Showing posts with label Reese's Cup. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reese's Cup. Show all posts

Sunday, October 31, 2021

How Do You Do, Halloween?

Coat: POPSUGAR, Kohl's

Bag: Cat & Jack, Target


Tights: K. Bell, Marshalls


Ring: PinkBopp, Etsy

Boots: ShoeDazzle, Zulily; Necklace and lime bracelet: Amrita Singh, Zulily; Bag and orange bangle: Worthington/Mixit, JCPenney

Dress: Lily Rose, Kohl's


Trick or Treat Trio Barrette Brooch

Tights: Isadora, Zulily



Sweatshirt: Forever 21

Bag: Betsey Johnson, Macy's

Dress: BeBop, Macy's

Today's post title means this: How are you, Halloween?  Feeling festive, or bogged down by seasonal allergies?  But if you remove the comma, then it means this: How do you do, that is, spend Halloween?  The rest of this post is my answer.

I have no new handmade accessories, but rather the best of Tote Trove spooky style. One thing is as new as last week; the rest I've had for years.  Here it is mixed with my mass-produced treasures on my church bench, decked out for All Saints-slash-All Souls Day:


And now on to my Out of Print "Fight Evil, Read Books" tee (which, yes, in the outfit pic looks like it says "boo" instead of "books" in the happy accident of my hand.  Just had to hog that hip, lefty, huh?).


When I saw this tee, I was like, Halloween as a force for good -- in the name of reading.  I love that!  I also love Out of Print's retro library card tags:  


The names make me wonder if these people are real and if so, are they still alive?  Take Bob Falcone. Maybe he had a fatal pumpkin carving accident since he checked out 101 Ways to Woo Your Cousin instead of How to Carve a Pumpkin.  What's he up to this Halloween?  Haunting a library?  Or surprising people, Psycho style, in the shower?

On that unsettling note, have a safe and happy Halloween.  Steer clear of razor blade Reese Cups.  

And Bob.

Saturday, October 31, 2020

Halloween Scene Scream

This year, Halloween looks a little bit different.  For one thing, there's no big bowl of candy (sorry, kiddies), just a few token treats for the husband and me.  They're Reese's cups in the shape of, yes, bats.  Which is as fitting as it gets, I guess, when it comes to pandemic eats. 


Another thing that's different is that the husband and I are showing off our costumes on House Party instead of at my parents' Halloween party.  This morning, I scarfed down an extra large dry (thanks to that no-show Walmart grocery delivery order) bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch to empty box number 2.  (It was a tough job, but someone had to do it.)  It was the husband who had the idea to turn the boxes into masks.  He's been harboring empty box number 1 in the pantry for weeks.


Something that hasn't changed this year is our favorite festive amphibian.  Corona can't stop Kermit.  Even if he is stuck in a spider web instead of wedged in a wine glass.  The husband and I think that it's important to mix things up.  When crisis strikes, it's the children who suffer.  


And that, as the mummy said, is a wrap!  Compared to greeting trick-or-treaters and crashing a monster mash bash, it's a subpar way to celebrate spooky.  But all in all not so bad when the creepiest thing going's a cough.  So, sit back, eat more than your fair share of candy, and enjoy the silver lining of not having woken up to a tp'd yard this year.

Happy Halloween!  

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Sera Sera, The Last Hurrah: Signing On for Summer's Send-off

Top: ELLE, Kohl's; Skirt: Vylette, Kohl's

LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's

Top: Marshalls; Skirt: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's

From top to bottom: Modcloth; LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's; Betsey Johnson
Top: Marshalls; Dress: Kohl's

Old Navy

Sunglasses: Mudd, Kohl's

Yellow Feathered Friend Heart Barrette

Top: Rewind, Kohl's

Lucky Brand, Zulily

Betsey Johnson, Amazon

Top: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's; Clip: Capelli, ULTA

As you know, today, or possibly tomorrow, marks the first day of fall.  (The internet was unclear.)  But either way, it's the point of no return.  It's when the days start to get cooler and shorter, distracting us with pumpkin pie and flannel shirts until we're too full and cozy to notice that winter's veil has descended.  Okay, so that's a little dramatic.  But summer is my favorite season, and I always find it tough to let go.  So I thought, what better way to seal the deal than in an old-fashioned letter?  And also, while I'm at it, to share my favorite old school summer outfits.  So here it goes.

Dear Summer,

I'm sorry, as The Mamas and the Papas song says, that all your leaves are brown -- or soon will be.   Also, that I'll no longer hear the sound of your ice cream truck so cheerfully cranking out "The Entertainer."  Even though I never chased it for fear of looking stupid and also of being saddled with a corona cone.  Still, we had some good times.  Like when we got takeout crab cakes from that tourist trap restaurant.  Or when, after weeks of teasing us with raspberry chocolate chip and plain vanilla ice cream, Walmart finally delivered chocolate peanut butter.  Yes, both of those memories are about food, but we take our good times where we can.  Nevertheless, I'll also miss your lovely scenery, especially your wedding gown of a white snowball tree, your vibrant green grass, and your robin's egg blue sky.  They're burned in my memory, unlike the sunburn that I never got, or the funnel cake I never ate (both good things, by the way, as funnel cake smells like burnt carnies).  So have a long winter's nap and take care of yourself, and next year I'll see you again.   

Love and Lollipops Popsicles,
Tracy
     

That's better.  Now I feel like I have some closure.  

And also that I can settle in and enjoy some of that pumpkin pie.

Monday, November 14, 2011

From the Archives: Something Old and Tasty





Dress: Macy's
Tee: So, Kohl's
Shoes: Journeys
Bag: Nahui Ollin

I'm not talking about a Reese's cup stuck beneath my couch cushion.  Just some drive-through-themed neck candy I made for myself last winter.  I may have even posted it here at the time. (With all the frivolity that goes on, who can say?)  Anyway, I just really liked this outfit and thought I would share.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

I Scream You Scream We All Scream for Ice Cream


Today is the first official day of summer, and as we all know, summer means . . . ice cream! When the bf and I moved to Brigantine, I vowed to keep at least one box of ice cream sandwiches, ice pops, frozen fruit bars, or what have you in the freezer year round. (Not because the bf is some kind of frozen-treat-obsessed ogre, but because I thought it would add that special something to domestic life. And, of course, because I've always hearted popsicles :) So, in honor of the beginning of the most sensational season of the year, I stopped off at the grocery store and picked up this selection of sun-slaking snacks.

What's your freezer case favorite?

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Decadent Peanut Butter Pie


About two weeks ago, the bf was thumbing through the Red Plum coupon circular when he suddenly exclaimed, "I want to eat this right now!" I walked over to see what all the fuss was about and wasn't surprised to see a full-color wedge of chocolate peanut butter pie photographed next to a recipe and a coupon for Skippy peanut butter and Smucker's hot fudge ice cream topping. I took the page and tucked it into my recipe box, fully intending to make the pie the following weekend.

This, of course, did not happen.

But the pie was never far from my mind. I even went ahead and bought the ingredients during my weekly grocery shopping trip. The bf, after all, is a man who is serious about his desserts, and I did not want to disappoint. (Although to be honest, I'm pretty serious about desserts myself.)

Last Thursday evening presented the perfect opportunity to finally make it. (Even if it was, ironically, because I'd taken a half day from work to go to the dentist.) As I began putting together the ingredients, I discovered that I hadn't bought a big enough tub of Cool Whip, which meant no fluffy white top layer. (I'd used all I had to soften up the rich peanut butter and cream cheese filling.) No matter. I compensated with extra chocolate sauce and a trio of Reese cups, once again personalizing a recipe with my own error-induced spin.

I was finishing up when my sister called. "It sounds like a party over there," she said, presumably on account of the ever-blaring TV. "It's always a party over here," I quipped, to which the bf good-naturedly added, "Yeah, a party for your arteries!"

I don't think I need to say that laughter ensued.

If you want to start your own party, then here's how to do it. And if you don't want to invite your arteries, then you can use low-fat or fat-free peanut butter, cream cheese, chocolate sauce, pie crust, and Cool Whip. But it won't taste as good. (For the record, I did my tiny part by using reduced fat cream cheese.)

Ingredients:

1 cup peanut butter, plus 2 tablespoons, divided
1 (8 oz) package cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup sugar
1 12-oz container Cool Whip, divided
1 prepared chocolate pie crust
1 11.5-oz jar hot fudge ice cream topping, divided

Directions:

Beat together 1 cup peanut butter, cream cheese, and sugar in a large bowl on High until well combined. Gently mix in 3 cups Cool Whip until thoroughly combined. Spoon mixture into pie crust. Using a spatula, smooth mixture to edges of pie.

(From this point on is where I sort of checked out. I just spread the fudge over the the peanut butter, plunked down the Reese cups, and shoved the whole thing in the fridge. But I typed up the real directions in case you want to do this the right way, fancy drizzled topping and all.) Reserve 2 tablespoons of hot fudge topping in the corner of a resealable food storage bag; set aside. Microwave remaining topping on High for 1 minute. Stir. Spread topping over pie, covering entire peanut butter layer. Refrigerate until set. Spread remaining Cool Whip over fudge layer, being careful not to mix the two layers.

Cut a small corner from the bag containing the fudge. Squeeze bag to drizzle topping over pie. Place remaining 2 tablespoons of peanut butter in a resealable food storage bag; cut bag corner and squeeze to drizzle in opposite direction from topping. Refrigerate until ready to serve.

I must say that this pie lived up to its name, as it was, in fact, decadent. But I didn't let that scare me off. It was so tasty that I ended up eating more of it than the bf. :)

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Why, How Kitschy of You!

Blue Candy Wrapper Bangle

Large Fast Food Tote

Bright Lights Corsage Necklace

It's no surprise that I like to describe my Tote Trove items as kitschy. To me, the word encompasses all that is quirky, outside of the box, and colorful (both in appearance and personality). At least it did until now.

Driven by no other motivator than boredom, I decided to Google the word one day. Here's a sampling of what came up:

"Art using popular culture icons, mass-produced objects; means "worthless" in German."

"Art characterized by sentimental, often pretentious poor taste. It is typically clumsy, repetitive, cheesy and slickly commercial."

"Pretentious, low-quality work which is "thrown together"."

Oh, my. Turns out that "kitschy" is not exactly the cute descriptor I though it to be. I mean, "clumsy," "slickly commercial," "low-quality," and "worthless" have such ugly, negative connotations. But then again, "pretentious" isn't so bad. If by pretentious they mean an abundance of rhinestones proclaiming awesomeness.

You know what? I've decided to make my peace with this. Because one person's poor taste is another person's weirdly appealing. And I'm all about the weirdness.