Addendum to Pie and Thanksgiving Havoc

I felt I needed to clarify a few misconceptions. The part where I wished I had single-handedly prepared the Thanksgiving feast all by my lonesome...completely conjured up in my head only for a few insane moments. I think at the time my insulin was at a conspiring low level. For a laugh or two, I do amuse myself now and then. The couple of side dishes I did prepare, the baked beans and the apple sweet potatoes casserole alone were enough to put me in holiday frenzy! My apron off to all the Marthas out there who with blood, sweat and tears, hopefully without dripping any of those salty additives on the food, make Thanksgiving meals what they should be! Now back to reality...

When I stop to think about all the blessings in my life, I could go on and on feverishly listing them to infinity. Today though, I would like to share with you, my fellow cake enthusiasts, just a few things I am thankful for that make up the whirlwind of a cake-obsessed, true epitome of a mad hatter, sugar-infused, too-many-times completely misunderstand girl…and all that is implied.

Every day, I am thankful that I have been given one more day to live this sweet as cake, beautiful and chaotic life of mine! I am thankful for flour, butter, baking powder, cocoa, frosting, sprinkles, butter (worth mentioning twice) and all that is chocolate and all that is sweet. I am thankful that my metabolism hadn’t come down to a jolting halt; otherwise, my cake posts would be much more infrequent. I am thankful to know that should I fall while carrying a piece of cake, I have it all conjured up in my head as to how I would pick it and myself up graciously…genius preempt planning, uh huh, I know! I am thankful for all the unsolicited quirks about cake eating I get from the people in my life. Life would be so unconstitutional without the hooey anecdotes that lead up to such comments. I am thankful my OCD is now banking on ordinary depreciation; my obsession with my vacuum has now been replaced with the cyber world of blogging but not to say that I wouldn’t be superbly ecstatic to be the owner of a new Dyson! I am thankful for my good health, despite the excessive sugar hangovers and contrary to my mother’s fear I will soon develop diabetes along with WebMD’s coincidental facts on the possibilities. I am thankful I can be satisfied by my failed attempts at baking and am able to live with it. I wasn't kidding when I said I eat a lot more than I bake! I am thankful for the opportunity to share with my fellow cake enthusiasts all the happiness that is circumferenced by cake and the fact that the insanity of cake somewhat depletes the insanity of ME! I’m thankful that it is NOT compulsory to have the need to argue with myself about what cake I’ll be having today. I am thankful that I can be moody, intractable and monomaniacal at times and that no matter what, cake usually makes it better! Happy Thanksgiving fellow cake enthusiasts…keep eating cake, after all, is there really anything more genial? An abundance of cake blessings to you all on this day and everyday! Go Cake

Pie and Thanksgiving Havoc

So, here I am on the eve of Thanksgiving daydreaming of the wonderful buffet that will stand before me tomorrow and how I secretly in a sort of odd yet canonical way wish I had exhaustedly and unaided prepared the entire feast all by myself. For the past few days, all the talk and complaints overheard from women about the exhausting preparations and all the cooking that has to be done for this yearly havoc of a meal sent me into some sort of dire need to want to be one to also complain and yet enjoy the satisfaction of the fruits of such labor afterward. Sounds a bit unrighteous and chauvinistic perhaps? Maybe, but I want to be Martha for once! I want to stuff the turkey and lace its hind legs to its tail just so. I want my turkey to be indulgingly moist and buttery. I want to own an expensive turkey baster. I want the stuffing to be created from scratch and use real cornbread. I want to know what to do with cranberry sauce. I want it all…but unfortunately, this year, I’m willing to overturn triumphancy! So, instead I will take, as some over achievers might negate, ‘baby steps’. Yes, that will suffice for now. I’ll start with pie. What a novel idea! Since I’m a novice pie maker, I cheated and bought the frozen pie crusts. I found a wonderful recipe for a Caramel-Walnut pie. Fast forward 45 minutes later. My goodness, I completely surpassed my own expectation. I baked a pie! Once the center was ‘set’, I knew my culinary skills were reaping, behind the dark scene, in its own hidden glory. The pie was very tasty and oh so deliciously splendid. I welcomed every bite with an apparent smile. By the way, I’ve read somewhere about some study that revealed that women who ate an abundant amount of pie were happier than those who didn’t similarly indulge. This definitely explains why women on diets don’t smile…ha! So to stay true to such statistics, I decided to bake two pies! With my nominal boost of confidence, I can, today, utter those vainglorious words I’ve been dying to say, “Eat your heart out Martha! Happy, Happy Thanksgiving. Its okay fellow cake enthusiasts, to be gratified by pie instead of cake today. Cake is not on my Thanksgiving menu!