Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Tayin' in the wane.... (now with more)

Ola Peeps,

 The other day while "I" was in cake spouse had this to say:

"Grandma had more frosting on hers"

"It needs to be in the refrigerator" (that's how Grandma did it)

"Grandma made it into a layer cake"  (as would I ,had the f'n thing come OUT of the pan)

Well excuuuuuuuuse me.


That reminded me of this other "cake incident" .....Picture it ...the olden days.....I think I was 23 years old.

 My dear little sister, Soul, was turning 19 years old.

 I take 3 babies and walk my fat self to the store to buy the stuff to make her a cake. One walking, one tripping over his own feet ,every few seconds and me carrying one 30 pound baby, the whole way.

I get home, whip up the cake and wait for my precious to get home.

Miss Priss arrives home and does not even EAT any of the cake! "Uh, sorry, I have plans with my friends."

Oh I should have learned my lesson back then.

Note to self: Never make a surprise cake for a Taurus EVER again.

Question to self: Why are the most significant people in my life ALL Taurus's? I must be a glutton for punishment.

(Update: my sister has informed me of HER version of may see them here

She came up with a pic too, note that the cake is not even cut. lol


Yesterday, I had the joy of riding the bus to Frederiksberg, which I haven't done in quite some time. Now that we have a car, I usually wait for the days when I have the car.

I forgot what hell it is to ride the bus. I left the house, pulling my suitcase and walk to the bus stop. The weather wasn't too cold, maybe 50 degrees, but the damn wind was blowing like crazy.

By the time the bus showed up, mascara was streaming down my face from the damn wind making my eyes water.

The trip to Frederiksberg takes about 6 minutes in the car; on the bus it takes 30. The bus is sweltering hot, with the heat blaring. I remove my wool coat and hold it in my lap, an obese girl sits next to me, the heat from her body is about to make me spontaneously combust.

The bus stops, seemingly, every few feet . UGH! "We’re never going to get there."

I hum to myself, sigh loudly, and scorch.

We finally arrive and I feel like stripping my clothes off and running down the street, I’m so hot.
(I didn't do that)

I drag my suitcase to both of my thrift stores and the post office, wind howling into my eyes, mascara running. I catch sight of myself in the door, wipe my eyes and then notice that my hair now looks, literally, like a crooked birds nest atop my head. I am NOT in a good mood.

Needless to say, I found zilch at either thrift store. I was becoming bitchier by the second and still had the sweltering half hour bus ride to get home.

I'll spare you the details of the return trip. :)

By the time I got home ,I was such a bitch ,I thought to myself " Man ,If I was a dog ,someone would have me put to sleep."

My mood did not improve as I waited the next few hours for hubby to get home. I needed to cook dinner; it was time for me to be in my pajamas. The longer I waited, yep, the bitchier I got.

Finally about 7 P.M. hubby called and said “Do you want to just go out and get something to eat? I'm leaving now."

Hell YES ,I want to go get something.

 Luckily ,he asked before I had a chance to annihilate him, that does tend to ruin the mood.

Well, I have NO idea where I was going with that story.  (Hello ,senility!) I guess I'm just a bitch in the wind.

                                                  I do have the car today as hubs is out of town, so hello adventure. LOL Yeah right.

                                                                          Have a great day ya'll and if it's warm and non windy where you are, I hate you .


                                                                     Luv me

Saturday, April 21, 2012

It's alive and eating cake

Well, I see that blogger has changed every damn thing since I've been in my never ending, winter slump.
That's just peachy.

Anyhow, yep....I'm alive out here. it's going to be a sweltering 55 degrees today. So in celebration, I am forcing myself to update my dusty old blog.

Why haven't I been blogging? A few reasons ........I've barely taken any pictures since I've been back in Denmark; it’s been cold, gray and dreary. Everything dead and brown. Ugh! I have had a severe case of writers block .Not that I couldn't think of anything, just that I was thinking of too much, all the time. My mind has been like a tornado in a blender.

Here's an example.....I'll start thinking "hmmm...I really need to update my blog, what should I blog about? The trip to Sweden? Helsinki? The flea market?" Then suddenly I blurt out " Ba kawwwwwk! " and start cackling.

Why, you ask? My son Logan once said to me “look at those chicken legs. Ba kawwwwk! "
Every time I see my own legs now I squawk like a crazed chicken and start laughing..

Then from there, my mind will just wonder on to some other insane thing which is in no way related to updating my blog.

So, let's try to focus ...ok.

We are "regulars" here at a Chinese restaurant. Yes, we're in Denmark and our favorite place is a Chinese restaurant.Anyhow, we have become friends with our little waitress there and a while back we invited her over for dinner.She works 6 days a week, every week so she had to trade shifts with someone and then wait weeks to come over for dinner.

That day finally arrived, yesterday. Today is my husbands’ birthday so my plan was to make a cake for after dinner. Well, you would think that would be a no brainer, right? Well, not when everything is in Danish and there is no Betty Crocker out here baby. First of all I had to find a cake pan. The closest I came was a spring form pan. (Which I have never used before)
I had a chocolate cake mix I had bought last year. "ok, fine, I'll make that and do home made frosting"

I type the directions into google translate and apparently all I need to add is water. I mix it up; put it in the spring form pan ....the batter is only about half an inch thick. I put it in the oven and pretty soon I smell burning chocolate. The batter is leaking out the bottom of the pan into a burning little pile on the oven floor.
I scrape that out with a spatula and throw it away. The cake is now about a quarter of an inch thick.

I go to wash the bowls and taste the batter. OMG! It tastes like chocolate dish water. Clearly this is not going to work. Meanwhile the batter keeps leaking out of the pan....I open the smoldering oven and remove the chocolate pancake .The shit cake and the shit pan go into the garbage.

Back to good old google, for a chocolate cake recipe. I had to make it in a oblong pan and it wouldn't come out of the pan, but I must say it's bombdiggity delicious!

See, can't stay on track . LOL

Dinner was very interesting . T speaks pretty good english .She told me that one of the guys she works with overheard me speaking and said " She speaks very beautiful but I can not understand what she says."
Apparently my southern accent butchers the english language.

This girl is like 25 years old. She was telling us about how her parents are so "old and worn out now." We asked "how old are they ?"

" ummm" thinking ...."they born in 1967"  (hubby and I nearly fell out of our chairs)

It was fun and refreshing to have our young friend over.

And now....I'm off to eat some cake for breakfast and then the flea market is calling my name.

                                                                    Have a great day peeps!

                                                                             Love me