I would like to say a few words about my cat. He was found last year when he was three weeks old by a friend of mine who lived in the dorm, and after he got too big the deans said he needed to move out. My mom is a sucker for cats, so I lured her into convincing the rest of the family to adopt a kitten. Long story short, we now have an adorable, overweight feline known as "Kitty" but formally named Rees.
First of all, he loves people food. One time we brought the groceries home and within minutes he had shredded a bag of bagels because he wanted those carbs SO BAD.
He really, really likes to sleep on his back. It's extremely odd.
If he smells something he hates (orange peel, nail polish remover, minty gum) he squints his eyes shut and scrunches his face back. Get that away from me! He thinks we are crazy.
If you throw a sock onto a ceiling fan, he will sit and stare up at it endlessly, waiting for it to fall.
But, if the sock ever does fall, he probably won't give it back. He has a major things for socks and hats and gloves. Especially gloves. Even if your gloves are in your coat pockets that are buttoned shut, he will claw them out, take them to a secret hiding place, and growl and hiss at anyone who comes near.
Oh, also, he's on a diet.
Today was a really, really, really nice day. This morning it was 65º, sunny, and crisp. My mother and I started off the day with a disappointing shopping spree, but came home and worked on taking photos of some of her stuff for her website. The family enjoyed a lunch of french fries, corn on the cob, and peaches, a natural go-together. Well, really it was a conglomeration of random grocery items we wanted to eat before they were forgotten. I also enjoyed some delicious baby pickles that are highly superior to the soggy pickle chips served at Union Market.
Anyway, I decided that it was cake time, and I did the unthinkable. I caved. I fell into the inescapable trap of a box cake. I haven't always been like this. Actually, I only became a cake snob several months ago when I decided to whip up a cake from scratch. It turned out to be the best thing that's ever happened to my baking life, which previously consisted of cutting up chunks of frozen pillsbury cookie dough and occasionally baking a boxed fun-fetti cake for my brother. So for the last few months I've experimented with various cake recipes (ok... two. one coconut and one chocolate. But sometimes I make the frosting minty!) and sworn I'd never go back to boxed cake again.
But last night I was meandering around at Target. Look! A box of white cake! I could disguise the fake-white-cake-taste by giving it coconut frosting! Well, um, no, you can't. I found that out today. From the moment I opened the Betty Crocker bag of magic cake powder, I knew something was wrong. A all-too-sweet odor hit me that smelled like those lotions and candles at Bath and Body Works that are named "cupcake" or "sprinkles." However, I went on to make the cake, whip up some frosting (with coconut flavor!) and make a semi-presentable pink coconut cake that, in my opinion, is slightly too sweet.
But I've never been a white-cake fan anyway.
Maybe you would like it.
Isn't it pretty though?
Do you know how many flavors of LifeSavers they make? A lot. Let me tell you how many. In one bag of hard fruit life savers, there are thirteen flavors. This does not include gummy flavors, sour flavors, or any variation of mint. This includes but is not limited to Mango-Melon, Papaya, Piña Colada AND Pineapple, Watermelon, and Banana. Do any other papaya candies even exist? We are very impressed and will be going back for more.