Sunday, March 11, 2012
What I learned about myself and society during our move.
Apparently, I fancy myself a baker. And I say this, because I have consolidated no less than a large cardboard box worth of sprinkles/icing tubes/cupcake liners/candy melts/various shades of food coloring. They are currently taking up an entire shelf in my new kitchen, because as we all know--I CANNOT THROW ANYTHING AWAY. And they are too pretty to be banished the the basement, because that's where we hide the un-sexy appliances, like the bread maker.
This is also particularly humorous, because I bake once, maybe TWICE a year. Sometimes, I involve the children, and this ends up with me trying to CONTROL their sprinkle usage and patterning--and THIS friends, is the kind of thing that is likely to make them curl into the fetal position when preparing birthday cakes in their adulthood. Or possibly, they are going to become the most famous freaking petit four makers in the entire universe, and then I will have proof that FORCING my kids to do something ridiculous pays off.
Do you see that, I'm using humor again. I have my SARCASM back (insert eye roll), and if you don't like it you can suck it.
Also, having this many baking supplies and accessories is particularly interesting, when you consider that I regularly fail my housewivery exam--otherwise known as CAKE POPS. My cake pop disaster(s) are the equivalent of failing to tease my stick-straight bangs, 8-inches vertically back in 1988, though I will say that one time, it took my friend Amy and I FIVE hours to fashion FOUR angry birds out of cake pops. They were so awesome (visually), except that we got the ratio of frosting-to-cake wrong, and they ended up sliding down their lollipop sticks, like little, animated, exotic dancers--with none of the ability or talent to shimmy themselves back up their poles. So. Sad. I don't know who has the time to spend 47-hours making 25 cake pops, but I have a theory that it was those of you who used perm solution and a crimper on a regular basis to fry the crap out of your hair in the 80's.
Hope you all had an awesome weekend.