February 6, 2007

Ain't She Sweet!
















Spice Cake! Yum!






He does all the cooking now, so I just wait to be served.












Chocolate is doled out from the secret hiding place, but I know where the secret hiding place is!






I say "I'm getting some chocolate from the secret hiding place."






He says, "that's a secret place."






I say, "I know, do you want any?"






He says "yes."












Chocolate is no longer an extra luxury.






It is one of the 5 food groups.






His list:






1. candy






2. chocolate






3. pie






4. coffee






5. frozen pizza












But back to chocolate.






He cooks dinners. I cooked for 34 years and he agrees that it's his turn.






And he is an intuitive cook, inventive. Yum!












Often we have dinners in a certain color.






Tonight was a yellow dinner.






Saute'd chicken thighs with sauce.






Garlic fries.






Apple~watermelon juice.






Also, for desert, there was Chocolate Spice cake...left over from last night's brown dinner:












Lentils, pork chops, bread, spice cake.












One time he made dinner for the teenagers:






Milk & Barbequed Steak. That was before he cooked.






They liked it.












Now to the cake:






It is spice cake out of a box.






Easy!






Stir in ingredients, add a bunch of chocolate chips and bake! 1, 2, 3!!












Check when timer goes off.






Oh, dear.






Puddle in the middle. Replace pans back into the oven.






Check later, ooooooo still soft.






Tells wife: "I give up, it's a crappy day, nothing works, not even the cake!"












I check the cake. Perfect!






I sit the pans on the stove to cool. Back to reading under the electric blanket.












I suggest the frosting methods:






1. take cake out of pan and frost when cool.






2. leave cake in pan and frost when cool.


















Now the cake is cool, but cake will not come out of pans.






Loosen it up with a knife...still will not come out.






He gets a spatula under the cake and encounters something stuck to the pan...chocolate chips...hardened at the bottom.






He digs out the cake and SMACK, flops it onto the plate...in crumbly lumps.






The layer is patted and pushed into shape. There is an attempt to attach frosting (canned) to the 1st layer...Uh, oh...frosting is too hard...let's microwave it!












Good idea.






Soft frosting drizzles onto the 1st......well......we'll call it a layer for easy identification...












2nd layer is scooped out of the 2nd pan and modelled into shape.






Soft frosting is drizzleed on top until, WHOOPS, the lumps that did not become fully heated...splat...onto the top "layer".












Remember the cake Haggrid made in Harry Potter?






All lumpy and oozie...?






Well this Spice Cake is Delicious!!






Unlike Haggrid's.






Much tastier.












Lumpy, but tasty!












I've never laughed so hard in my life.






My stomach is killing me as the tears run down my face.






He's feeling snubbed, but can't help laughing along with me.






We are falling on the floor.






We eat cake.






It is delicious.






























3 comments:

Jessamyn Harris said...

gross and yum!
devon says I make too many baked goods. he's trying to keep me down (or health, whatever).

He doesn't understand what kind of genes I'm up against.

Anonymous said...

Oh, no, Devon does not understand!
Poor guy.

I guess he didn't grow up like I did.

Cookies free for the taking in the cookie drawer.
Popsicles and Fudgsicles at the ready in the big 'ole freezer.
any time...any how.

Poor girl.
There may be no hope, so find a cookie jar (or drawer) and don't fight it.
Yum

baffle said...

Yummy!
I want cake.
Now.

Even if it's boxed cake mix (my friend JrS is a make-it-from-scratch cake snob) that has been gussied up.

I can - deal.
Cake and a cuppa hot herbal infusion or decaf real tea....
Yeah!

Bake on!