Another milestone happens in my life today! Today is the day I get the chaperone my first ever field trip for Atticus’ kindergarten trip to the Staten Island Zoo. And that means I get to see…….
I don’t know what this eagle’s name is (I call him Petey), but bald eagle and I are total BFFs. Every time I go to the Staten Island Zoo this guy will fly down from whatever perch he’s on to come look at me like he’s all hard, and I’m all “Awwwww Petey! Who’s a cutie pie? YOU are! Yes you are! Yes you are!”. Then Petey’s like:
….because he’s from Staten Island and all, and he’s got to look like a tough guy. I’m not fooled. This bird freaking loves me.
So point is, I’m going to hit the zoo today, all the animals will flock around me, and I’m going to win the title of “coolest mom ever”. Or “first mom eaten by a bald eagle on a field trip”. Either or.
Now business stuff- if you’re out of New York City and want us to ship you our flourless Passover brownies, you need to place your order online TODAY for them to ship out 2-day on Wednesday. For those of you in NYC you can contact us directly for them- we’ll be delivering next Monday. And of course- today’s cupcakes!
Bea Arthur: Black coffee chocolate cake, cheesecake buttercream, espresso ganache
Duckwalk: Vanilla cake, blueberry port mascarpone buttercream, port simmered blueberries
Estelle Getty: Amaretto cake, cheesecake buttercream, crushed amaretti cookies
Milk & Cookies: Brown sugar chocolate chip cake, mascarpone buttercream, crushed chocolate chip cookies
The only movie I saw in theaters last year was “Brave”. Last “grown up” movie I saw in theaters was For Your Consideration in 2006. Yet every year I watch the Oscars, and have REALLY STRONG FEELINGS about it.
This year, biggest feelings in this house was about the Diet Coke commercial. Rrrrrrraaaawwwwwrrrrrr.
For the young’uns that follow us, these are the commercials Diet Coke used to show when I was a teenager:
YES YES YES.
WHY WAS IT NOT TOO HOT FOR PANTS.
So last night THIS masterpieceflashes across my television screen mid-Oscar, my jaw drops open and I don’t know what happened for the next couple of minutes because I must of zoned out, but when I came to Matt was PISSED.
Every day, I see hundreds of women objectified to sell everything from beer to crackers. And one company- ONE- allows me to objectify a man from the comfort of my couch? I say: BRING IT. I will drink diet soda by the palletful if this continues, regardless if it’s turining into cyanide or other mysterious substances in my digestive tract and slowly dissolving me from within!
But Matt still has a problem with it. He says its degrading and disrespectful, that it reeks of desperation when a company is willing to stoop so low as to need to trot out a half naked man to sell its product, and that I’m as bad as any sexist man out there when I ogle a Diet Coke guy.
Whatever- I think he’s just jealous. Enjoy your Monday, everyone!
Friday afternoon with my dad at his house in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn
Dad: So this book, when’s this happening?
Me: It’s coming out next fall, Dad. Next year.
Dad: You gotta write it?
Me: Yes dad. That’s usually how it works when you get a book deal.
Dad: You gotta write a whole freaking book? You know how to do that?
Me: Why do you think I got a deal in the first place?
Dad: I don’t know how this works! So you wrote it already?
Me: No, I wrote the proposal. Remember all that stuff I was talking about nonstop for the past six months?
Dad: Eh, I don’t pay attention to everything you’re talking about.
Me: Ok. So I wrote pretty much a really long book report on the book.
Dad: But the book doesn’t exist.
Me: It doesn’t exist YET. I’m writing it.
Dad: Heh heh heh- so you conned these people into giving you a check for a book that doesn’t exist.
Me: No, dad. You tell them what the books going to be about, why you think it will sell, how you promote and market it etc etc, then they decide whether to take the risk on it. That’s how it works. I didn’t con anyone.
Dad: So now you gotta write it.
Me: Yup! I’ve got the rest of the year to write the book. I’ve got the outline all done and a few small chapters, and I just need to fill the whole thing in.
Dad: Uh-huh. So now what happens if you don’t finish? They sue you or what?
Me: Ummm….I’m writing the book.
Dad: Yeah, I know, I know. But what if you f*** it up and don’t finish, then what?
Me: I’m not going to f*** it up.
Dad: But what if you do? You’e never written a book before.
Me: Dad, I got this.
Dad: Yeah, well, you f***ing better. You don’t want to piss these people off. You don’t want them suing you or some crap.
Me: (facepalm) Dad. I know. I have worked really hard on this. Now can you just be happy for me.
Dad: I’m happy for you! I really am! Just you better have a plan in case you f*** up and can’t write a book. And watch your ass with these people.
Happy Monday everyone! Hope your weekend was just as awesome!
Clockwise from front: Bea Arthur, Duckwalk, Milk & Cookies, Butterbeer
Bea Arthur: Black coffee chocolate cake, cheesecake buttercream, espresso ganache
Duckwalk: Blueberry port soaked cake, blueberry port mascarpone buttercream, port simmered blueberries
Milk & Cookies: Brown sugar chocolate chip cake, mascarpone buttercream, crushed chocolate chip cookies
Yesterday we got our first ever school portraits of our boys, and they are so adorable I totally cried. They’re both sitting at their little preschool desks with their hands folded, looking wide-eyed off into the distance…..really, there’s only one way it could have been better:
I say this without an iota of facetiousness- whenever I see a laser background I get butterflies, because there will always be a little part of me that thinks that this truly was the coolest thing that has ever existed. I don’t know if this background has been discontinued, but if it has, I urge all of you to pester the School Portrait Photographers Council to reinstate the lasers. Truly, one of the things that makes America great.
This week we passed 12,000 direct subscribers to this blog, and have tens of thousands more visit us directly. When I started writing I honestly didn’t think anyone but my mother was reading this, so I am completely floored we’ve reached these numbers, and incredibly grateful for it. But the realization of how popular this blog has become and how it continues to grow bigger every day makes me think that as much as I am tempted to show you all the school pictures so you can all bask in how ridiculously good looking our kids are and how obvious it is that Matt and I have superior genetics, I’ve decided that for now I don’t want to share pictures of my kids. They’re going to hate me enough one day for sharing stories about them on the blog and my assorted writing- the least I can do is try to keep them somewhat anonymous so they’re not “internet famous” before they’re ready. If they decide they want to be a part of it one day that’s fine, but it will be their choice and not me Mama Rose-ing them.
Now I know I got your guys all psyched up for school pics, and you’re all just dying to see some right now! I mean, who wouldn’t be! I feel bad that I led you on a bit just to let you down, but I think I’ve come up with a great consolation.
My BFF Danny Macaroons with lasers AND lightning. It’s also his birthday today and I’m hoping this picture can count as his present, because I’m not buying him anything.
This is obviously the type of quality material that has brought us 12,000 Tumblr subscribers.
Thank you all for subscribing, following our adventures as we’ve grown, and supporting us. We’re happy you’re here.
Clockwise from front: S’Mores, Bananas Foster, Ebinger, Milk & Cookies
I was planning on writing a big, quirky Tumblr post just for Leap Day, but today (Tuesday) has been one of the loooooongest days of my life, starting at 6am and involving lots of running around Manhattan like a crazy person. I’m totally burnt and need to go to bed, so you’re all going to have to wait another four years for the post. Sorry.
By this point, you know how much I hate taking pass days on the blog, but I always like to put something up to make you smile. So here’s an adorable cat!
What do you mean “Cats Again”?
Not true! Or at least, not every single time. But cats are the single most popular thing on the internet, so we get tons of hits and reblogs from it. I mean, I doubt people really care or even notice…..
Well maybe I’m TIRED, cat!!! Maybe I’m, you know, wasting all my energy raising two kids and, you know, running a freaking business!!!
I’m TIRED! I’m trying!
Ok, fine. If I don’t have my A-game today, and stupid jerk face cats won’t cover for me, then I’m just going to have to use the second most viewed thing on the internet.
Next Wednesday is our first ever PEOPLE’S CHOICE day, where you can select from some of our favorite flavors we introduced in 2011! So get voting already!
Now onto today’s flavors- these are the FINAL flavors you’ll find at Union Square Market, where you’ll be able to pick up your last minute gifts and Christmas cupcakes from 10-9 today, and 10-4pm Christmas Eve! Our shop at DeKalb is closing at 4pm Christmas Eve as well. We’re closed Christmas Day and are taking Monday off from deliveries, so we’ll see you all next Wednesday!
Hot Buttered Rum: Butter rum soaked cake, butter rum buttercream and drizzle
The Hansel: Gingerbread cake, white chocolate pudding, speculoos buttercream, white chocolate dipped gingerbread cookie
Chocolate Panforte: Chocolate cake, mascarpone buttercream, homemade Italian panforte
Milk & Cookies: Brown sugar chocolate chip cake, mascarpone buttercream, chocolate chip cookies
Robicelli’s at Union Square Holiday Market: C34
Robicelli’s at DeKalb Market: Corner of Flatbush & Willoughby, Downtown Brooklyn
Cafe at Sam’s Bakery: 94th Street off Third Avenue, Bay Ridge
Aloha Grinds: 76th and Third Ave, Bay Ridge
Bagel Schmagel: 76th and Third Ave, Bay Ridge
Crespella: Seventh Ave off 9th Street, Park Slope
Tazza: Clark Street off Henry AND Henry off Atlantic, Brooklyn Heights
Blue Apron Foods: Union Street off 7th Avenue, Park Slope
Brooklyn Standard: Nassau & Jewel, Greenpoint
Cake Shop: Ludlow St btwn Stanton & Rivington, LES
Queen City Cupcakes: 62 West Main Street, Patchogue, Long Island
Red Hook Lobster Pound: Van Brunt Street, Red Hook; Brooklyn Flea; Roving Food Truck (Whoopie Pies Only)
Who’s done with their holiday shopping? NOT ME! I spent so much time concentrating on what to get my kids that I totally forgot there are other people in my life I need to shop for. I’m sure there’s lots of you in the same boat, so I put together a little gift guide for you.
1: Robicelli’s Brownie/Whoopie Pie Gift Boxes: This is what I give most of my family members every year. Seriously, what the hell does my 56 year old aunt with 3 grown kids need from me? A vase? Wind chimes? Does anyone really need freaking wind chimes from a relative they see once a year?
Here’s what’s awesome about food gifts:
-You don’t need to dust them. You eat them, they’re gone, you have room for a new gift next year. Everyone already has enough crap in their houses- they don’t need more.
-They work for the whole family. My aunt’s got 3 kids from 13 to 24. Now I COULD buy separate gifts for the 3 boys, my aunt, and her husband. OR I can give them a giant box with 3 dozen brownies that they can stick in their freezer and all go to town on for the next few months.
-They’re a good gift for everyone. Whether it’s a close relative, a relative you barely know, a neighbor, a doorman, a coworker, or your first cousin’s weirdo boyfriend you’ve never met who’s coming to Christmas for the first time- food’s a great blanket gift that makes anyone happy.
-Nobody has to “pretend” to like brownies. You know when someone you barely know gets you another basket of assorted shower gels and you have to do that whole awkward “Oh thank you! I really needed this- I’m never, you know, smelling good, and I was really hoping someone would give me some apple shower gel to fix it- you’re so thoughtful!” moment. No one wants to be told they’re smelly on Christmas. Sweets? You don’t have to fake liking that.
2. Robicelli’s Hot Cocoa Mix: Same as all that stuff I talked about above, but in liquid form. And hot.
3. The First Annual Grand Prairie Rabbit Festival by Ken Wheaton:
Mr. Wheaton is a fan of ours, and I’ve been promising myself that I would read his book for over a year now. Finally last week, I was in need of a new book and remembered to buy it. And I feel so incredibly stupid it took me this long because it was without question one of the most amazing books I’ve ever read in my entire life. Better than “The Babysitter’s Club”.
If you saw me this morning at Union Square with my nose in a book, blowing off work and simultaneously laughing and crying, it’s all Mr. Wheaton’s fault. I did not want to put it down, and I didn’t want to let the story go, but I had to finish it. And it was so good that when I got on the train tonight, I turned back to page one and started reading it again.
Plus, there’s recipes for gumbo and etouffee in the back, and who doesn’t like those? So if you know anyone who likes reading, who likes laughing, loves travel or food or just likes to smile, you should buy them this book. Then buy a copy for yourself, read it, and then find me so we can talk about how great it was. Maybe we can meet up for gumbo too- that stuff is delicious.
And if any of you have written a book I should read, let me know! I’m always looking for a good one.
4. A Lion:
Who wouldn’t want a lion? Who doesn’t respect a dude riding a lion?
5: Tauntaun Sleeping Bag:
If you don’t know what this is or agree that this is the coolest thing ever, I don’t know if we can be friends.
How have you been? Did you have a nice summer? How is your wife? I have been extra good this year, so here is the long list of presents I want this year. Please note the size and color of each item, and send as many as possible. If it seems too complicated, make it easy on yourself: just send money. How about tens and twenties?
1. Tickets to “Sleep No More”. I’ve been asking all year, Santa, and I’ve been extra EXTRA good just for this, so please make it happen. My kids get everything, and that’s fine- I love them to death and would give them the whole world if I could. And I have forfeited Christmas and birthday gifts for the past few years so we could save money and throw everything we had back into the business. And I would have no problem skipping another year, except I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT TO SEE THIS SHOW.
And please promise me that it’s even more awesome than I think it is, because I hate it when I get so utterly hopelessly stoked for something and it doesn’t live up to expectation. Maybe I have high standards, maybe I expect too much. I’m a woman, gaddamn it! I will never be happy with anything!! ANYTHING!!!
2. LASIK Surgery. Actually, I hate surgery, so if I can just wake up with 20/20 vision, that would be sweet. I’m sick of walking into doors in the middle of the night on account of my blindness.
3. A Really Big Steak. Just keep this on every list I ever send you. There will never, ever be a day this doesn’t make me deliriously happy. I prefer a bone-in ribeye, with a perfectly charred outside and a juicy medium rare center. I also request that I be able to eat this steak with my bare hands and making whatever primal grunts or coos that I deem necessary without judgement.
4. Center Ice Rangers Seats. I don’t get to follow hockey anymore because of that whole “raising young kids while running a small business” thing, but I miss it a lot. If you can just talk Atticus & Toby to sitting down and watching one full game with me instead of forcing me to change the channel to “Yo Gabba Gabba”, that really would be just as good. And if we could all be eating steaks- WIN!
5. Jem Dolls. Yes, I had ALL of them when I was six, and yes, we gave ALL of them away. And yes, I now understand in adulthood that the show was actually created by Hasbro, and the entire Jem series was nothing but a really long commercial. I should be too smart for this. Yet I started Tivoing the old cartoon (it’s on the HUB network!), and within the first five minutes, I was on Ebay trying to track down all the dolls again. Their hair was sooooo pretty.
And if we can’t make the dolls happen, can we at least guarantee that Matt won’t laugh at me when I sing and dance during all the musical numbers? I still do a mean “Glitter and Gold”.
6. Another Steak.
7. The Ability to Understand Why Chicks Like Shoes So Much. I have been trying, Santa. I’ve been trying for 31 years- I just don’t freaking get it. Who’s looking at your feet! Seriously! I wear the same pair of chef shoes every day, and have been wearing chef shoes for almost 10 years. I feel like maybe I’m missing out on something, but I really, really just don’t get shoes at all, and all I want is to fit in one girl’s night.
8. Big Apple Circus Tickets. Here’s a true story: when I was 8, my parents took my sister and I to the Big Apple Circus and we loved it. Wouldn’t stop talking about it. The next year they took us again, and it wasn’t as great. They tried this whole “wild west” theme that we didn’t like, the jokes weren’t as funny…..it’s just like I was saying in the “Sleep No More” part: sometimes when you look forward to something so much, it just can’t possibly live up.
We left the big top and my parents asked us how we liked the circus, and we told them it was horrible. And that’s when they FLIPPED THE F*** OUT ON US. My father started screaming at us at the top of his lungs as we got into the car, how we were spoiled and ungrateful, and how dare we not like the circus! If they were buying us tickets to something, we sure as hell better like it!
Now, I was grounded a lot as a kid- like just about every weekend. Sometimes I deserved it. And sometimes I couldn’t go out to play for two weeks because I didn’t like the circus enough. That’s one of those things I have never let my dad forget about.
This year is the last one for Grandma the Clown, who I fell in love with at that first circus as a girl, and have had a soft spot for my entire life. Matt and I decided that the boys were old enough to go to the circus for the first time and planned on buying them tickets for Christmas. And then once we picked our seats in the last row, added on all the tax, “convenience” charges etc, we were looking at a bill close to $300 for the four of us.
So dad, um…..yeah, I’m really sorry for not liking the circus. And if you know of any coupon codes, Santa, that would be pretty nice.
9. A Robot Army To Do My Bidding. There are really too many areas of my life where there’s some sort of problem that could EASILY be solved by a robot. Like the other night at Union Square and I couldn’t leave my booth but really wanted a burrito from Dos Toros?
How smart is this. Really, Santa.
10. A Week With My Husband and Kids. We don’t have to be in Hawaii or on a cruise or even out of the house. I’ll take one full week where we do nothing but hang out in our pajamas and play Duplo blocks and Super Mario World, eat take-out and have cuddling parties. Truth is, Santa, I already have everything I have ever wanted in the world with these three guys. I just want more of it.
Though you know what would make my family even better? A robot butler.
When I got home at 10:30 tonight all amped up to dive into a big pile of paperwork, I found Atticus (the four year old) not only up, but completely wired. I took TWO HOURS to get him down. Mind you, there was no sleeping late today, no naps- just pure adrenaline. Now it’s 2am, I’m ridiculously behind on my normal crap, and I need to be up at 7am tomorrow. Living the dream!
Quick notes of what I wanted to talk about today:
HOLIDAY ORDERING: We’re now taking orders for holiday parties, corporate gifts, offices, and Christmas Day. Hannukah ordering will be up tomorrow night once I finalize the last few items for the menu- head on over to Facebook to give me suggestions. I could use them.
BUT ALLISON, WHAT ABOUT ALL THOSE FANCY GIFT BOXES I’M SEEING AT UNION? HOW DO I ORDER THOSE?: Tell my kids to go to sleep on time so I can get the ordering page up. They’re having a sleepover at Grandma & Papas house tomorrow night, so I should get it done by Saturday morning.
ANYTHING SPECIAL FOR THIS WEEKEND?: We’re going to the Bust Craftacular, and we’re bringing cupcakes, brownies, whoopies, and our hot cocoa. And in true Robicelli’s fashion, we’re going to do something nuts, because we can and are drunk with power. DRUNK WITH IT!
WAS THAT SOME SORT OF CODE SAYING YOU’RE SPIKING THE COCOA?: No. But if you want to bring a hip flask of bourbon, I’m not judging you. *Note: Robicelli’s LLC and all associated companies do not endorse smuggling booze, hooch, or fun-time juice into the Bust Craftacular, Union Square Holiday Market, or any other venue. And for legal purposes, we ARE judging you.
WHEN WILL PACKAGES OF COCOA TO MAKE AT HOME BE ON SALE FOR US TO BUY? It will be debuting this weekend at Craftacular, and will go to Union Square & DeKalb next week.
CAN I ALSO PLACE A CORPORATE ORDER FOR BAGS OF COCOA AS A GIFT? Yup. We’re gifting cocoa, brownies, and whoopie pies this year. Give us a call or shoot us an email to start setting up your order, and we can delivery the whole shebang to your office.
I HAVE OTHER QUESTIONS THAT HAVEN’T BEEN ANSWERED! HOW DO I MAKE THAT HAPPEN? Facebook. Twitter. And if you follow us there, you get access to our special December deals. So, you know, DO IT.
WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE CUPCAKE TODAY? I hate answering that question when we’re in seasonal mode. Port Poached Pear will only be around for another few weeks, as will Hansel and Chocolate Candy Cane. Milk and Cookies is new today, and it’s awesome. Just keep in mind that most of what you’re seeing for the next few weeks will disappear right after Christmas, so no matter how much you beg us, you’re going to have to wait another year for them. Perhaps you should get them all?
Clockwise from front: Port Poached Pear, Hansel, Chocolate Candy Cane, Milk & Cookies
NEW! Milk & Cookies: Brown sugar chocolate chip cake, mascarpone buttercream, chopped chocolate chip cookies
Port Poached Pear: Pear cake, vanilla buttercream, port poached pear, port reduction