Dessert @ MindSay

I have cake.

I have a delicious cake.

I have a delicious mountain of cake.

Really, the thing looks like a designer said, "I'm thinking...volcano! In German Chocolate!"

It is SOOOO delicious.

It is also rather...large. To the point where I'm certain that my dorm was not the best one to bring it back to, because there are not enough people who live here to ensure that this will be consumed by the end of the week.

My dear Rachel ALSO has cake. She has the vanilla side of this. We half-seriously considered pranking Signscout with it, because the boy absolutely loves food. Really. Almost any girl has to take it for granted that he will love certain foods more than her. Any girl with a bit of intelligence on this one will put two and two together, and make a point of being able to make said foods. Signscout will be her willing slave.

Anyway, Rachel is quite possibly the epitome of kindness and responsibility. Everyone loves Rachel. And most of the RA's know that Signscout and I are buddies. So, we're reasonably certain that we could track down an RA who would allow either or both of us into his room for the purpose of tastefully arranging cake. Not making a mess - just making it look like he had a birthday party for seven penguins or something.

He would, of course, have to kill me. Rachel's still off-limits. The best friend can be cheerfully murdered at any time - unless it's someone else doing the murdering. It's a peculiar system. You destroy anyone who threatens the friend, because, y'know, that's what you do for your friends. You also have the constant and unspoken right to try to kill your best friend, because, well, you love 'em.

So. I have cake. And I don't care who eats it, as long as it is enjoyed and that right soon. If you wish, I have plates and forks. As of tomorrow, I will probably even have milk to go with it.

This is the sort of party invitation that would read, "I demand that you show up and eat my food!"

Almost two in one night.

I was getting my haircut tonight and the lady shrieked and got a tissue and wiped my neck. Apparently she accidentally cut me, but I didn't even feel it which was weird.

Then after, I went across the street to get some profiteroles a lovely French dessert that I hadn't tried yet.

On my way back, I had to cross the street. I had five seconds left to cross the street and I made a decision and jumped in the street. The car in the right hand lane was not moving and did not have their signal on. But as soon as I jumped in the street they started moving (even though I was right at the corner). Luckily they saw me at the last second. OR ELSE I COULD BE DEAD!!! GEEE!!!! I hate it when people don't use their signal.  I guess I should be more careful about crossing in the future too.  I usually make eye-contact with drivers if I'm walking, but then again, I didn't know he planned to turn (I think he really wanted to run someone over).

So anyway, I come home. And I look in the mirror. Man, the cut on my neck looks like vampire bites!! How did I not feel it at all.  There are like two red marks. Ha. ha. Well, so the neck injury isn't a near death experience, but whatever.  I thought I'd include it in the story. I rubbed coconut oil on it, because it is supposed to heal stuff like that. We'll see!

I just made some apple dumplings from scratch and at this very moment I'm taking my first bite.

Comfort foods; ya know I love it!




I wish I could show you how they turned out but I still have yet to remedy my picture problem. I'm working on it though.

Last night "the husband" came home with a 7-up cake and a pint of Bluebell ice cream for our dessert. Blue Bell, which in my biased humble opinion is the best ice cream EVER, must have made a deal with the devil! The flavor my husband came home with was a new one called "Cake Batter".  Holey SHIPS people!  How in the H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS did Blue Bell manage to make an ice cream that tastes exactly like vanilla cake batter?  It's either pure genius or some sort of evil wizardry going on in that factory! I first suspected that they may have made a deal with the devil when they came out with their Pecan Pie ice cream.

 

 I also suspect there is some sort of  sorcery going on in the factories that produce Jelly Bellies. How in the hell did they make a jelly bean that tastes just like buttered popcorn??? Tha DEBIL!

with Oreos, it seems the chocolate taste is a little bit off and way too sugary.

I tried these on sale:

and Mmmm they're good.