who makes the morning fabulous?
i think there are two things about cake-building that need to be understood.
first, the cake has to look terrible before it can look beautiful. when i'm stacking the layers on top of one another and cutting things off to even things out, the thing is a mess! i terrible mess.
secondly, no matter how terrible the cake looks in the beginning, there is no guarantee that it will ever look beautiful at all.
how did pedro build such a beautiful cake? it must be the moustache. "never trust a man with a moustache."
for some reason my cakes-that-aren't-cheesecake are never beautiful. no one cares as they eat the chocolately wonder, but i wilt and care as i light the candles and carry the thing out to the guests and their sweet teeth. perhaps had i not gone to college for years and years and one degree and another i could have pursued perfecting the art of cake building during those years, instead. one can only wonder.
joe's birthday. grandma told him, "i'm mad at you for having your party outside! i don't want to be out in the cold! i'm mad at you!" and he smirked and called to tell me. but at the end of the warm, though windy, evening and after her fat pieces of ugly yet delicious cake, she declared herself as "having a wonderful time!"
we twinkled the trees starry and i have to say the lights won't be coming down all summer. the lanterns are inside in a pile on the sunporch table, as they will not withstand wind and rain, but the indoor/outdoor lights we bought for our christmas tree are taking an extended camping trip in the backyard. of course, we need more lights! many, many more lights! the tree needs to be ablaze with lights from top to bottom! get this girl some fancy tree climbing equipment and i'll cover the thing with twinkling sensations in no time at all.
who makes the morning fabulous?
who says today's a fun day?
why do i feel like sailing again?
honey, it's you...
who makes the traffic interesting?
rescues a dreary sunday?
who makes me feel like painting again?
honey, it's you...
who has a friend named melanie?
who's not afraid to try new things?
who gets to spend her birthday in spain?
possibly you...
-- steely dan, of course.
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Back in Erie, we had a lovely backyard with a huge tree overshadowing a portion of the yard. The branches swept low at the edges then soared like rafters above us. It was like having another room in the house, where the roof was formed by a living tree. In this tree we hung clear Christmas lights, which cast a soft, diffused glow over us.
It was wonderful.
All of that to say: I like your lights. :-)
You have the most lovely lights.
If only you had skipped college, you surely could have worked in an ATI weeklong class on cake building with the Gothardites ;o) I lack cake decorating skills, too. As long as it tastes good...
stumbled across your blog on the crossings. :-) i love your lights! you have a great blog...very fun.
--bekah
how can one not love the lights? :)
kristen -- yes, that is too true. and maybe i'd have come away with a truly encouraging navy and white apron.
on the same token, perhaps you'd be a splendid stock-pot weilding cake-decorator had you taken up the offer to move in with and learn from mrs. rcs jr. (as the good ole boys smoked stogies in the parlor, of course, "while the little ones play on the floor with the dogs..."). i wonder if she holds to the "as long as it tastes good" theory?
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