Another long day at the bakery. I made 14 cakes today. My fingers are hot pink, royal blue, and purple. The green that got all around my index finger last week is still there. I have a sore callus on my left hand from where the coupler digs in when I squeeze the icing bags. I put lavender and pale yellow pansies all over one cake; it was my favorite for the day.
My neighbors also came by to order a couple of cakes and show off their new baby. They named him Arlo. I think it's cute. He has red hair like his dad.
I also bought a magazine I wasn't going to waste money on, but then the first page I opened it to had a picture of a fabulous red dress (that I would never be able to afford) and I broke down and bought it. All because of the red dress.
I am such a magpie for colors. It's funny because 90% of my wardrobe it black, yet I must surround myself with color. My living room is orange, my dining room is leopard print and purple, kitchen is yellow, I have a red voodoo bathroom, a blue bathroom, various shades of orange and purple in two of the bedrooms, and I just bought some hot pink paint because, "I might need it." I guess I could use it in the hallway...Ihaven't painted anything green because I have so many plants.
What a random topic to write about...
Bye!
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So I thought I'd do something nice for my roommate and make him pudding. The recipe called for fancy molasses and all I had was blackstrap molasses, so I thought, "Molasses is molasses, right?" WRONG! It has the most fucked up taste. How my roommate (who will eat anything) described it was, "It's like a pain you can't stop giving yourself." I guess because he kept taking bites even though he had a sour look on his face. So I said, "Is it like when you have a filling but you keep chomping on aluminum foil anyway?" He said, "Yes that's exactly it."
So apparently the pudding causes him good pain. Hurts so good...It's all dark brown and ploppy looking. Mmmmmm... He'll probably eat it all too.
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PUDDING UPDATE!
My roommate just came and said, "You know that black globby stuff you skimmed off the top?" "Yes," I said, with suspicion. To which he replied with a smile, "It gelled up and I ate it." What do I say to that?
This is as dramatic as my life gets these days...
My neighbors also came by to order a couple of cakes and show off their new baby. They named him Arlo. I think it's cute. He has red hair like his dad.
I also bought a magazine I wasn't going to waste money on, but then the first page I opened it to had a picture of a fabulous red dress (that I would never be able to afford) and I broke down and bought it. All because of the red dress.
I am such a magpie for colors. It's funny because 90% of my wardrobe it black, yet I must surround myself with color. My living room is orange, my dining room is leopard print and purple, kitchen is yellow, I have a red voodoo bathroom, a blue bathroom, various shades of orange and purple in two of the bedrooms, and I just bought some hot pink paint because, "I might need it." I guess I could use it in the hallway...Ihaven't painted anything green because I have so many plants.
What a random topic to write about...
Bye!
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So I thought I'd do something nice for my roommate and make him pudding. The recipe called for fancy molasses and all I had was blackstrap molasses, so I thought, "Molasses is molasses, right?" WRONG! It has the most fucked up taste. How my roommate (who will eat anything) described it was, "It's like a pain you can't stop giving yourself." I guess because he kept taking bites even though he had a sour look on his face. So I said, "Is it like when you have a filling but you keep chomping on aluminum foil anyway?" He said, "Yes that's exactly it."
So apparently the pudding causes him good pain. Hurts so good...It's all dark brown and ploppy looking. Mmmmmm... He'll probably eat it all too.
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PUDDING UPDATE!
My roommate just came and said, "You know that black globby stuff you skimmed off the top?" "Yes," I said, with suspicion. To which he replied with a smile, "It gelled up and I ate it." What do I say to that?
This is as dramatic as my life gets these days...
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Just remember, when I win the lottery and we head to the islands, we're taking one of these bad boys with us!!!!
Hope you and your daughter had a wonderful Easter Beautiful!!!
[Edited on Apr 16, 2006 11:17PM]