Life on the tilt-a-whirl.

My brain resembles a tilt-a-whirl with me slinging stuff on board. 42 things humming along at once. I jump from seat to seat taking a new course. Buckling in. I turn on the washer but forget to press start. I shave one leg and forget the other. The creamer sometimes ends up in the pantry. I can't find the television remote after I placed it somewhere safe. I've been known to leave the car running. I consistently have food stuck in my teeth because I can't be bothered to look in a mirror. The list goes on. My husband routinely asks me if I can just sit. Who has time for that? Vacations are hard for me. I want to be productive. They feel way less than productive. Way less.

Today is: make grandma's cake day. Please BEWARE of my cooking. I sometimes overlook a key ingredient at a crucial point. The secret is, that even though I am not that amazing at it- I LOVE TO COOK! The ritual. The Production. The hilarity of the result.It's all the icing on the cake. Rick's face when I try to mix in something healthy. I wait with glee in my soul. Cauliflower. Vegan crumbles. Lettuce wraps.

Requirements for today's said cake: Grandpa says it must be exotic. Is Jello Exotic?
Does butter really have to be softened?
I have now turned on the Great British Baking Show. Pretending I am now at my own chef station with my fellow cast mates. I will win. Lets do this. I gaze into Paul Hollywood's baby blues. Lets be transparent. He is the real reason we all tune in.
The Harry Potter Soundtrack for inspiration.
I got distracted and made myself a cup-a-tea to really live in the moment. I am ready.

The British seem to have a much more experienced palate that will contribute to my creation.
Spotted Dick. (I mean really?) Lardy cake. Trifle. Wet Nelly.
Wet Nelly is bread soaked in milk and then baked- yum... or not.

I have now settled on a chocolate cake creation. I will report back regarding the results and taste.

I just pulled the 2 bundt cakes from the oven. They appear to be jiggling. Are they to actually jiggle? I put them back in the oven.

No matter. I will slather them in butter cream. No one will turn down butter cream.

Now there is smoke. Why????? Reece is questioning my abilities. Reece is naked. "i better get dressed mom in case you burn down the house! Then you'll have to call dad" She flounces away.

Ah. I love baking.