"I'm red inside" said the cake
I just can't get over how much better popcorn is made fresh in the pot, with olive oil, salt, pepper, and a little pecorino cheese. Wait, did I eat all of that by myself? Whoops.
4th was ok, not great by any definition, but my cake was, to toot my own horn, great. I got a great deal of joy out of simply baking a cake that was bright red in color. (so the answer to the great food coloring question was that yes, one bottle was enough- the cake was less blood red "velvet" in color and more bright cherry-red) And it tasted like chocolate! Mostly because it's very close to a chocolate cake, you just dye it red. Oooooh, and I got the middle-school science joy of dumping baking soda into vinager and watching it fizzle. I took a picture. No really, I took a picture. But the wierdest part? When you first add the coloring to the cocoa powder, then add that to the butter, sugar and egg, it looks incredibly dark red. Like a vampire's food. (ohmygod, random, but this MusicMatch thing just went into DJ Bobo, which is a total blast back to freshman year of high school. But why is he covering 'what a feeling'? This makes no sense to me.) The cream cheese icing did not melt- partially because the conversation I had on the phone with Jen shortly before I went over consisted of "So, umm, Jen, this cake is taking up an entire shelf of my fridge," and Jen responding with "Yeah, I'll clear a shelf in mine." And I decorated it artfully with blueberries. Artfully for me. Come on people, I'm no artist! I'll put pictures up plus tard.
Does anyone know how to make back pain go away? Totally random back pain, too. And no, I don't have enough money to run out and get a massage. Stretching doesn't want to help, either. Did that sentence make sense for anyone besides me?
People, tomorrow night is the finale of Dancing with the Stars. As is typical, I've become overly emotionally involved with this show, populated with stars and dancers that I have no relation to nor will I ever meet, but still somehow feel as though they should be my friends. Oh, and that I should add "International Ballroom Dance Champion" to my list of back-up jobs. It's fun to laugh at the funny costumes and cheesy cover-music, though. Who will win??? Who will lose??? Why do I care this much??? Don't worry- this is nowhere near the level of my Amazing Race addiction, and all addictions of this type will be cut off cold-turkey in August. Have no fear, mes amis, I'll be better soon!
My wonderful mom (who also called me a few hours ago just to say goodnight, which is very sweet) suggested that I call le nouveau blog "An Amish Girl in France." When I called her on the fact that this is absolutely not true, she countered that it would somehow get a lot of hits. Well mom, I'll think about it.
Again, anyone want to buy my furniture? Or pack up my apartment? That would be nice of you!
4th was ok, not great by any definition, but my cake was, to toot my own horn, great. I got a great deal of joy out of simply baking a cake that was bright red in color. (so the answer to the great food coloring question was that yes, one bottle was enough- the cake was less blood red "velvet" in color and more bright cherry-red) And it tasted like chocolate! Mostly because it's very close to a chocolate cake, you just dye it red. Oooooh, and I got the middle-school science joy of dumping baking soda into vinager and watching it fizzle. I took a picture. No really, I took a picture. But the wierdest part? When you first add the coloring to the cocoa powder, then add that to the butter, sugar and egg, it looks incredibly dark red. Like a vampire's food. (ohmygod, random, but this MusicMatch thing just went into DJ Bobo, which is a total blast back to freshman year of high school. But why is he covering 'what a feeling'? This makes no sense to me.) The cream cheese icing did not melt- partially because the conversation I had on the phone with Jen shortly before I went over consisted of "So, umm, Jen, this cake is taking up an entire shelf of my fridge," and Jen responding with "Yeah, I'll clear a shelf in mine." And I decorated it artfully with blueberries. Artfully for me. Come on people, I'm no artist! I'll put pictures up plus tard.
Does anyone know how to make back pain go away? Totally random back pain, too. And no, I don't have enough money to run out and get a massage. Stretching doesn't want to help, either. Did that sentence make sense for anyone besides me?
People, tomorrow night is the finale of Dancing with the Stars. As is typical, I've become overly emotionally involved with this show, populated with stars and dancers that I have no relation to nor will I ever meet, but still somehow feel as though they should be my friends. Oh, and that I should add "International Ballroom Dance Champion" to my list of back-up jobs. It's fun to laugh at the funny costumes and cheesy cover-music, though. Who will win??? Who will lose??? Why do I care this much??? Don't worry- this is nowhere near the level of my Amazing Race addiction, and all addictions of this type will be cut off cold-turkey in August. Have no fear, mes amis, I'll be better soon!
My wonderful mom (who also called me a few hours ago just to say goodnight, which is very sweet) suggested that I call le nouveau blog "An Amish Girl in France." When I called her on the fact that this is absolutely not true, she countered that it would somehow get a lot of hits. Well mom, I'll think about it.
Again, anyone want to buy my furniture? Or pack up my apartment? That would be nice of you!
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