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Nov. 10th, 2014 06:12 pmFrom Facebook:
Not from Facebook:
I am quietly discomfited. I do not cook. I do not make cake. I certainly do not make frosting out of butter and milk and brown and white sugar.
(Note to self: Try it again, but melt cinnamon hearts in as well. This experiment is for when I am around mom.)
I wanted to see if I could still do it. Neva gave me the recipe back in August (it was the perfect surprise). I have no cooking skills of my own, but I can follow recipes (but I correctly approximated baking times, but I figured out what to do when the frosting became too thick. Without a recipe.). I figure, I am trying to get people to come to dance, why not associate the thing with heart-stopping Neva cake and frosting that gives me cavities just looking at it?
It was half a joke on Facebook, when I said with the event that I would bring cake. But here we are, and unless it falls into a puddle on the way to Watertown, it will be there. Eye level impulses, spice cake mix from Stop and Shop.
I am not a person who is capable, confident, competent at creating cake. (Even with cat-ears). But damnit, I got home and I was very _very_ tired and hazy and so I sat on the couch for a moment, vaguely aware that starting Kela was the wrong answer, but not capable of finding the right one.
"I want to read Tumblr" I said tomyself.
"Will that make you happy?" they replied.
No.
Reading Tumblr won't make me happy. Watching stupid things on Netflix won't make me happy. Fucking around on and with the internet, accomplishing nothing won't make me happy --I tried that all yesterday, it did not work.
So instead I made a cake. I think I'm mostly happy about it.
And if nothing else, I will go dancing with my friends, and make them happy instead.
~Sor
MOOP!
I made cake (mostly from a box, some added spices) and frosting (entirely by hand). It took, like, an hour. It is unbelievably delicious. If you come dancing with me tonight you can have some!
Not from Facebook:
I am quietly discomfited. I do not cook. I do not make cake. I certainly do not make frosting out of butter and milk and brown and white sugar.
(Note to self: Try it again, but melt cinnamon hearts in as well. This experiment is for when I am around mom.)
I wanted to see if I could still do it. Neva gave me the recipe back in August (it was the perfect surprise). I have no cooking skills of my own, but I can follow recipes (but I correctly approximated baking times, but I figured out what to do when the frosting became too thick. Without a recipe.). I figure, I am trying to get people to come to dance, why not associate the thing with heart-stopping Neva cake and frosting that gives me cavities just looking at it?
It was half a joke on Facebook, when I said with the event that I would bring cake. But here we are, and unless it falls into a puddle on the way to Watertown, it will be there. Eye level impulses, spice cake mix from Stop and Shop.
I am not a person who is capable, confident, competent at creating cake. (Even with cat-ears). But damnit, I got home and I was very _very_ tired and hazy and so I sat on the couch for a moment, vaguely aware that starting Kela was the wrong answer, but not capable of finding the right one.
"I want to read Tumblr" I said to
"Will that make you happy?" they replied.
No.
Reading Tumblr won't make me happy. Watching stupid things on Netflix won't make me happy. Fucking around on and with the internet, accomplishing nothing won't make me happy --I tried that all yesterday, it did not work.
So instead I made a cake. I think I'm mostly happy about it.
And if nothing else, I will go dancing with my friends, and make them happy instead.
~Sor
MOOP!