I love my name. I do. I truly adore it. But–my name has been an issue my entire life.
It’s Kristan. As in…KristAN.
Pronounced like KristANIMAL, minus the -imal part.
Over the past 31 years, I’ve been called Kristen, Christina, Kristy-anne and Kristy.
My third grade teacher called me Christian (prounounced ChrisJen) for the entire school year. And honestly, I thought about correcting her…but, you know how every grade has that one super mean teacher? Well, she was it.
So I was Christian.
People have even asked me if they could just call me Kris, which is totally rude in my opinion. I mean helloooo, nicknames are cute and fun. Kris is a just whole different name. That’s like me asking someone named Rachel if I can call her Jimmy.
Okay, maybe it’s not JUST like that, but you get my point. My point being that if you ask if you can call me Kris, you will be my mortal enemy until the end of days.
Meeting new people is always an issue because they can never get my name right on the first try. So there’s always this awkward fake laugh and “did I say it right?” thing that goes for about five minutes before things are finally settled.
And then the next 3 or 4 times that I see that person, they feel the need to resay my name to me ( like I don’t already know it) with an extra emphasis on the AN, to show me that they remembered how to say it right.
It’s awkward. I mean, what am I supposed to do, congratulate them? That hardly seems fair to me. Susans or Debbies don’t have to deal with this mess, that’s for sure.
I’m thinking of having some ribbons made up that say Said KristAN Right! 1st Place and just hand them to someone the next time they do that. It’s obvious it’s what they want, anyhow.
There’s been a few times that I actually didn’t correct someone when they first called me Kristen because I didn’t want to go through the whole Yay!!1st Place!! thing, but then it totally snowballs because someone who knows me HEARS that person calling me Kristen or Christina and says, “Why are you calling her that? Her name’s KristAN” and then it’s all weird because they’ve been saying it wrong for 6 months.
So then they feel like they don’t even know me anymore and I have to explain that I don’t have a problem with confrontation, it’s just that anytime I correct someone, I feel obligated to apologize and/or point out some flaw about myself to even things out. So it’s just easier to go by the wrong name.
It’s actually quite exhausting and probably responsible for all of my maladies including my Fruit Roll-Up addiction and the fact that I put ice in my wine and steal my husband’s socks.
Also, I just worked malady into a food blog post, which has got to be worth at least fifty bucks.
In other news, my son loves Neapolitan ice cream sandwiches, so I thought it would be fun to make Neapolitan Whoopie Pies.
So I did.
1 box Devil’s Food cake mix
1/2 cup water
1/2 cup vegetable oil
Preheat oven to 400. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
Mix cake mix, eggs, water and oil in a large mixing bowl on medium speed until fully combined. Drop batter by the heaping tablespoonful on prepared baking sheet and bake for about 8 minutes or until tops spring back when lightly touched. Batter spreads quite a bit while baking, so don’t make them too big.
Remove to a wire baking sheet to cool.
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, softened
1/2 cup shortening
7 oz jar marshmallow creme
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla
2 cups powdered sugar
A few Tablespoons corn syrup, if needed
1/4 teaspoon strawberry extract
Few drops of pink food coloring
1/4 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
In the bowl of a mixer, combine butter, shortening, vanilla and marshmallow creme. Beat on medium speed until smooth and combined. Add powdered sugar and beat on low until just combined. Scrape sides of bowl and increase speed to high and beat for about a minute. Thin with corn syrup, if needed.
Divide the filling in three bowls. Add pink coloring and strawberry extract to one bowl and stir in. Melt chocolate chips in the microwave and stir into another bowl of filling. Leave the last bowl plain. Spoon filling onto the flat side of half of the cookies, spreading slightly. Strawberry and chocolate go on the ends and vanilla in the middle. Top with the rest of the cookies, pressing down slightly.
**Makes about 20 Whoopie Pies
After I made these, my baby boy came up to me and said, “Are these my favorite ice cream sandwiches?” and I said, “No!! Guess what?! They’re whoopie pies!! Want one?”
And he said “no” and went back to pretending to be a ninja. And then I died a little inside.
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