As I’m sure I’m mentioned once or twice or a thousand times before; I love going to blog events. Conference, meet–up, PR schmooze fest… I don’t discriminate. My fellow bloggers are my people– my over–sharing, nerdy kinfolk.
Amongst all the stuff I find myself attending, the bestest of them all is the quad–yearly Bloggers Brunch. Which has now been extended to include the Social Mums Say events. (Long story, short– you don’t have to be a blogger to go to this one. Register here).
I get to catch up with people I worship and adore daily through the screen. On this occasion– fresh and sparkly and still very firmly in my Melbourne bubble– I got to eat, drink and play with MagnetoBoldToo, Toushka Lee Who’s Even Shorter Than Me, Thing Who Is With Stuff, and my lovely Jo from Chicken Bees.
One thing we get to do at these events is eat. Lots. Because eating is awesome.
As you may have picked from the jellybean decor, my irrational fear of vegetables or indiscriminate hate of seafood… I’m really not a health–food kind of chick. (To the amusement of most everyone I know… The Most Awesome Man In The Universe is, of course, a vegetarian).
So when I discovered that Philadelphia was one of the brands we’d be meeting with at the Bloggers Brunch last year, I was initially so much less than enthused that I stashed a couple of lollipops in my handbag, just in case. Because, in all honesty, all I could think was… cream cheese. Which is about number 12 on my (long) list of things I really, really don’t like eating.
So I was more than happily surprised to discover… cake. A whole table of cake.
A whole table of cake covered in chocolate.
While I’m slightly better with baking (making sweet stuff I can stuff my gob with) than actual cooking (making boring or evil foods such as vegetables), I still suck at making cheesecake. Which was, as far as I knew the only sweet stuff you could make with Philadelphia. In fact, the last cheesecake I attempted was a unset, kind of sweet, sloppy mush studded with hard little cubes of re–set gelatine.
The Philly ladies assure me that cheesecake is not actually that difficult. And even if it was, I wouldn’t necessarily have to make one. There is, apparently, a whole range of product destined to shift Philadelphia’s status from ’boring and healthy, to be eaten with rabbit food’ to ’oh my goodness look at that cake!’
And, in celebration of that, we have all stuffed our faces with delicious Philly desserts, in the most unladylike fashion, for the last three or four functions in a row. They are that good.
I think there’s a recipe I’m supposed to be sharing with you here. But, really, in the spirit of RRSAHM, I should probably just let you in on my recently discovered, super decadent, ridiculously easy and simple dessert idea.
Step one: Take one tub of chocolate Philly icing.
Step Two: Locate spoon.
Step three: Eat straight from the tub until you are so full you can barely hardly move.
Because, sad but true– that happens to be the way I cook.
This awesome Social Mums Say wrap up sponsored by Philadelphia. For more Philly inspired recipes visit www.philly.com.au