Thursday, July 29, 2010
I am a special education teacher who has a dream and Funky Munky was started to support my teaching habit. (o: I have never been to culinary school nor have I taken a cooking class. My experience comes from trial and error, honest taste testers, my mom, and my grangie. I really don’t know what brioche is and I am intimidated by a culinary blowtorch. (Images of my hair on fire spring to mind) I may not be all of those things but let me tell you what I am.
I am a Texas gal who isn’t afraid to take on a challenge. I am a wife, mother, sister, and daughter. I am fearless in my flavor combinations and have the courage to say “Ew! That’s disgusting!” , trash the whole thing and start over. (baking soda in salmon patties, not a good combination) I am the girl who started a baking company without thinking twice about it. I am the girl who will bring the party to your mouth. (keep the thoughts clean please)
My mom taught me to make something out of nothing and my grangie taught me how to get around in the kitchen. It is because of these two women that I will mix cayenne and beer with chocolate. I am artistic by nature and have converted that to baking. I refuse to do something that has been done, so all of my works have my own little spin on them. I am quirky and funky, I have a hard time staying in the lines when I color, and if you tell me that I can’t I will show you that I can.
You may think, “Why Funky Munky Cookies”? Well let me tell you why. In my family all of the kids are referred to as monkeys. My son looked exactly like the drunken spider monkey on Dr. Doolittle, no joke. I found the stamp of the two monkeys and saw my son and daughter. The funky comes from me cause that’s just what I am. You may be wondering what my goal is with this? Of course it’s to make Funky Munky Cookies a household name, to carve out my spot in the culinary world. Culinary expert, no way, but I know food and I know people. I am an expert on what makes people happy and that’s what is going to make Funky Munky Cookies explode!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
These were for my husband on Father's Day. They represent all of the things he really likes. The hamburger helper hand and number 33 represents his favorite Nascar driver Clint Bowyer. The Old No 7 is his favorite whiskey and that crazy looking thing is suppose to be a wild boar. Of course the golf represents golf. My favorites out of this set are the hamburger helper hand and golf cookies.
It is quite funny that his driver is sponsored by Hamburger Helper. I bet you are thinking why. Well let me tell you! When we were first married, almost 19 years ago, all I knew how to make was Hamburger Helper. I was very proud of myself. I was 17 and making dinner for my husband every night. I mean we were eating gourmet meals! :o)
My wonderful husband put up with it for about 3 years and then stood up and proclaimed, "NO MORE HAMBURGER HELPER! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" To this day he refuses to eat it. I was so hurt when he did this. However, due to this I was forced to move out of my comfort zone. Now I am a bonafide advanced foodie!