So. There's one rooster the hens don't have to worry about, I guess.
The dishwasher decided to stop functioning properly. It was a problem that Mr. Moon had fixed before so he (hopefully) did it again. It's running a cycle right now. He did indeed fix the food processor. He and Owen spent most of the day working on a deer blind over at Owen's house. They had to run to town to get parts and there's a rumor they also got milkshakes.
Maybe some french fries.
And me? Well, I still can't figure out that damn dress. I'm about to stash the whole project. Stash or trash?
I made a German chocolate cake.
Looks great, doesn't it?
Too bad it's a little burned at the bottom of all the layers.
Jessie and Vergil and August are safely home and it's been such a long day they decided to just get on to their own place and settle in a little. I'll take them food tomorrow. Here's a picture Jessie sent of their lunch.
They stopped at a huge, brand new Korean market which Jessie said was about as big as a Walmart. They ate in the food court. Look at that boy using chop sticks! Look at that soup! Puts my ramen soup to super-shame.
I swear, I just saw the pun there.
So another Sunday and at least I'll get to see Jessie and Vergil and August tomorrow. I'll take them chicken stew and dumplings and German chocolate cake and apologize like crazy for the burned parts.
One more picture.
Gibson and the darling Lenore. Gibson asked Lauren, Lenore's mama, to take the picture and then proclaimed that they were so cool. And Darling Lenore said she looked like a queen or something.
They are right.
Have you seen what's happening in Houston and in that area? Fifty inches of rain? Trillions of gallons? The irony of all of this happening as I listen to "Flight Behavior" has not escaped me.
I'd say "God save us all," but of course you know what I believe and what I believe is that if there was a god, he'd be crying at what we have done to his creation.
Sorry for the bummerness. Sunday, etc.
Sundays Mary you and I both. My brother too. Cake helps. Yours looks incredible over-cooked bums and all. There are no bad cakes. I love you.ReplyDelete
The vast amount of the frosting sort of negated the burnedness. But it would have been moister if I'd been paying more attention.Delete
I love you too, woman.
Happy Sunday--and lord, if i could make a cake that looked that good I'd die from shock. Jonah said his birthday cake last year "looked like a cow poop but tasted good." It was a true statement.ReplyDelete
That's pretty much what I say about all of my cakes- looks like shit, tastes good. Like my baby quilts- so imperfect but very soft.Delete
"no bad cakes" - like Radish King said.ReplyDelete
This one turned out not bad at all.Delete
My grandmother used to make German chocolate cake. It was so good. We would visit her in Bessemer, Alabama and she would literally follow us around her house with plates of food because she wanted to feed us. She was a terrific grandmother, just as you are.ReplyDelete
Oh god! I almost said, "Well, I don't follow people around with plates of food" but then I thought about it and realized that sometimes I sort of do.Delete
agree with others, burned or not (according to you!) there is NO such thing as a bad german chocolate cake! Glad Virgil and Jesse and August are home...now all your *chicks* are in one place and you are one happy Mama Mer!ReplyDelete
It's true. And soon, there will be another baby bird in the nest. Can you believe it?Delete
So it's 7:52 in the morning and I'm so ready to eat that burnt cake! Can you bring it over now?! No? Okay, I guess I can wait. Mostly I can't wait to see you and for you to see the boy again. I love you.ReplyDelete
I love you too and I love that August like his happy cake.Delete
They're home!!! Jessie wants her cake and August will be in your arms again! Hallelujah!ReplyDelete
Despite the general malaise of Sunday, there are such bright spots in this post, most especially Gibson (in Lenore's top i suspect) and his gold mask and Lenore in her Doc McStuffins tee. Today, I am sure is even better! Happy homecoming to your baby and her family. That cake looks yummy.ReplyDelete
Today when he was here, Gibson informed me that he had fed my cat (Maurice) on the counter to make her "less frisky." Meaning, not trying to slice us all with her powerful claws. That boy.Delete
He is cool.
I came here to cheer myself up and don'tcha know, it worked. I'm working my nerves over here because I've paid TWICE AS MUCH for payroll as last year at this time and well, WTF? I want to stop working in the worst way but I have to leave this place in good shape...ghaaaaaaa. Please bank gods, let the loan go through and give me a big check so I can retire to Bedlam...ReplyDelete
Enough about me. I'd eat half that whole cake right now. I actualluy brought spoiled soup for lunch so I ate the avocado and called it good. I'm sure my GI is very healthy.
What I said in my comment on your blog.Delete
But let me add this- not only are you a MIDWIFE but you also own a business. Do you know how in awe I am of you?
But I am.
I would not call german chocolate cake bummerness. raining non-stop for the last 12 hours is bummerness.ReplyDelete
I completely agree. Oh, Ellen!Delete
Do you think it's the same dog that was killing chickens a while back?ReplyDelete
I would eat that cake, all of it.
I have no idea. I have a feeling it might be the little beagle dog that lives across the street. I have never met the owner though and don't really want to. He's...a major gun owner.Delete
You are the furthest thing away from 'bummerness'. First, German chocolate cakes are totally labor-intensive. If that was the only thing I accomplished all day, it'd be a great success! Plus, I love the burnt edges of baked confections. (We fight over the corners in my household.) Also, i'm with Gibson - I love Santa too! (I mean, not Christmas so much, but Santa for sure!) Bet you make a mean chicken and dumplings. (One of my faves.)ReplyDelete
I'm sorry to hear about Little Richard. In the midst of the bummerness, you focus on the important things -- family and grandkids and love!ReplyDelete