Important life lessons
This goes out to Julie, J. and Bex (and Karen T.!): since we’re all turning 30 this year, one of us has to hit that magic number first. And, lucky for you, it’s me.
In our 30th year, we’re going to learn a lot of important lessons along the way, so let me share the first lesson I learned as a 30-year-old:
If you’re going to start baking at 11:30, make sure you’re not too tired to read the recipe carefully. Otherwise, you’ll have the batter in the pan and be thinking, “Huh. This stuff is awful thick,” before realizing you forgot the cup of boiling water that gives the batter a more batter-like consistency. Then you have to scrape it back into the bowl, getting the batter (which has the consistency of marshmallows at this point) all over the counter, the floor and, mysteriously, in your hair*.
* That last one may be unique to me. I’m talented – what can I say?
Huh. Long ago in my youth, I learned that the best way to bake was to let someone else do it. Kitchen? Whoozawhuhnow?
I think I tried to warn you about that part of the recipe…if not…sorry!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!!!
[ HTF did you get it in your hair??? ]
Happy birthday!
I thought the “birthday cake in the hair” phase was supposed to happen about — oh, say 29 years ago?
Happy Birthday!!!! I hope the cake was delicious (it always tastes better when you make a big mess!!)
hee, hee! bonne fête à toi, betty crocker! you’ll see– 30 is marvelous.
Julie – tsk tsk tsk!
Canknitian – you did, and I forgot anyways
As to how I got it in my hair – I must have brushed my hair off my face without realizing I had batter on my hand.
Karen – you’re never too old to get the cake all over the place
Beth (and everyone else) – Thanks for the birthday wishes! You guys are the best!
Kellie – Betty Crocker ain’t got nothin’ on me
And it’s good to know that this will be a good year 