sunday morning and i'm sitting here in green sleeping bottoms, red gap shirt, and fuzzy braids. i too am baking a cake. it all started yesterday when i was trying to decide what to bring to the breakfast themed potluck today. it was a choice over a breakfast casserole, of which there were many tasty ones to chose from in my big book of breakfast cookbook, or sour cream walnut coffee cake. i decided on the keki (like they say it in my big fat greek wedding) because i would only have to buy a few ingredients, such as walnuts, butter and sour cream. i went shopping, turning away from foods not on my list so as to spend a minimum amount of moneys. i went to superstore for everything but the produce and then bought the produce at kin's market (they had delicious gala apples for only 49 cents a lb). i came home, put the food away, clearing elicia's three unneccesarily large bowls with not very much food in them out of the fridge and into small stackable containers, (it's because of her love of her blue bowls. she'll pack her things in one of her blue bowls any chance she gets), and started making my keki with love in my heart. it was a delicious batter because of the sourcream. i just knew this cake was going to be good. 'if it's good, i'll make one for us and one for potluck.' i said to myself. i put it in the new silicone bunnnnnnnd-t pan that i bought for the purpose of the cake in question, and put the sugar, walnut, cininmon, nutmeg topping on, and put it in the oven in glee and anticipation. i had just enough time to get ready for the rs broadcast, take the cake out, have a piece and pick heather up from granville island and go. well it wasn't done 30 minutes later. it was still liquid. it wasn't done 20 minutes from then when elicia had to take it out for me. i put it in this morning for 20 more minutes. i just checked. the knife still comes back with gooey batter on its cold hard infuriating blade. either this is a cake that will not bake, or this is a pan that will not allow baking. it can't be the oven because elicia burnt her banana bread after she took my keki out. my anticiapation for a good cake to break the fast with is getting dimmer and dimmer.
i saw emilce at the broadcast. well you know me, i didn't see her, i saw a group of people as i was heading out the door to the car to grab my clothes to change into before heading to fatima's. but she ran out after me all friendly. "you don't say hello anymore?" and she hugged me. so we talked about things. she's pregnant again and her boy is already two and a half years old or something crazy like that. she thought that karey was married. "no.." i said. "oh really? i thought she was." "noooooo," i said. "oh. nobody wants to get married these days." 'what's want got to do with it?' i thought. that sounds like we all have these available men who were marraigble material buzzing around us like drones to the queen bee. and as queens we reject their many requests for our hand. we say "i don't feel like it." petulantly, like saying "i'm full." but this is just a bitter parenthesis and i appoligize to myself and others. i try to keep bitterness to a minimum. i asked emilce about marta and she told me that she was working with her mom at the montesorri school, and 'still single' she said a bit pointedly and like she was exasperated with this 'choice' of marta's. sigh. it wasn't that long ago that she was single herself but maybe once you're married it's becomes like you've been married your whole life through. maybe. anyways it was nice to see her and talk to her in a friendly manner. the last time i saw her which was over a year ago, she seemed upset about something.
i just checked the cake again. after 12 more minutes and an accumulation of 82 total minutes it was still doughy in parts. i put 15 more minutes on the timer and told myself this was the last chance for the rebelious cake. rebelions in cakes and pans are disheartening.
last night i came to know puro's fate. i liked this movie a lot. i told elicia after the broadcast that fatima and i would finish watching pinjar and she said "punjab?" "pinjar." i said. "pinjack?" "pinjar." after several rounds of this i put an end to the shenaniguns. "P-I-N-J-A-R." i made sure to say it slowly. "oh." she said, "sorry, i didn't hear you." ha ha. that girl... anyways after that fatima and i watched my big fat greek wedding which just happened to be on TEEvee. i love the way that EE-ahn Miller loves Toulah. he didn't see frump girl. it was like he saw a different toulagh (celtic spelling) than we saw on the screen, and he loved her. he thought she was wonderful. they were going to see his parents and he said "don't worry, they're going to love you." and he believed it. are there really guys like that out there? i don't know.
fatima kept throwing bits of info out about dave in our talks. "she sure is talking abougt david jang a lot." i thought. "like how come she's telling me about our love of survivor connection now?" i mildly wondered. i didn't give her much commentary back. later when we were talking in the dark of her living room, (which in all my visits i had never sat down in but was now laying on the floor with my feet up on the couch), with the fan blowing and i asked her if she had done anything with dave lately. "uh ya..." said fatima and continued to tell me the story she had already mentioned about david jang. ohhhhhhh. different david = more pertinant. we then continued on into a more indepth telling of the incidents on the said outing. he seems like a nice guy. i mean he likes survivor and everything. fatima and i talked until after one, when i raised my weary body from the floor and said "fatima i have a baaad feeling about the time." "you want to sleep over?" said fatima. "no." said laura. "i said, you want to sleep over?" "and i said no i don't want to sleep over... maybe if there were prepriations." i told her. "prepreation H's?" she queried. exactly. i drove home in a very tired state. i bought gas at 116.5 (really 13.0 at esso where i was) in a state of distaste and shock. i came home, went into karey's room (she's dans l'island right now) turned the light on and there was sarita scowling at me from under her blanket cave. i took off the flip flops i was returning, turned off the lights, shut the door and fled to my own room, red part of 1nephi 13 and went to sleep.
after 97 minutes my cake is done.
i saw emilce at the broadcast. well you know me, i didn't see her, i saw a group of people as i was heading out the door to the car to grab my clothes to change into before heading to fatima's. but she ran out after me all friendly. "you don't say hello anymore?" and she hugged me. so we talked about things. she's pregnant again and her boy is already two and a half years old or something crazy like that. she thought that karey was married. "no.." i said. "oh really? i thought she was." "noooooo," i said. "oh. nobody wants to get married these days." 'what's want got to do with it?' i thought. that sounds like we all have these available men who were marraigble material buzzing around us like drones to the queen bee. and as queens we reject their many requests for our hand. we say "i don't feel like it." petulantly, like saying "i'm full." but this is just a bitter parenthesis and i appoligize to myself and others. i try to keep bitterness to a minimum. i asked emilce about marta and she told me that she was working with her mom at the montesorri school, and 'still single' she said a bit pointedly and like she was exasperated with this 'choice' of marta's. sigh. it wasn't that long ago that she was single herself but maybe once you're married it's becomes like you've been married your whole life through. maybe. anyways it was nice to see her and talk to her in a friendly manner. the last time i saw her which was over a year ago, she seemed upset about something.
i just checked the cake again. after 12 more minutes and an accumulation of 82 total minutes it was still doughy in parts. i put 15 more minutes on the timer and told myself this was the last chance for the rebelious cake. rebelions in cakes and pans are disheartening.
last night i came to know puro's fate. i liked this movie a lot. i told elicia after the broadcast that fatima and i would finish watching pinjar and she said "punjab?" "pinjar." i said. "pinjack?" "pinjar." after several rounds of this i put an end to the shenaniguns. "P-I-N-J-A-R." i made sure to say it slowly. "oh." she said, "sorry, i didn't hear you." ha ha. that girl... anyways after that fatima and i watched my big fat greek wedding which just happened to be on TEEvee. i love the way that EE-ahn Miller loves Toulah. he didn't see frump girl. it was like he saw a different toulagh (celtic spelling) than we saw on the screen, and he loved her. he thought she was wonderful. they were going to see his parents and he said "don't worry, they're going to love you." and he believed it. are there really guys like that out there? i don't know.
fatima kept throwing bits of info out about dave in our talks. "she sure is talking abougt david jang a lot." i thought. "like how come she's telling me about our love of survivor connection now?" i mildly wondered. i didn't give her much commentary back. later when we were talking in the dark of her living room, (which in all my visits i had never sat down in but was now laying on the floor with my feet up on the couch), with the fan blowing and i asked her if she had done anything with dave lately. "uh ya..." said fatima and continued to tell me the story she had already mentioned about david jang. ohhhhhhh. different david = more pertinant. we then continued on into a more indepth telling of the incidents on the said outing. he seems like a nice guy. i mean he likes survivor and everything. fatima and i talked until after one, when i raised my weary body from the floor and said "fatima i have a baaad feeling about the time." "you want to sleep over?" said fatima. "no." said laura. "i said, you want to sleep over?" "and i said no i don't want to sleep over... maybe if there were prepriations." i told her. "prepreation H's?" she queried. exactly. i drove home in a very tired state. i bought gas at 116.5 (really 13.0 at esso where i was) in a state of distaste and shock. i came home, went into karey's room (she's dans l'island right now) turned the light on and there was sarita scowling at me from under her blanket cave. i took off the flip flops i was returning, turned off the lights, shut the door and fled to my own room, red part of 1nephi 13 and went to sleep.
after 97 minutes my cake is done.
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