Good heavens, if I'd known death would have driven you all away...
With thanks to Hank Williams, Sr., who is also dead.
My poor husband doesn't know what to do with me.
I have a problem.
I can't stop baking.
That's right. The last few weeks, I've been very busy in the kitchen. Ray says I'm nesting, and I'm inclined to agree. During my last pregnancy, I stuck mostly to cookies. This time, I seem to be branching out.
It started with cake. The one to the left. I suddenly got the urge to bake one. It turned out to be a chocolate fudge layer cake, with raspberry filling, covered with cream cheese frosting. And I only ate one piece. Once I got done baking it, I didn't want to eat it anymore. Ray was okay with that, he ate most of it.From there, I moved on to cookies. Chocolate chip, although I think I may do some oatmeal raisin next week.
We've also made banana bread (just to use up the bananas, I swear!), and brownies. Today, I'm baking cupcakes for the TFYO's Halloween party tomorrow. They'll be white cake swirled with black and orange, topped with little black and orange sprinkles, and non-pareil pumpkins.
I even went and got the stuff to bake a pumpkin pie, and we're still weeks away from Thanksgiving.
I'm out of control.
I think I may have an ulterior motive. I think my subconscious is trying to get my husband to gain weight with me. You see, I don't really eat much of what I make. I had only the tiniest piece of that cake, only one slice of the banana bread, and so far, only one brownie out of that whole pan. Maybe I secretly want Ray to get as big as I'm going to be.
Hmmm. Perhaps I should start working on a fudge recipe.
14 comments:
I'm coming to your house! Your cake looks devine and I'm sure the cupcakes will be a hit.
Maybe I can send you some fudge when I get it figured out. Better in your house than mine!
Hey - make chocolate cupcakes - but before you bake them, stick a big marshmallow in the middle. The marshmallow will melt, and leave a bubbly hole in the middle. They are now witches cauldrons with bubbly stuff inside. Cool, huh?
I have an idea. Why don't you make care packages for all your loyal readers? It would save Ray from the wear and tear of Brownie experimentation.
:D
Whaddya think??
I have Grandma’s fudge recipe. I’ll send it to you. It’s a family favorite and I guarantee it to be very fattening!
How about this for a sensible suggestion? Freeze all the excess cake for when the visitors are queuing up the garden path to take a peak at the little one when it arrives? That is so sensible I can't believe I just wrote it. Alternatively, send them all over here to France (cakes not visitors) - I'll be doing you and Ray a favour. Yes...that's more in character...
Loved the previous post on death and lying in state etc. - fascinating, funny and macabre - one of my favourite combinations .
Mya x
Oh yeah - on the subject of people not liking what you write about (ie: death and stuff like that)... it's YOUR blog - write about what YOU want to write about. :)
Delicious reading story!!
Jen, Oh the cakes, oh whay can't I bake like that?
Pregnant or not my cakes are not very, erm, cake like.
I can decorate them, but I cannot bake them.
I am in awe.
I like RC's care package idea. You know, spread the oad and all that. :D
Almost worth getting pregnant for.
OK, I'm with OK, Jo, and Barbara on the CARE packages. Freezing them ahead for visitors is so sensible when they're just sitting there, begging to be nibbled on. And I've been known to eat a brownie or two. Not to mention my love of oatmeal cookies.
This vote may win by a landslide.
did somebody say brownies?
i will email you my snail mail address posthaste.
(and yes, i think you're definitely nesting.)
Ok de-lurking to say this is hilarious LOL I think I gained 5 pounds just looking at that cake. Yum! And I think rotten correspondent is on to something with the care packages :o)
LOL, care packages to five or six different countries, and about 10 locations in this one. Sure...I'll get right on that.
And WT, maybe you should try getting pregnant and find out if it's worth it or not. Or have you already gone through menopause? *grin*
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