I’m writing this while drinking a glass of wine. It’s last night people, not this morning. Mornings are for coffee In fact, anytime is for coffee, but mornings REQUIRE coffee.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, my weekend. Let’s go day by day.
Friday was awesome. We went to our niece’s wedding. It was gorgeous; She was radiant and sweet, he was handsome and charming. and seeing them marry is a true joy. Turbo also looked handsome in his dark gray pants, white dress shirt and suspenders. Too freaking adorable. I got lots of kisses, especially when I snagged a piece of chocolate cake for him All our kids and spouses were there, and that made it all the more special. Poor Youngest Son ended up a designated driver from the venue to the hotel they are staying at. He sulked. And a sulking youngest is hilarious. We all had fun teasing him.
Oh and I asked Youngest what smallish dessert he wanted for Thanksgiving. I’m making a cake he can’t have, so I offered to bring something else for him. He said peanut butter balls, and I made a face because I don’t feel like making those. He’s like, “Oh that’s right, you do, cakes so I want a Viper Cake” (a car). He’s so evil, really, guys. E.V.I.L. He knows darn well a Viper cake would be a major challenge that I can’t possibly do while doing the other stuff I’m making for T-day, so now he’s getting his stupid nondairy peanut butter balls.
But his birthday is in February, and now he’s getting a Viper cake whether he wants it or not. He made be E.V.I.L., but I am the mother of evil, LOL.
So Saturday…boring. Only good thing was the movie we watched. Which I can remember the title of… I’d blame the wine, but I never remember titles, so it’s just me. Ha! I asked Wizard and the two of us together remembered the title! RED NOTICE. It’s like a spoof of spies and thieves, and we found it entertaining.
Sunday. Oh Sunday. I innocently pulled the salted caramel cake out of the freezer, having no idea that this was cake crazy. No really! It’s the truth. This cake did everything it could to ruin itself like a kamikaze cake (If that’s somehow offensive, sorry, I just don’t have the brainpower right now to worry about it.). Long, LONG story short, two and a half batches of icing, one awesome double batch of caramel sauce and three fricking attempts to decorate this cake–which means me literally scraping down the cake and redoing it to try to save it’s sugary self-destructive ass–and this is the result:
The cake is GLOATING at my decorating failure. But I have a message for this Salted Caramel Cake–I will ultimately win! One day, I will have an amazing salted caramel cake that tastes and looks amazing. Or I will default to a kick ass chocolate cake, because–obviously–chocolate fixes everything.
Right now, I just need my single glass of wine to soften the frustration of the day, and the pain from standing in the kitchen for 8 hours of torture battling a demented kamikaze cake. Again, sorry if that’s wrong, I just…the cake was mean to me and all I wanted to do was make it pretty
So that was my weekend, how was yours?