November 26, 2008
I know everybody loves turkey. Well duh, of course we do. Specially at Thanksgiving. They make great pets. And they’re easy to shoot.
Me, I don’t give a rat’s ass about turkey. I mean, it’s fine. I like turkey. I like turkey sandwiches. I like stuffing, and mashed potatoes, all that crap. But don’t listen to me, I also like Bit o Honey and Velveeta.
But what I’m MOST looking forward to this weekend is cake. Chocolate cake. Chocolate cake with my mom’s chocolate frosting. Chocolate frosting that isn’t really frosting, but is, rather, fudge.
I don’t really like cake. But I LOVE my mom’s chocolate/fudge frosting. The cake is just a delivery mechanism for the frosting/fudge. I don’t even mind if a bit of the cake sticks to the bottom of the frosting fudge when I eat it. That’s fine.
Because once I’ve started eating the fudge, I really don’t have any idea WHAT is going on around me. Yeah, it’s like ecstasy. I hear.
I have learned to make this fudge/frosting myself, but lately we’ve made a serious attempt to be less fat at my house, so I don’t make it very often anymore. The downside of not making it very much anymore is that when I DO make it, I eat fully three fourths of the entire cake. (Well, truth is, most of the cake remains uneaten, since I’m really only in it for the fudge/frosting.)
My kids aren’t in to it. They love my cookies (because they’re awesome). Ian loves my chocolate popcorn (because it’s awesome). But they don’t love my chocolate cake with chocolate frosting (because they’re idiots).
I’m getting a little lightheaded just talking about it. I may have to make myself a warm up cake to kick the holidays off right.
My goal is to gain less than 10 lbs over the coming weekend. I’m kind of an overachiever.