packets to milk mixture, and whisk until well blended (about two minutes). Let the pudding form for 5 minutes.

After the pudding has formed, add in the tub of Cool Whip, carefully stirring together.



It a bowl (or whatever you want to put it in) layer crushed cookies and pudding mixture.

FYI, you will never be able to create straight even layers. The pudding just sinks right into the cookies!

Garnish as desired, and let cool for ATLEAST an hour.








NOM NOM NOM!

Happy St. Patty's Day!!


Find more St. Patrick's inspired foods and crafts on my Pinterest board.








Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Woman's Perspective: St. Patrick's Day

For women, St. Patrick's Day has become the new Halloween. The one night (now the second) a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it. Thank you, Mean Girls.


St. Patty's Day has become a day where we dress up like Slutty Irish Fairies; tutus, knee socks, tiaras, and all. 

St. Patrick's Day is where women indulge in their inner child and wear stickers on their cheeks and glitter on their eyes.

St. Patrick's Day is when it becomes socially acceptable to wear green nail polish and not be accused of having a fungal infection.
St. Patrick's Day is when women where shirts with some tacky, yet humorous, phrase on their shirts that makes them sound like their trying to sell themselves. Oops.





St. Patrick's Day is when women completely blow their 'Spring Break' workouts and diets to chug down green beer and Irish Car Bombs. The day after St. Patrick's Day is when we bitch about how much weight we gained because of that beer, unless we threw enough of it up.


St. Patrick's Day in Chicago is when women actually get excited about nature; seeing the river dyed green, giving the go-ahead to start drinking all day.

St. Patrick's Day is when women follow the instructions on the pin "Kiss Me, I'm Irish"...well only if he's hot. After a few shots of whiskey, women follow the instructions on everyone, even if they aren't wearing the pin.



St. Patrick's Day is where all women want to be with an Irishman. The next morning, their complaining he drinks to much and ..."Oh. My. God. He's a ginger."

Monday, March 11, 2013

Coffee Coffee Coffee

I, as well as many other twenty-something women, love coffee. Love isn't even the right word.

Addicted. That's better.

But of course, it's expensive. Well, if you like froofy coffee drinks it's expensive.

Skinny White Chocolate Mocha Latte. Can't get that for less than $2.00.

Once in awhile I'll go to Dunkin Donuts, but that's only because the boyfriend is with me, cause Starbucks isn't his thing.

So how is that I get to drink 2+ froofy tasting coffees a day?

Costco-size coffee bags + Flavored Creamer = froofy coffee (especially if you put a lot of creamer in!)

So when I see girls who post pictures of their Starbucks cups on Facebook and Instagram, and then later bitch about not having money, I shake my head. Maybe if you stop spending $4.75 on coffee everyday, you wouldn't have a problem. I know, it's hard to quit, its like crack, but you can still splurge maybe once a week when you go on a coffee date with your bestie.

In honor of St.Patty's day (a re-occurring blog theme this week!), I've been using this creamer. Ah, the day I first saw this in the store..I jumped for joy. Now I can have my Bailey's coffee before work, without feeling like a lush (aka it doesn't have alcohol in it)