Sunday, June 29, 2008

Took a Trip, but Now I'm Back

It was a quick trip, but it was fun! And I failed to mention that I'd be gone but I had a good reason for leaving and here it is: my son! His 30th birthday was Saturday. (He looks great, doesn't he? Me? No makeup and uncombed hair - whaddya expect?) His troupe of three (...going on four!) and I decided he needed a birthday cake. They cooked; I supervised. Each had a special job, so it was truly a group effort. My son's not much for chocolate cake so we decided pineapple upside-down cake would be just the thing. Morgan carefully placed the pineapple slices and was also in charge of pouring the batter into the pan. Chastity took care of the brown sugar bed that the pineapples would rest upon and was responsible for mixing the batter. Bradley's job was to spray the bottom of the banking pan with margarine but more importantly, he not only had to make sure the cherries were centered in the middle of each pineapple, he served as quality control director for the cherries. Making sure they weren't overly sour is an important job, you know. The recipe called for three eggs, so of course each one had to break an egg for the batter. It's always up to the birthday person to cut and serve the cake. The results? Delicious! (That's vanilla ice cream next to the cake. I have no idea why it looks like scrambled eggs!) Do yourself and your children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, adopted extended younger family members, etc. a favor and introduce them to the kitchen and the art of cooking while they are young. More on the trip later. Right now, it's bedtime! (*Yawn...*) 'Nite!

2 comments:

Janet C. Fish said...

Ohhhh, scrambled eggs and upside down cake! Yummy! hahahahaha That looks like it was a fun day.

Glad you are back, I missed you. I knew you were going to be gone, but kept checking your blog anyway, just in case you could post from there.

Love, Janet

Sher said...

Hey there, Janet! It was a great time! But, as much as I appreciate being home, it was sooo hard to leave.

Love,
Sher