Author: healthatmysize

D Day Final Thought

As I begin to make this cake that I unwittingly agreed to bake post many glasses of wine, I feel the need to honor the moment.  She has been a force to recon with my whole life, from the early days of delivering tutti fruiti underwear to each other, playing bozo the clown card games with grandma and driving rock cars in the backyard, my sister has been one of my closest companions.  We haven’t gone without our share of troubles, but we have been unshakable partners in crime.  My sister and future brother in law are fortunate to have found each other at just the right time.  I am so happy that she is going to get the opportunity to share her life with someone and experience the joys (and not) of marriage.  I welcome her now into the family of married people.  We are happy, insane and complete in ways we weren’t before.  I love you.  A lot.

The final countdown

Are you kidding me.  The day is upon me.  Today I looked around the house for all of hte little pieces of everything that I need for tomorrow….cake boards, icing tips, color gels, everything.  The flowers arrived, the topping is done and I like an insane person tried to make a new filling for the cake.  I followed the recipe and I clearly can’t make fudgy wonderful chocolate filling.  It tastes good, but has the texture of…hmmmm….sand.  So, wish me luck tomorrow.  We’ll see how it goes!!!

Near vomit mode

The cakes are made. They are on the freezer where they’ll stay till early Friday morning. The topper is done and the funniest flowers will be delivered ups on Thursday. Seriously cutting it close. Eggs and butter bought tonight…the rest will come. Can’t wait to share photos of it all. Most worried about the stacking aspect which I’ve not done before. Ill be happy my dad, mom and sister will be there to help. I do think the topper is beautiful. Thanks for the positive comments. Good night!!

Date Night Horrible

Husband and I had an unexpected and welcome chance to go out for a date.   It has literally been months since our last date, just the two of us.  It used to be we’d go out all of the time, but the past few months we’ve been much more home and neighborhood bound.  So, I dusted off the printer, and processed some Groupons I had bought a while ago.  I found one to a local restaurant/watering hole.  When we arrived a sandwich board outside said is was karaoke and $1 well drinks.  How bad could that  be, we’d have some drinks, apps and dinner.  Well the spinach and artichoke dip tasted like pork….not a good fit for husband dear.   The lobster alfredo tasted like fish mac and cheese.  Super disgusting.  We sent the fish mac back and got a filet sandwich.  That tasted more like  a salt lick and was earthy in a bad way.  My blackened chicken was okay, not even really okay.  The pasta as heinous.  That said, the service was awesome and the cocktails were good.  But, I won’t be eating at the velvet rope again.

14 inches may just be too big

My first failed cake happened this weekend. I won’t be doing a layer that big. It did eventually cook, but suffered as it tried to be set free. I put the whole thing in a king sized Tupperware container and the kids ate fistfulls of it all weekend. In their minds a resounding success. One more thing…what idiot decides to tear down a wall weeks before a wedding cake? Oh yeah, that’d be me.

New language new girls

Those who know me well know i can’t stand meeting new people. I know it sounds crazy but ugh…the pressure. So tonight I am super proud of myself for going out with some new folks. To say that we spoke the same language wouldn’t really be right. I returned home and had to look up schwa and French Laundry. I’m pretty sure they didn’t have to look up the word “who@!”. I laughed hard enough to hurt a bit and got watery eyed over kiddie tales. But the old song remains true….
“make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other is…probably a who@!”