Pumpkin Spice Study Break


My darling Dallas has made it through two entire weeks of staying under 90 degrees, so I think it’s finally time for a fall baking moment. Side Bar: I’ve also made it through another week of the ebolapocalypse. Really people, this is a serious issue, but more serious is the fact that there have been 3 confirmed cases in the country and we’re acting like we’re going to war. and yet 32000 people died of the flu last year. So chill with the hysteria and go get a flu shot. Ok, rant over.

It was a short baking moment, just a quick 20 minutes recipe to take a break from outlining Civil Procedure and analyzing the Texas Penal Code, but a moment long enough to smell the cinnamon, whip a whisk, and bake a little something for study group this afternoon.

So here’s the recipe for the most fabulous little poppable bites of pumpkin spice greatness. Recipe borrowed and modified from this fabulous blog.

Pumpkin Poppers:

  • 1¾ cups all-purpose flour
  • 2 tsp baking powder
  • ½ tsp salt
  • ½ tsp cinnamon
  • ½ tsp pumpkin pie spice (You’re going to what to sprinkle this on your entire life)
  • ½ tsp allspice
  • ⅛ tsp ground cloves
  • ⅓ cup vegetable oil
  • ½ cup brown sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • ¾ cup pumpkin (fresh or canned, but not pumpkin pie filling)
  • ½ cup low-fat milk — I used soy- tasted great.
  • For Coating
  • 1/2 stick of unsalted butter, melted
  • ⅔ cup granulated sugar — (I used brown sugar for this and it was spectacular)
  • 2 Tbs cinnamon
  1. Preheat oven to 350° and spray your mini muffin pan with nonstick cooking spray.
  2. Combine all the dry ingredients in one bowl and whisk till combined.
  3. In another bowl, mix together the remaining ingredients (oil, brown sugar, egg, vanilla, pumpkin and milk).
  4. Pour the dry ingredients into the wet and mix until just combined (do not overmix).
  5. Using a cookie scoop, (or measuring spoon) fill mini muffin tins until almost full. There should be plenty of batter to do this.
  6. Bake for 10-12 minutes.
  7. While Poppers are baking, melt butter.
  8. In a small bowl combine your sugar and cinnamon.
  9. Let the poppers cool for a few minutes before rolling them around in the melted butter and then plunging them into their cinnamon sugar bath.
  10. Enjoy! and Share!

Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy.


Now back to class work. It’s been a crazy 8 weeks, but I am holding my own (or at least i think so. won’t really know until finals and that is like freddy vs jason terrifying, but I’m pushing through!)


Contracts and Cupcakes


“If A promises B a cupcake and doesn’t fulfill that promise, can B sue A for the whole bakery?”

That’s just a snap shot of my life this week. It’s the end of week 3, and dare I say it, I actually enjoyed law school this week. (Mark this down people, because heaven knows that could change on a weekly, if not daily, basis) So it’s Friday afternoon after a pretty manageable week of classes, reading, and case briefing. Criminal law bounced me all the way back to PSC 2302 at Baylor with our discussion on Lawrence v Texas. Need a refresher? Educate yourselves here. Anywho- it was interesting to have a criminal law perspective on that case, especially when the majority of the time learning it in college, it’s through a constitutional law lens.  My other classes were great too–even the class where my professor almost made a girl cry, and no, I was not that girl, but I wanted to cry for her–lots of reading (but hey that’s life) and some pretty interesting hypotheticals in lectures. So in terms of school, I’m running through post-it notes like Baylor runs through the end zone and I could probably buy stock in office max for a never-ending supply of highlighters and G2-07s (<–Christmas list) but I am thriving.

But let’s not make every blog post of mine turn into the academic version of a taylor swift cd. Y’all don’t want or need a diary entry of every class, so let’s talk about cupcakes. Because everyone likes cupcakes. And if you don’t, I would get your pulse checked, like now.

Yesterday I found the holy grail of cupcakes in Dallas–the Sprinkles ATM machine in Preston Plaza. And i died. not literally, because then I wouldn’t be blogging about it, but I pretty much followed the yellow brick road (lined with porsches and range rovers) all the way to the Sprinkles Wizard, and there he was, waiting behind that magical box to hand me a chai tea and a triple cinnamon cupcake. And it was oh. so good.

So today i’m paying it forward (like oprah) by baking cupcakes for my friend Abigail’s mom. It’s her birthday tonight and Abigail said Tiff, my mom wants a cake tonight for her party, and before she could finish her sentence I said, “Oh that is so my thing.” I showed her a few insta posts to prove my point and then the project was all mine.

Thus, I bring to you, some Tiff’s Treats tips for fabulously flawless cupcakes (hashtag “I woke up like this”, hashtag “beyonce”):

1. Any recipe that calls for three or more eggs– IT IS LYING TO YOU. Yes, you need the eggs, but my secret to beautifully fluffy cupcakes is to only use one full egg and then ONLY use the egg whites for the rest. The yolks are dense, and while they do add moisture, that can be compensated for in other ways.

2. Substitute milk over water–or at least exchange half of the water for milk if you’re trying to be healthy. but let’s be real, that ship sailed when you decided to bake the cupcake.

3. Use really good vanilla. Vanilla is like olive oil- you can buy the cheap stuff, but you can taste a difference. So invest in a great bottle, or take a trip down to mexico and buy some (i’ve had mine going on 2 years) and use it. It’s so GOOD.

4. Before you get ready to ice those bad boys, put your frosting in the fridge for about 15 minutes. Chances are, you just finished whipping the mess out of that frosting, and friction and chemistry and heat and blah blah blah, anyways- piping frosting is better when cold.

5. Unless you plan on baking cupcakes on a regular basis, don’t worry about buying a piping bag. Go to your pantry, get a freezer sized ziploc bag, fill bag with frosting, seal the bag, cut the corner, and go to town.

And most importantly, just have fun. It’s a cupcake- so what if you have a pinterest fail moment or a caketastrophe, take a deep breath, have a spoonful of icing, and go for round two.

Speaking of, I have cupcakes to pull from the oven before they become burnt cajun hockey pucks. So have a fabulous week and Sic Em Bears!!


1 whole egg, 2 egg whites. Don't forget.
1 whole egg, 2 egg whites. Don’t forget.
Fold the ziploc bag over the outside of a glass while you fill with frosting. Less Messy!
Fold the ziploc bag over the outside of a glass while you fill with frosting. Less Messy!
And isn't that adorable. Happy Birthday Abigail's Mom!!
And isn’t that adorable. Happy Birthday Abigail’s Mom!!

Legally Blonde got it all wrong

elle woods

“Whoever said orange is the new pink was seriously disturbed.”

At 11:50 this morning, I completed my first week of law school. And I’m going to go ahead and say that I was pretty dang successful. I have since had some chicken tacos and a nap, and now that I don’t want to punch the world in the face, here’s my rundown of week 1- because I know you’re all dying to know.

Monday morning- first class of the day- first class of the semester- first time that any of my colleagues have stepped into a law classroom, and we walk into the belly of the beast. A beautiful room, modeled after a large court room (and one would expect a nice facility considering how much we’re spending to go there, but that’s for another day), 90 desks, but one of the most intimidating professors I have ever seen in my life. Mind you, he’s maybe only 5’3″ and had I just been walking down the side of the road, I would equate him to that jolly old man who likes to give presents out at Christmas time, but we’ve all heard stories about this man. SCARY stories about how he likes to select four students each class and have them stand for the entire time to answer questions –Socratic method style — about the readings for the day. And who does he call on first? Yours truly. So after my stomach made its way out of my throat and back to where it belonged, I stood up, gracefully held on to the chair in front of me (and by gracefully, I’m pretty sure my knuckles were white), and proceeded to answer his questions. Clock strikes 11:50- did I really just stand for 50 minutes?- and Class Dismissed.

Once I was sure that my legs weren’t about to buckle from underneath me, I proceeded throughout the rest of my day. And it was a GREAT day. All in all, it was a great week. I’ve made some awesome friends from my orientation group and other people in my section, and it’s apparent who has linked up with who, because we all move through our classes together. Two classes on Monday and Friday, three classes each on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. The reading is extensive, as expected, but manageable when you begin to take what the career counseling staff said in orientation seriously. And that is the idea that law school, not your first summer internship or your first clerkship, but the start of law school is the start of your professional career. I get to campus by 8 am (8:15 if the line at Starbucks is long), and I leave each day around 6. There are breaks in between class and after class that allow me time to read and get homework finished, so everything seems much less intimidating. Mind you, I’m not naive enough to think that it’s going to be a pocket full of sunshine every week, but at least I’m finding a method to the madness.

So how did Elle Woods get it wrong? The mean girl social dynamic was incredibly over-exaggerated. Sure, there are those people who have a slightly more vocal attitude or may be a little more intimidating, but it only took a week for 98% of us to realize that we’re all in this together (cue High School Musical soundtrack, but only the first one. that movie did NOT need a sequel). Sure, we’re all coming from at least a certain level of intelligence because we got here, but beyond that, none of us know anything. This is all brand new, so pointing out each other’s weaknesses only sets us up for karma to come back and bite us in the butt (which would definitely be a tort–learned about it this week). Because at some point, we’re all going to answer a question wrong, or not know the answer, and to think otherwise would be incredibly ignorant.

Also wrong? The first year career as junior attorney with her professor plot development–which was basically half of the movie. ‘Don’t stomp your little last season Prada shoes at me, hunny.’ That doesn’t happen for 1Ls. Which is what she was in the movie. In fact, we’re not even allowed to be contacted by potential employers or intern supervisors until after December. Something about needing to focus on studying our first semester… go figure.

And one more thing. Law school fashion choices. Elle pretty much looked fabulous all semester. And so did Vivian for that matter (even though those platform mules were disgusting). That. Does. Not. Happen. For the first week, I made it a personal rule not to wear a t-shirt to class. I wore jeans a couple times, but cute flowy tops, some fun jewelry, you know, just keeping it together. But let me tell you, that is so not the case for everyone. I saw it all this week- suits, yoga pants, shorts, crop tops (you read that right- crop. tops.), everyone was all over the place. So far be it from me to deny my inner-desires to wear yogas and nikes at least twice from me. Denying your inner-wants and needs is severely damaging to your health.  (that’s a line from How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, but it still applies)

So there’s that- Law School Week 1, done and done. Big weekend down in Waco with my football family and my baby bears, so here’s to spending my Friday night reading criminal law so I can spend my Sunday night sail-gating.


72 hours of omg

A LOT has happened in three days. I graduated with a Masters from Baylor **SIC EM FORFREAKINGEVER**, I went to Austin to celebrate said graduation, I drove back through Waco to say see you later (because goodbye would have been too dramatic), and I landed in Dallas where I found myself sorting through picture frames and law books and suit cases and furniture boxes and and and… I had have a lot to do before class starts on Monday, so finding the balance between picture hanging and property law is critical. So why on earth would I add another thing to my plate and try to relive my coffee house blogging dreams (because I tried this back in 2012, and made it through a solid 4 posts)? Because working on my writing never goes out of style, because I think Facebook could use a break from my flood of burlap and glitter, and because I still really like coffee houses. Therefore, I figured I could give this another shot.

The idea would be to use this to streamline my thrilling commentary on law school, recipes and craft postings, and mindless musings from the teeeeeny snapshots of social life that I maintain between torts, criminal law, and ungodly hours at the library. Hence, I bring you what I’m sure will be Pulitzer Prize worthy, Semi-Civil Procedure.


Pics from a whirlwind of 72 hours!

photo 1-1
Getting my rolled piece of parchment from Judge Starr.
My sweet sweet Baylor
My sweet sweet Baylor
This. Is. Only. Half.
This. Is. Only. Half.
Built a shelf for some of my shoes. Miss Independent. Who needs a man? Just kidding, sometimes I like to cuddle.
Built a shelf for some of my shoes. Miss Independent. Who needs a man? Just kidding, sometimes I like to cuddle.