I told the girls I would not be extorted for Easter baskets any longer, and offered to make a cake. I didn’t get suckered into providing Easter baskets until Franny’s dad started doing it over at his house, having been freed from my Satanic Communist regime of not feeding the girls waxy crap candy in the morning, relating to a holiday we don’t even believe in anyway.
Whew. I really need to look into periods, since I seem to be using up all the commas.
ANYWAY, I haven’t made a Grand Canyon cake in a while, which I thought would be fun.
You make different colored layers.
Then you stack them all up.
Then you split the cake gently. BEHOLD A CANYON. EDUCATIONAL!
Also you pour in the whiskey sauce and let the canyon sop it all up. Don’t forget to have a short snort of Jack before going out to plant herbs and alyssum.
“Happy Zombie Jesus Day”
Then Chewy comes along and knocks it onto the floor.
BRAP BRAP.
We are having Thai sticky rice for dessert.
Conveying Julia’s approval of your holiday theme.
I woulda et it with a spoon off da floor. Whiskey cake!
Is there a plague of licking going around the midget set? I think 75% of my parenting these days is “Please stop licking X”. X, of course can vary from the dog to the decorative tiles at the airport to my teeth.
Strudel is adoable!!! There was about a 4 year period in which I spent most of my time encouraging less licking of things in casa de jendajen… Drove me straight crazy but it’s cute when it’s happening in somebody else’s house, right? Happy weird celebration of the possible coma of some rabble-rouser from over 2k years ago!
SO MUCH LICKING. Well, she may grow out of it. I did when I was about 20.
Are you kidding me with that cake. AMAZING!