Monthly Archives: January 2016

CAKE! It’s what’s for breakfast.

Winter is LONNNNNNNG. Like trapped-in-a-conversation-with-someone-who-just-won’t-take-the-hint-that-my-interest-was-over-when-they-brought-up-their-explosive-digestive-issues-and-the-massive-and-highly-disgusting-failure-of-home remedies-made-with-eels-and-cod-liver-oil-for-said-constitutional-problems long.*

That is why CAKE was invented.

Carrot Cake in Progress

I cannot take credit for this recipe. It is a gift from my mother who made it for most of my birthdays and made a giant-sized one for my wedding. I finally made one for myself this weekend and I never want to lose this recipe again. So, I am putting it out for the whole world to enjoy.**

Mary’s Carrot Cake

3 Cups grated carrots (I do mine in the blender and drain well)

2 Cups flour

2 Cups sugar

1 ½ Cups oil

4 Eggs

2-4 tsp Cinnamon (I use 4)

2 tsp Baking soda

2 tsp Baking powder

1 tsp salt

½ Cup toasted pecans (omit if stomach problems)

½ Cup raisins

Mix all dry ingredients (sift) and add the rest of the goods and mix well. Grease and flour baking pan. Bake at 350° for 30 to 40 minutes in a 9×13 pan.

(I used two smaller pans and it took about 40 – test for doneness as you go.)

Cream Cheese Frosting:

  • 8 oz package of cream cheese softened
  • 1 stick butter or margarine softened
  • 4 Cups of powdered sugar or a little more if you like it stiffer
  • Vanilla to taste (1 tsp).
Cake - Carrot

As Dora the Explorer would say: Muy Delicioso!

Asterisk Bedazzled Footnote:

*Like, run-on-sentence long

**You’re welcome.


Microwave Predicts Snow, Clouds Form


Snowy Microwave
Now that’s what I call a “Frozen Dinner”.  (Someone needs to photoshop ‘Olaf’ into the interior for me… or just use your imagination.)

According to my microwave, half-an-inch of snow has fallen in the past hour. No, my oven doesn’t possess space-age technology allowing it to pop the Orville Redenbacher while simultaneously measuring the barometer looking for a warming trends. In fact, it’s not even capable of popping corn correctly. Which is why my microwave is sitting outside in the snow and my windows are open to the elements in hopes I won’t set off the very expensive, ear-piercingly loud fire alarms.*

The reason my microwave is melting a rectangle of water outside my door (that it will no doubt freeze in place overnight), is because I dared to dream. After a day of ‘getting stuff done’ and ‘being responsible’, I decided to take a break, sit down, and watch a movie with my son. Then Netflix froze up and I thought that, while it rebooted, I would make a snack…

Apparently Netflix decided I didn’t deserve to see the ending of “Home” and, while I was fiddling with that, the microwave set its phazers to ‘obliterate’ and my sweet-and-salty popcorn did a Vesuvius. Distracted by ‘the purple screen of death’, I hear my son shutting off the microwave—a favorite thing of his to do. I’m turning to yell at him when I realize billows of black smoke are pouring out through the side vents. Anticipating my curses, the child turns the microwave back on. Of course, I yelled at him anyway…

“No! It’s okay to turn it off when it’s on fire!”**

So, I’m sitting in my snow suit, waiting for the smoke to clear and hoping that, if I ever again get the bright idea to try and have a relaxing evening, I will just skip it and go to bed. Apparently the Gods of Irony have me on speed dial.

Orville Reden
Single Serving = “You’ve Been Served!”


Asterisk Bedazzled Footnote:

*My kitchen appliances really ought to come with built-in fire alarms and extinguishers. It would save time.

**One of these days I am going to write a book, Words I Never Thought Would Come Out of My Mouth. The first chapter will be entitled, “That’s Not Food”.



Please admire my new topic category: “Highly Flammable“.  I see great things in my future with this one!