• March 2012 Archive •

Monkey Bread Biscuits Recipe

For as long as I can remember, Chase has ranted and raved about his grandfather’s wife’s recipe for Monkey Bread.  If we ever discuss sweets and he mutters the words “You know what’s good?”, I know which dessert he’s going to reference.  It’s always Pat’s Famous Monkey Bread.

She graciously gave me the recipe last Thanksgiving and I even purchased the ingredients.  For some reason, I could never find the time or energy to bring myself to just break down and bake it.  Recently, I was perusing Pinterest (of course) and stumbled across a recipe for individual servings of monkey bread and was instantly intrigued.  Perhaps it’s my petite frame or child-like appetite, but I thoroughly enjoy smaller versions of food items.

I decided to finally attempt baking monkey bread biscuits and boy was it a hit.  I loved the idea of the individual servings which were the perfect portion size for an after dinner dessert or breakfast and also made storing a breeze.  I modified the recipe slightly from the one I found online in order to reflect more accurately the monkey bread Chase had been desiring.

This is a quick and easy dessert that you can literally throw together.  If you’re counting calories, don’t.  You’ll lose count.  My mom would conclude this blog by saying something silly like “Stop monkeying around and go bake it.”  I just love her corny sense of humor.  Complete side story.  While working at the TV station in Charlotte, I was trying anything and everything to be seen and for the powers that be to notice my seriousness about wanting to be a hard hitting news reporter.  When breaking news developed about a trailer filled with cows that had overturned on a busy highway, I recommended we use the caption “Moooove Over” for the story.  Needless to say, my journalism career (thankfully) never transpired.  I am my mother’s child.


1 Can of Biscuits (I used a package with ten.)
1 Package of Cream Cheese
1 Can of Sweetened Condensed Milk
Vanilla Extract

Note: The best part of this recipe is the lack of measurement cups needed.  You can literally toss the ingredients in and put as much or as little as you want.

1.  Spray your muffin pan with non-stick cooking spray.
2.  Add a dab (Very technical.) of butter to each muffin cup.  (Your discretion for how much butter.)
3.  Place 1/8 teaspoon of sugar and 1/8 teaspoon of cinnamon into each muffin cup.
4.  Add a dollop of cream cheese to each muffin cup.  (I made some with lots of cream cheese for Chase and some without for me.)
5.  Place a biscuit into each cup on top of the ingredients.
6.  Top each biscuit with 1/8 teaspoon of vanilla extract, 1/8 teaspoon of sugar, 1/8 teaspoon of cinnamon and a little butter.
7.  Bake for 10 minutes or until golden brown.
8.  While biscuits are still warm, drizzle with sweetened condensed milk. Serve, eat and magically watch your butt enlarge.


xoxo, Priscilla
Orangerie Events Showcased on Style Me Pretty & Southern Weddings!

There’s some exciting news that has been marinating over here at Orangerie Events and it’s finally time to fill you in on our little secret.  Since starting the business at the end of 2008, I’ve worked diligently to set my wedding planning company apart from other planners by offering a fresher, more organic approach.  I know my ideal bride and I know that her wedding is going to be exploding with stunning aesthetics and personally meaningful details.

I built the Orangerie Events team on a daydream.  A reverie that literally smacked me across the face while I was sitting at a desk in a pencil skirt and collared shirt.  I was working full-time for a real estate developer and the last place you wanted to be in 2008 was working full-time for a real estate developer.  Four years, thousands of business cards and eighty and some change weddings later, I’m not necessarily living the dream but I am living out a dream.

I am so honored and graciously humbled that Orangerie Events has been accepted to two kind-of-a-big-deal wedding industry blogs.  You can now find Orangerie Events listed as a Little Black Book Wedding Vendor on Style Me Pretty and as a Blue Ribbon Vendor on Southern Weddings.  Unlike some (and most) wedding related blogs that publicize any vendor willing to fork over the dough, Style Me Pretty and Southern Weddings actually investigate the vendors they promote.  They interview, check facts, seek references and probe the ins and outs of the business and weddings designed before giving them their stamp of approval.  Being listed on their sites as a leading North Carolina wedding planner validates that I’m steadily transforming from a nobody to a somebody.

And because I really want to pretend I’m winning a Grammy, I’d like to take this opportunity to thank some amazing people.  No seriously, a load of gratitude goes to my girls who work alongside me to keep Orangerie Events moving in a positive direction.  I’m biased but I really have the most talented and loveliest ladies working with me.  Most importantly, a huge bear-sized hug to all of my past and present clients for inviting me into their wedding world and for trusting me with one of their dreams.


xoxo, Priscilla
Livin’ on a Hair

Relationships are all about a little give and a little take.  You try bending without breaking and compromising when selfishness seems easier.  Cute tendencies turn into routine annoyances and marriage means you make a daily commitment to put up with them.  After three years of being married, those rose-colored glasses become a little bit foggier a lot easier than pre-Mr. & Mrs.

I know the exact things that I do that will aggravate Chase.  I frequently leave the power to the printer on.  So much so he taped a sticky note to the power button that said “Off.”  Notice I said taped.  I threw away the note in defiance.  I also have a habit of pulling into our driveway as if I’m Richard Petty and stopping only mere inches before plowing into our kitchen entrance.  I rarely have gum in my purse despite the fact I know he’ll ask for a piece and will be disappointed by my response.  I don’t use the gym enough and the debit card too much.  I’m a southern mess that commonly mispronounces words, sleeps with her iPhone under her pillow and insists on tucking her cold feet in-between her husband’s warm legs.

This blog isn’t totally about bashing me.  I felt it was necessary to put myself on blast in an effort to ease the sting from what I’m about to expose.  Brace yourself kids because I’m not sure if you’re ready for this latest story.  I’m not going to ask you to pick sides because that’s just wrong and because I know you’ll completely be cheering me on in my corner of this marital battle.

It’s no secret that I’m a vain person and that I married someone equally as determined to stay young and beautiful.  Chase has always been fearful of losing his dark brown (don’t you dare say black) hair.  Blame it on the world we live in, the celebrities with thick luscious locks or Facebook for showcasing those friends who have prematurely fallen into the balding category.  There’s something about a man losing his hair that makes him feel as though he’s lost his manhood.  Chase has taken and is taking all of the preventive means necessary to preserve the fertile follicles he has left.  I’ve always supported him.  I adapted the philosophy that whatever it takes for him to look in the mirror and be happy, I’ll stand behind him.  That is until he started a new hair washing process that bewilders me and causes me to question if he’s not losing cells inside his head instead of on top.

After a few failed attempts with hair growth, Chase convinced himself that we have “hard” water.  This theory that our H2O is riddled with toxins and bacteria thus causing itchy scalps and hair loss was supported by the water specialist that visited and tested our water mid-January.  Complete with a kit full of chemicals, test tubes, goggles and beakers, Mr. Water Specialist was nothing short of Bill Nye the Science Guy missing only a bowtie, big nose and lab coat.  The conclusion – our water was infected and we needed to install a $2,500 purifying system.

Since I wouldn’t even entertain the idea of spending a ridiculous amount of money on a home science fair project, Chase has resulted to an unconventional means of washing his hair that’s making me insane.  For the past two months and on a daily basis, and I’m not joking, I’ve watched as the man I love goes through the following steps to wash his hair:

  1. Bring a large saucepan of water to a rapid boil.
  2. Cool said saucepan by inserting a frozen ice pack.
  3. Pour the water from the saucepan into the eagerly awaiting tea pitcher.
  4. Leave the saucepan sitting atop the bathroom tub.
  5. Use the water in the tea pitcher to wash your hair.
  6. Leave the tea pitcher in the base of the shower after use.
  7. Repeat daily to drive your wife crazy.


I sometimes sit on the bathroom counter to watch Chase as he showers just so I can silently laugh to myself at how really silly I think he is.  He’s adamant that he can tell a difference but I think it’s a prime example of the placebo effect.  Buying a new, purifying shower head for the master bathroom cannot happen soon enough.  Until then, I’ll keep reminding myself about that whole give-n-take thing and will be thankful for the goofiness that Chase adds to my life.  He’s been that way for a while…


xoxo, Priscilla