Well this is annoying. Looks like I can't get into my old blog to post new stuff. Hey just because I only used it once a year doesn't need I don't neeeed it, man. Oh well, whatevs. I've been blabbing my life to FaceBook and Ravelry anyways.
I haven't been up to anything that anyone would want to read about anyway. I've been busy, trying not to stretch myself too thin, but it's hard not to jump in when you see something that needs done. It's especially true regarding Girl Scouts-- I went from extremely reluctant leader in 2010-11 to co-leader of a larger troop, and Service Unit Cookie Booth Coordinator, AND Service Unit Treasurer, ANNND holy crap did I just volunteer to be co-leader of another troop? I'm going to be financial advisor for them, mostly so Margo can be Junior Aide to the troop but also because the 'real' leaders don't want to deal with the financial aspect.
I dunno. I'll probably be one of those dopes who keeps on with it after my daughter loses interest. As they keep telling us, without volunteers, the whole thing collapses, so I'm doing my part there.
I also got suckered into making a cake for my Granny's 90th birthday party. My dad, the freewheeling hippy, is being strangely insistent on several
things about the party, one of them being that he wants a cake in the shape of the house where Granny grew up on the bayou in Louisiana. Ya know, the old one-story clapboard shack up on stilts so the river can flood under it every year, with the rain barrel and summer kitchen out back.
Don't get me wrong, I love Granny to bits, and she deserves the biggest cake ever for making it to twice my age under her own power, but I am no Cake Boss or Duff Goldman. I got him to agree to the house-shaped cake to be on the small side, with a sheet cake for feeding guests, but to make this magical thing I only have my vast Food-Network-cake-competition-show-watching experience to draw on.
Dad is insistent on porches, porch swings, and stilts, in order for it to look accurate, but he can't remember what color the corrugated roof was. He's colorblind, and I haven't seen this shack since 1979, soooooo yeah. It's gonna be blue.
Oh, and the party is December 1, so I get to bake and create this thing over Thanksgiving weekend! FUN!
I am trying to look at this as a challenge that I can rise to. My aunt and cousin are doing the hard work decorating and getting the guests there. And if there's one thing I learned from Ace of Cakes, it just has to look a little, tiny bit like the real thing, and people will love it. Must learn to love fondant. fonnndannnt. bluuueee foonnnndddannnt. mmm.
