Unsurprisingly, another
late breakfast was in the cards for us.
I made omelets, while she watched some show on HGTv. They’re all the same. People with more money
than sense buy a house without checking if anything is wrong with it…then
rapidly realize they need both more sense and more money to get it sold again.
Anabelle worked some
more on her social studies online answers, mostly Olympic questions to battle
the onset of depression in the kids due to the election questions.
She also finished up her
creepy asylum book report. YAY Horror genes!
Then both of us worked
feverishly to assemble a shopping list. Her being new at dinner planning and me
being a guy were tremendous hurdles, but we got one together.
We needed to make a
couple quick stops before hitting the supermarket. The first was the post
office to mail hard copies of my blog to a couple of loyal readers. Yes, I am
that much of a self promotion addict, that I will gladly help those who choose
to ignore technological advances to keep reading my stuff. More importantly, I’m loyal to where I got my
first encouragement.
A bit of Hallmark
ornament shopping followed and we hit the supermarket.
We remembered
everything…well almost everything. What
fun is a dinner party without a last minute store run, anyway?
Before crazy hungry
could hit, we enjoyed each other’s company, and a Shop Rite salad bar and sushi
picnic in the car.
Upon returning home and
cleaning up a bit we set about creating a dessert. We’d made brownies together many times and
figured tackling a cake would be similar.
Naïve, aren’t we?
Rosa always used a
little hand held electric mixer for baking and other needs. We combed the entire kitchen for it, moving
stuff to allow the opening of cabinets never seen before by members of my
family.
Calling Rosa didn’t help
as she was on a bus…and also on another continent.
We ended up busting out
the mammoth mix master, possibly never used before, that we got as a wedding
gift. Half way through combining
ingredients, Rosa called to let us know the little mixer was inside the rice
cooker.
If only we were making a
rice cake!
The marble cake came out
more of a smear cake than marbled, but considering it was still tasty and we
didn’t coat the kitchen in batter, I’m putting it in the win column.
We chilled the baked
goods and watched the real Willy Wonka
and the Chocolate Factory. Anabelle
bumped into ten minutes of the Tim Burton one on TV and needed a cleansing.
We greatly enjoyed some
leftover Aji de Gallina (Thanx honey!) and the film as well.
Yes the cake making
activity spanned the entire lunch to dinner gap. I said we were new at this.
Once the two cake layers
were chilled we filled them using an entire can of chocolate frosting. I think Willy Wonka may have affected us a
bit.
Anabelle was determined
to have both blue icing and butter cream icing.
The combination of the container of food coloring with the natural color
of the frosting yielded a gorgeous teal hue not normally associated with food
items.
The brightly colored
dessert back in the fridge, we went on to one of our usual pastimes: the “What are we doing game.” It can last for hours and often has no
winner.
Eventually, we called
and chatted with Rosa for a bit. Anabelle’s missing her heightened; she decided
to bring up all red garbed superheroes for August to welcome Mami home with her
favorite color.
That night, recent
events triggered a crazy flood dream.
Not a leaking roof or a replay of the basement mess. No this one showed how panic driven my
subconscious was by featuring a Nile River sized torrent gushing down the
street in front of our home.
It is any wonder I
normally stay up late enough to eliminate REM period memories due to
exhaustion?
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