Are anyone else’s parents obsessed with dying? My father (may he rest in peace) wasn’t, but my mother sure is. It is all she talks about. How she’s gonna die soon. How this may be the last time I see her. How she wants to donate her body to science. Her life insurance policy. Jesus. She’s only 65! She wonders why I don’t call often. ANYONE can die at anytime. I could die right now, but I don’t think about it constantly. I would never be happy. I have talked to a few other friends about this and they say their moms are the same way. What is wrong with our mothers?!?!?
Waited on Wienerdog last night! LOVE Welcome to the Dollhouse. I know she’s been in other stuff since then, but that is what I remember. She was very sweet. Also Questlove was seated at my bar for a few minutes….I thought he looked familiar.
Thursday night, after work, at around 11:30pm, I made a pie to sell at work on Friday. I schlepped that mug halfway across town Friday afternoon. By 10pm we had sold out of it. Five hours. My pie is dank y’all. Yay! It’s nice to find out from complete strangers that you are a good cook/baker. (Here’s a photo of the same pie made a couple years ago…Special thanks to Mary Emerson for the recipe).
March has arrived. This means three things. March Madness (something I do well at occasionally despite my lack of interest and knowledge), My dad/Kristina’s Birthdays and St. Patty’s day.The thing I am most stoked about though is that winter is almost over.
I am nowhere near Irish and I have never really understood the holiday (what are they celebrating? To me it’s a bunch of morons-most of which who are not Irish-wearing green, getting hammered all day, singing Danny Boy, and those people have no idea what they are celebrating too.), but it was the inspiration behind this months cake, a green cake. You are thinking maybe I shoulda made an Irish Cream Cake or a Guinness cake, but I wanted a green cake so you are s.o.l.
I used to drink Grasshoppers all the time when I started drinking. I used to only drink super sweet drinks, like Amaretto Sours. I still like a little sweetness but nothing like before. Grasshoppers, however, are fucking delicious and I would drink one right now. For those who have never had one, it’s like mint chocolate chip ice cream with alcohol (very little sometimes but you can add more). They were very popular in the 50s and 60s, which is very “me” as well.
As you can see, this cake required a ton of ingredients but it was actually pretty easy to make. It’s a basic chocolate cake, with a mint buttercream frosting and layers of ganache. The frosting and ganache called for Creme de Menthe but for some reason, no liquor stores near me had any (and I didn’t feel like walking). One liquor store had 5 brands of Creme de Cacao, but no menthe. Go figure.
I combined a couple recipes again to make my own. I used the buttercream and ganache recipe from Baked and the cake recipe from this cake(which also looks fabulous). The result is delicious. It’s a very moist cake with not to much icing. My husband says everytime he sees it in the fridge he wants a piece because it looks so pretty. Maybe in a couple months I will be able to decorate really well (like the guy in the first link) but for now I am happy with the cake just tasting good. Here is another photo:
I just wanted to let you know that your audience doesn’t need to hear a five minute anecdote between every song of your set telling us how they came to fruition. We don’t really care that much. We just want to hear the GD songs. The only time this is cool is if you are over 50. Once you have reached that age, you may have an interesting story to tell. Maybe you could pick one story to share or maybe you could put all the information you want to share on your album insert, as a footnote. Just a thought.