baking a cake
tanya's birthday was on sunday and i promised her some time last winter or fall that i would bake her this martha stewart coconut layer cake that we saw in a mag at the time. i've had it marked with a post-it ever since. one of the layers is in the oven right this very minute. i have like six 8" pans but martha asks for 9". i only have one of those, so i hope i halved the batter evenly. yep i sure do hope that. yep. time will tell. i really enjoyed baking this cake. i like baking although i almost never do it on my own time. it's fun to try to make something wonderful. also there's something about being lost in the task at hand that is like a meditation. does anyone know what i mean?
this cake has lemon curd mixed with some seven minute frosting in between the layers. just so as y'know.
before baking this cake i was browsing facebook and i came across steve and michelle's wedding pics. i thought they looked good and really happy and i felt happy too. i loved michell's dress. it was perfect for her.
before browsing facebook i was reading blogs. i'm so glad that at least bethany and amy post. makes me feel less lonely. of course i wouldn't feel lonely at all if all the sisters blogged, hint hint. i see that my blog was read in paris yesterday. maybe it was AMY!!!! er...
before catching up on the blogs i was in superstore with heather. i was buying, surprise, surprise, cake ingredients and heather was buying polka dot materials. we ran into yelena in the stationary aisle. the highlight of the superstore trip, i'd really have to say, is that after going through check out, i realized that i did not have my keys with me. now they could have been in my green superstore basket with the black nylon handles or it could be hanging in the ignition. i kinda thought ignition because heather and i had sat in the car a bit before leaving the car, so i could write a list and i'm fully aware of my tendency to leave the keys hanging in the ignition when i do not leave the car right after parking. i know this full well. however, if they were in the greenbasket-that-is-a-pain-to-cart-around-and-practically-invites-tendonitis-for-an-extended-visit, then it was useless to go to the car. so i walked back to the 12 items or less check-out that we went through. (heather cheated because she brought 20 items of posterboard through and because she did this wrong thing, i didn't want to stand by her, but i had to) the hip high pile of green baskets were G-O-N-E and the people in the line up either had no idea that there ever was a pile of baskets there, or maybe they were unsure as to what exactly a green basket was because maybe it was their first time to a grocery store and so i don't blame them, but even my cashier who had been a friendly, pleasant youth, seemed only vaguley aware that they had been there and that they were now not. weird. maybe one of those men in black wiped out their collective memories in the short minutes since i had been there. whatever the case, i was on my own. heather said we could search each and every greenbasket in the piles and piles by the front enterance, but i was all, let's check the car, which i think was a wise choice, actually. because there they were hanging in the ignition. you may groan as you read that. your heart may swell with pity and imagine us stranded waiting to pay some dude with baggy pants and scruffy facial hair fifty dollars or so for a five minute job of popping my lock. but what you may not know is that my keys hanging in the ignition of my locked car has been a non-issue ever since i started carrying my extra key in my wallet, which i have done for quite some time now, due to my penchant for leaving them hanging more often than i should. and so you see all was well and i end up feel proud of myself when i should be feeling shame faced and stupid.
before superstore i was with heather in a langara class room listening to a lady. call it an info session if you will. i was moral support and i brought some crosswords and sudoku, but there weren't enough people to indulge without being painfully conspicuous. heather and i are both trying to figure out our lives.
before that yadda yadda i was born in the prince george hospital, covered in vernix cream, dad who had a burn on his hand, took a swipe off of me and cured his burn. at first i didn't breathe but after all the hunk was cleaned out of my nose, i was ok. i was a yellow, 9lb, 23" long beautiful baby girl, and that is my story.
my oven is super hot and i dont mean that in a paris hilton way.
this cake has lemon curd mixed with some seven minute frosting in between the layers. just so as y'know.
before baking this cake i was browsing facebook and i came across steve and michelle's wedding pics. i thought they looked good and really happy and i felt happy too. i loved michell's dress. it was perfect for her.
before browsing facebook i was reading blogs. i'm so glad that at least bethany and amy post. makes me feel less lonely. of course i wouldn't feel lonely at all if all the sisters blogged, hint hint. i see that my blog was read in paris yesterday. maybe it was AMY!!!! er...
before catching up on the blogs i was in superstore with heather. i was buying, surprise, surprise, cake ingredients and heather was buying polka dot materials. we ran into yelena in the stationary aisle. the highlight of the superstore trip, i'd really have to say, is that after going through check out, i realized that i did not have my keys with me. now they could have been in my green superstore basket with the black nylon handles or it could be hanging in the ignition. i kinda thought ignition because heather and i had sat in the car a bit before leaving the car, so i could write a list and i'm fully aware of my tendency to leave the keys hanging in the ignition when i do not leave the car right after parking. i know this full well. however, if they were in the greenbasket-that-is-a-pain-to-cart-around-and-practically-invites-tendonitis-for-an-extended-visit, then it was useless to go to the car. so i walked back to the 12 items or less check-out that we went through. (heather cheated because she brought 20 items of posterboard through and because she did this wrong thing, i didn't want to stand by her, but i had to) the hip high pile of green baskets were G-O-N-E and the people in the line up either had no idea that there ever was a pile of baskets there, or maybe they were unsure as to what exactly a green basket was because maybe it was their first time to a grocery store and so i don't blame them, but even my cashier who had been a friendly, pleasant youth, seemed only vaguley aware that they had been there and that they were now not. weird. maybe one of those men in black wiped out their collective memories in the short minutes since i had been there. whatever the case, i was on my own. heather said we could search each and every greenbasket in the piles and piles by the front enterance, but i was all, let's check the car, which i think was a wise choice, actually. because there they were hanging in the ignition. you may groan as you read that. your heart may swell with pity and imagine us stranded waiting to pay some dude with baggy pants and scruffy facial hair fifty dollars or so for a five minute job of popping my lock. but what you may not know is that my keys hanging in the ignition of my locked car has been a non-issue ever since i started carrying my extra key in my wallet, which i have done for quite some time now, due to my penchant for leaving them hanging more often than i should. and so you see all was well and i end up feel proud of myself when i should be feeling shame faced and stupid.
before superstore i was with heather in a langara class room listening to a lady. call it an info session if you will. i was moral support and i brought some crosswords and sudoku, but there weren't enough people to indulge without being painfully conspicuous. heather and i are both trying to figure out our lives.
before that yadda yadda i was born in the prince george hospital, covered in vernix cream, dad who had a burn on his hand, took a swipe off of me and cured his burn. at first i didn't breathe but after all the hunk was cleaned out of my nose, i was ok. i was a yellow, 9lb, 23" long beautiful baby girl, and that is my story.
my oven is super hot and i dont mean that in a paris hilton way.
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