Sarcastic to a fault and an undercover optimist, this is the weird little world that is my life. For some reason and in spite of being really boring, all kinds of wonderful, funny things happen to me. This is my writing experiment. How it’ll turn out or what I’m trying to do, I’ll find out somewhere along the way.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Red Velvet Cake


As some people have made me aware, I’m late blogging tonight. By some people I mean Dana. And Dana shouldn’t complain because she knows why I’m late (she just left my house). We decided that we were going to make a red velvet cake. Why we decided we would do that at 9:00 o’clock is a question I am unwilling and unable to answer.

Just about everything is covered in red food colouring. I must say, I was a bit disappointed to discover that red velvet cake is only red because of food colouring. I thought perhaps it was some neat ingredient, but no. Just a crap load of dye. It’s still quite good though. I was surprised by how dense a cake it is. taste wise, I must quote Dana: "You can just taste a hint of cocoa"which also surprised me given how little cocoa is actually in the batter.

This has little to do with the cake, but for once, Dana swore way more than me. And we got it all on camera. Yeah… we filmed the whole escapade. I mostly avoided being on camera which I think is kind of impressive. Dana had no problem blocking me from view. So it worked out well. I’d post the videos but I don’t want to. I’m wearing crappy clothes (which turned out to be a good thing after the dye-splattering fiasco) and I look pregnant. Not the look I typically go for. Perhaps I should start using the exercise bike as more than just a barrier to my closet… I’ll think about it.





I’m afraid that’s about it for today. It’s quite late and I’m quite tired. Though, I will leave you with a thought that has nothing to do with baking. I discovered the real difference between cats and dogs. Cats get used to you and let you into their lives. Dogs require you to get used to them and invade your life. I like dogs, but I definitely prefer cats (insert lesbian joke if you must). Meeko does his thing, sometimes he sits with me, sometimes he doesn’t. We have our own routines and we go about them how we please. Go figure we picked the anal, anti-social cat twelve years ago when we went to the pound. It was meant to be.

Crazy Cat Lady AKA Lauren.

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