Exhibit A: This weeks harvest.
Please notice the zucchini in the back. I assure you, I have not enlarged anything in photoshop. These are zucchini bats.
Here's a comparison between one of those and a regular, grocery store-sized zucchini. We'll label this Exhibit B:
I tried putting one of them on my kitchen scale, which will go up to 8 pounds. It overwhelmed it and it shut down. I'm estimating these at 10 pounds each. I did a little math on this earlier. The zucchini bread recipe I have calls for approximately 1 cup of shredded zucchini per loaf. If each cup weighs half a pound (which might be a bit much), than I'm looking at 20 loaves each. I really hope everyone on here likes zucchini bread.
If you've been doing any kind of psychedelic drugs or are prone to nightmares, I'd advise against watching this.
Truly, I even used to have the wardrobe, haircut and car to go with it. Le sigh.
People:
If you fart in the ladies room, please don’t promptly cover every available surface in Lysol. That’s worse.
Thank you.
This has been my undoing for the last several days. I have a wedding cake due Friday, and it's 5 tiers that are half-covered in these little pink flowers. Approximately 3000 of them. It will have ivory icing, these guys, and candy pearls. Don't get me wrong, this is going to be a lovely cake, but I swear on all that is holy I can do without piping a pink royal icing flower for a very long time. Just as a reference, what's in the tupperware there is probably something like 300. I'm still piping, and will be until Wednesday. Needless to say, I'll post pics this weekend.
May is a nutty month. Wedding cake this week, two birthday cakes and my sister's wedding cake next week, as well as the flight to Seattle with said cake, three graduation cakes and a party cake for Memorial Day the week after, and something I'm forgetting the week after that. I've turned down at least two offers for social engagements this weekend, one with an assurance that I'll be able to see them sometime around June 7th.
I know it all sounds whiny, but in reality it's not. It's fun stuff. As a break this afternoon I baked Jared a chocolate cake (since he never gets any). I just need to keep a closer eye on my cake schedule. This is getting crazy with a full time job. I need a Mary Alice of my very own.
Oh good lord.
You know you spend a lot of time at the dentist when, instead of giving you a card with your next appointment on it, they print you a list.
A giant bush of tiny white flowers, and
almost lilacs! I'm particularly excited about this development. When we moved in last summer, I thought there were three lilac bushes out back planted next to each other. I was wrong. It's one HUGE bush that's positively covered in flower buds.
I'll post pictures of the various gardens when anything actually happens with them. Bulbs are nothing interesting to look at.
Also, before I forget, the obligatory cake picture:
I actually made this about a month ago, but let's face it... I'm not known for my frequent posting these days. It's an asian chocolate cake. It's a ginger-infused chocolate cake with a filling of dark chocolate ganache laced with ginger, black sesame seeds and a touch of wasabi, and iced with a ginger whipped cream and sprinkled with more black sesame seeds. It sounds sort of intimidating on paper, but I assure you it's quite delicious and not at all hot. The wasabi works in much the same way cinnamon or chili powder do when paired with chocolate; they make the flavor of the chocolate more pronounced without lending too much of their own flavor. Anyway, thought I'd share. Now that we're headed into High Cake Season (with tons of weddings, first communions, etc.) there will be plenty of cake pictures to come.
But, because death must be countered with humor...
Speaking of projects, once I get all the cakey things delivered tomorrow I'll be doing some serious gardening. Last weekend I got lots of brush cleared, leaves raked, and branches broken down. While I was doing that I came across lots of random bricks strewn about the edges of the fence. I had enough that I made a little bed around the tree out back. Jared filled it with some nice compost, so tomorrow I'm going to till it up a bit and plant either some fancy-leaved caladium or astilbe around the base (
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lacyunderall? Suggestions?). I'm also going to get the bed along the side defined and planted with lily-of-the-valley, bleeding hearts, and more astilbe. Hopefully I'll also get the hammock up as well. It's hard to resist the allure of a sunny, 67 degree day, particularly when I'm in the middle of a good book.And speaking of gardening, does anyone have a wheelbarrow I could borrow for an afternoon?
EDIT: If anyone in LJ land asks me to bake a cake for them, for the love of god please don't ask me to write anything on it. I have an unsteady hand and terrible handwriting and you will not like the result (unless you want it to look like someone's kid sister got her hands on a piping bag).
I spent the remainder of yesterday vomiting (I lost count at 8 times) and sleeping. I couldn't even keep water or anti-nausea meds down, which had me worred about things like getting so dehydrated I'd need an IV. Luckily this morning I've managed to drink half a bottle of gatorade and eat a banana (though it's only been 15 minutes, so maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up).
That's all the news from Lake Wobegon. I'm dizzy and heading back to bed.
With just the title "My truck". No other explanation. And of course he wasn't answering his cell phone. Jerk. I mean, clearly he's ok or he wouldn't be volleying around snapshots of the wreckage, but still. It's a little unnerving.
I managed to get my mom on the phone. Apparently early this morning he was driving outside Houston and noticed an orange glow coming from outside the passenger-side window. He stopped the truck, went around and saw flames leaping out from behind the wheel. He yelled for his student to get out of the truck and then tried to put it out with a fire extinguisher. It didn't work. The flames were 20 feet high within seconds and I guess the whole thing burned to the ground before the fire department was even able to get there. All his stuff was in the truck, including meds and his wallet. Now he's stuck in Houston with no driver's license, no credit cards, not even his cell phone charger. Just the phone and the clothes on his back.
I managed to get him on the phone a few hours later and yelled at him for sending me pictures like that without explanations. He relayed the same story to me and was joking about how his student looked. I guess he was sleeping in the back at the time and only had time to throw on a sweatshirt, a pair of his daughter's pajama pants and some tennis shoes without socks. I guess he's walking around in too-short girly pajamas without any other clothes to change into. My dad found this endlessly amusing.
I'm awfully glad he's ok.
I feel loved when...
The Five Love Languages
My Primary Love Languages are probably Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation
| Physical Touch: | 9 |
| Words of Affirmation: | 9 |
| Quality Time: | 6 |
| Acts of Service: | 6 |
| Receiving Gifts: | 0 |
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Unhappiness in relationships is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. It can be helpful to know what language you speak and what language those around you speak.
Tag 3 people so they can find out what their love language is.
98% Mike Gravel
82% John Edwards
78% Chris Dodd
78% Barack Obama
75% Hillary Clinton
75% Joe Biden
71% Bill Richardson
30% Rudy Giuliani
26% Ron Paul
18% John McCain
13% Mitt Romney
12% Mike Huckabee
12% Tom Tancredo
5% Fred Thompson
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In happier news, I made an important discovery a couple of weeks ago. You can download free audiobooks on the KC Public Library website! I'm not sure how I've lived here for so long and never knew this! I've gone through several now just listening while I'm at work. I'm working my way through a series right now where the narrirator is about to make me lose my mind. She's British, but at various points she has to do an American accent that may be one of the more atrocious to ever meet my ears. She also does an irritating child with a grating lisp. I'd have stopped ages ago, but I'm sadly hooked on the storyline. C'est la vie.
I've finally gotten my studio set up in the basement. Once I was able to work out the lighting issue, things have come right along. Now I'm just unpacking things like fabric, felt, paper and the damn knitting machine. I plan on putting up the shelves above my sewing table this afternoon. I'll post pictures once things are in place. After that, ladies, I feel a craft party in the near future.
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