DIY: Pumpkin Spice Latte & Chai

   

Earlier this month, Starbucks put the infamous Pumpkin Spice Latte back on the menu. After a somewhat frightening experience of customers realizing we finally had this drink and 1000% of them ordering it, I thought it'd be fun to try and make my own Pumpkin Syrup and share it with all you cray cray PSL fanatics. Since I have access to the Starbucks syrup, I was able to make my homemade version taste almost the same (if not better), and for less money, less calories (24 cal. per tbsp), and less chemicals. After trial and error, I finally came up with my best version of Pumpkin Syrup:

Ingredients:

1/2 cp. Granulated Sugar (I used Organic Brown granulated sugar)

1/4 cp. Brown Sugar

4 tbsp. Libby's canned pumpkin puree

1/2 tsp.Nutmeg

1/2 tsp.Cloves

1 Cinnamon Stick

Optional: 1/4 tsp. of Ginger if you want it a bit spicier. I liked it better without.

Recipe:

1) Add water and sugar to a small pan and wait for it to boil (it boils quickly!).
2) Reduce it to a simmer and add in the other ingredients
3) Stir occasionally for five minutes
4) Let is stand & cool for 10 minutes
5) Store in air-tight container and keep for up to three weeks!

Pumpkin Spice Latte:

For those of you who don't know, a latte (as well as all espresso drinks), is primarily steamed milk, with shots of espresso in it. Since I don't own a steam wand or espresso machine, I improvised. I would add as much syrup as you want, but 2 tbsp was enough for me. 

Ingredients:

-Milk

-Coffee 

-Pumpkin Syrup

Recipe:

1) Fill most of your mug with milk and either microwave or boil it.

2) Add a splash of coffee to taste (or if you have an espresso machine, put in a shot)

3) Add 2 tbsp. of the syrup and bring it to a boil on the stove!

Pumpkin Chai:

One of my favorite drinks is a chai tea latte, and I'm happy to say that this Pumpkin Chai is SO extremely delicious. I feel like I am drinking Fall (you'll understand once you try it) and it gives me insta-comfort. I've worked at two different coffee shops, and at one they used hot water mixed with chai, and the other used steamed milk. I prefer the milk because it is much creamier and sweeter (milk sweetens as it is steamed or warmed up). For the chai, I use Oregon Chai Original Concetrate. You can buy this from almost any grocery store- I bought mine at my local Kroger. 

Ingredients:

-Oregon Chai (I bought the Chai Tea Original concentrate at my local Kroger)

-Milk

-Pumpkin Syrup

Recipe:

1) Fill up your mug with equal parts Chai Concentrate and Milk 

2) Put it in a pan and add 1tbsp. of the PS

3) Bring to a boil

Enjoy friends!

Here's a  a bonus track from Mumford and Son's latest album that I've been listening to lately. It's really beautiful and a bit softer than the rest of their songs:

{Project Life}: for the scrapbook challenged.

My past attempts at scrap-booking have been at best, a place to keep some photos. At worst, mangled pages that look as if a three year old got into some glue and stickers. In fact, it looks like someone with ill intent made those pages- limbs are missing in photos, heads are floating, there are smudges across the page, lots of exclamation points and failed attempts at writing pretty. I swear I was just trying to preserve memories in a creative way and not make it look as if I wanted to murder all of my friends.

I am definitely craft-challenged. For awhile, my inability to scrapbook made me scoff at those who successfully scrapbooked: 

"It's SO lame when people try to take cool pictures and make cool memories and stuff ."

"I have like a thousand better things to do- like play Nancy Drew computer games with my best friend and eat cheese." 

Ah yes, to be completely self-unaware.

I now embrace my inability to be crafty and have found a rather easy way to scrapbook.

I'd like to share.

One of my best friends and roommates from college, Rachel, is probably the most crafty person I know.  Although she'd be able to make a blank scrapbook page look like magic, she started to use this scrapbooking kit called Project Life. It's seriously the easiest thing for someone like me. I'll show pictures of what I've done so far:

You start with a few basic things:

1. A core kit. Most of those pretty pieces of paper came in the core kit and are made specifically for the vellum sheets. The one I am using is the Kraft Core-Kit.

2. Vellum sheets- the reason why this project is so easy. There are various packets of said sheets that have a different array of pockets. This takes the guesswork out of negative space and all of the awkward-ness that follows. 

3. A binder. I don't have one yet, but I might make a binder instead of purchasing one.

If you aren't among the Scrapbooking gods, then I suggest giving this a go. It's easy, fun, and probably better than playing Nancy Drew computer games and eating cheese all day (although somewhat debatable). 

to the mountains we shall go.

Well, it certainly has been a long time since I've written my last post. To all of my fans (which is definitely just Rachel Zahniser-Cranston), I apologize. To everybody else, you're welcome.

So much has happened since April. For starters, I am sitting about 600 miles due East of where I wrote my last post. Before I get into that however, I'll back up even further.

The school year ended at Greenville College, and Michael and I had to say goodbye to a few of our housemates. Several new people moved into Big Blue for the summer, and we shared plenty of good meals, watched plenty of great shows, played many a game of fierce badminton (not so much), ate lots of party potatoes (a Trapp family recipe- it's the best thing that has ever hit my mouth), and celebrated numerous birthdays. 

Michael and I celebrated our one year anniversary in St. Charles, Missouri, and our housemates surprised us with cake and wine when we returned. We vacationed in Pentwater with the Trapps- which is always such a relaxing and fun time. We picked our dear friends Josh and Rachel up from the airport from their year-long stay in Norway. We were able to reunite with old friends and laugh our butts off as usual. We were glad to spend the summer with some new friends as well. I also created and sold a painting. All in all, I'd say it was a mighty fine summer.

But also, we got bed bugs. About a month before we moved, our housemate Carrie found a few bites on her body. And then Haley did as well. And then we started to find them on our stairs. And near our beds. And in our cups. And in our eyeballs. And on our windowsills. And in our couches. 

All of these are true besides one. You decide.

Seriously though, bed bugs are the worst creature you can imagine. They come out at night when their prey is most vulnerable, sense your body heat, and then come suck your blood. Then they leave and crawl back into their stupid little bedbug havens. Since you have no idea where they are exactly living, you then have to assume that they are EVERYWHERE. So, we had to disinfect everything. This meant washing all of our clothes (high heat kills bed bugs) and storing most of them in someone else's garage. It also meant using our car to heat all of my husbands books (which by the way, is so. many.). It also meant spraying all of our items with 90% rubbing alcohol. Michael started to have bad dreams about CVS running out of the alcohol. What a terrible creature. But, it also forced Michael and I to pack up our belongings earlier than expected and be ready for our big move.

My lovely sisters came down for a day and helped Michael and I pack and my parents came a few days later to help us move our stuff to Virginia! My husband's impressive brain has taken him to Virginia Tech to receive his Master's in Philosophy. He was able to get tuition remission as well as a stipend to be a Graduate Teaching Assistant. Yes, I'm allowed to brag about him. If I could high-five his brain, I would. So, we are now living in the beautiful foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, and we seriously couldn't be any happier. We are living in a renovated carriage house on a Bed and Breakfast property, and it is the coolest place that I think we could have found. Here's some pictures:

Oh yes. We love it and all of the rustic charm it has to offer. I'll post soon about some of my favorite details in our little carriage house.

In the first few weeks we were able to spend a weekend with Jordan and Niqui (who just moved to Durham, NC), go to North Carolina and visit Grandpa and Grandma Trapp, finally hang out with the Schade family, and have dinner at Jordan and Niqui's new place. Michael started school and is loving it, and I found a job as a full-time supervisor at Starbucks within two weeks of living here.

We are finding friends through Michael's philosophy program- it has been extremely encouraging how welcoming everybody has been. We've also visited a few churches, and are excited to return to a few of them. To top it all off, we live in a drop dead gorgeous area.

God is good.

Till next time.

Grace & Peace.

{Gratitude}

First, a song by Johnny Flynn for today:

Ah, I have so much to be thankful for.

For our local Creamery and the Chocolate and Cheese Tasting they held in March (SO GOOD)

 For new friendships and the finest of housemates 

                                   
                                            

 For well-known friendships and never ending laughs

 For breathtaking views

 For the two people that know me the best

 For the bodies we have to enjoy snow-shoeing

 For warm campfires and the conversations that take place during 

 For desert mountains with magnificent colors

For conversations with one of my favorites

For this face. And his short-lived fumanchu.

Thanks, Gratitude, for always turning what I have into enough.

Happy Friday friends.

For the Scaredy-Cats

Dear Weather.com,
You are telling me there is a Tornado Watch for my County right at this moment.
I believe you.

It's not a question about if they will form. It is a question about when will I die.

I should probably bring some cans to the basement just in case of an emergency. 

Thanks for always being there for me to encourage my irrational behavior.

                                                                         Best,

                                                                         Kelly

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Real Life stories from Kelly Anne Baker-Trapps life (oh yes, this will be terribly pathetic):

Classic Example #1:

There was a severe thunderstorm while I was at my best friend Caitie's house in 2004. I was 14. I normally love storms, but of course I had to look on the internet to find out whether or not I would make it. Weather.com stated that we were under a Tornado Warning. 

I demanded that we flee to the basement. She laughed, but followed me anyway (I should also mention she was 12 at this time). The sirens went off. I started sprinting towards safety. I dramatically opened her door and flung myself into the fetal position while covering myself with all of her clothes and fluffy objects. 

Classic Example #2:

When I was probably 10,  my hometown was under a Tornado Watch. Most of my family was home, my dad and older brother were watching the storm on our deck, my mom was making dinner and my older sister and her now husband Greg were sitting in the basement watching a movie (not because of the weather). Naturally, I was making shelter in the back room. Since I had tinier arms, I had to make several trips to the pantry to get all of the necessary items. Cans, fruit, gallons of water, blankets, pillows, my blanket, and flashlights.  At any rate, I had to walk past them to get to my unbreakable shelter. I remember them laughing at me and telling me it wasn't a big deal. How could they? Of course they would have to thank me after I would save their butts.It is clear who the sane person in the situation was.

Classic Example #3:

LAST YEAR. My roommate Caitlin and I were sitting in our apartment talking, but I was very distracted by the ominous sky outside. I quickly looked on weather.com and it told us that a tornado was spotted. NO. This would be the time that a tornado would kill me. 

Obviously. 

I convinced Caitlin of our untimely demise, so we grabbed our college mattresses and jumped in the tub and threw those springy life savers over our heads. 

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My friend Wes just walked into my living room and I said, "WILL YOU STAY HERE SINCE THERE IS A TORNADO WATCH." Clearly the more people that are around me, the more calm I become.

He said,"No. If there's a tornado, I'm going to find it. Collect it. Slay it, and bring it's head to the Town Hall and get an award."

Most people feel this way. Maybe not that brave, but at least they don't care about it as much as me. You know why? Because if I have lived through 30 tornado warnings, then the chances of living through the next one is highly possible. I mean, the logic behind that claim isn't totally solid. But, based off my experience, it has been the case that weather.com has been totally off the mark, or even on the mark and I have still made it. That should be at least cause for less panic. Am I right? 

I feel as if my husband Michael acts appropriately. Whenever the situation arises of a possible tornado, he says, "We're fine." Because, at that moment we are. Then if a siren does go off, we walk to the basement (he might even stand on the porch for awhile).

 No flinging. No fetal positions. No cans of beans. 

( I will always grab something fluffy just in case)

Here's the problem: I decide to work myself up. I decide to check weather.com and make sure that I'm right about my impending doom. I decide to plaster my face against the window and make sure that I'll see the first sign of that tornado. 

How strange and dramatic.

 I have a hunch that it is true of all you scaredy-cats out there as well. Whatever the fear may be, the response is:  I will curl up and make it terrible for myself by expecting the worst- even when it has proven to not be true in the past. The scaredy-cat can't even conceive of other possibilities. 

Today my dear friends, I say this to my fear and to weather.com:

Thank you Nacho.

I will now go read.

But really, if you gravitate towards being irrationally afraid of something, try and realize that other people are surviving and that you might possibly be making it worse for yourself.

**Disclaimer: for people that may actually have an anxiety disorder, none of this is meant for you. This is for those of you (and myself) that know they are genuinely overreacting.