Trick from a treat
Oct. 25th, 2007 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spookyeviloneThursday is treat day at work. We have a revolving list of participants, and today was my day. Last night, I made a cake from scratch. This morning, I woke up early, startled out of sleep by a thought, "Hey! I have powdered sugar in the freezer downstairs! I could frost the cake!" Then nothing would do but to crawl out of bed and go frost the damn cake. Because I always obey the voices in my head, even when I'd much rather cut their obnoxious little tongues out.
Not wanting to be unsanitary, I showered first. It's a rule of life that I am not legally responsible for my actions before I've showered. Considering my spice cabinet contains several things that would be toxic if ingested, I figured being awake would be a good thing.
Sadly, not true.
Chocolate chips were melted with some butter, vanilla, and vanilla soy milk, then used the electric mixer to whip it into thick, gooey foam. Mmm, foam. I added 2 cups of powdered sugar, and turned the beaters on. I distinctly remember thinking, "Ok, now I need to turn it on low.." but apparently my brain translated that to my nerves as "CRANK IT!" because as I watched, my thumb betrayed me and pushed the lever up to 'high'. I couldn't close my eyes as a giant mushroom cloud of powdered sugar exploded out of the bowl and coated everything in my kitchen, including me.
So there I was, blinking powdered sugar out of my eyes, coughing, and looking around at my candy coated kitchen. This, predictably, sent me into hysterical giggles and sent me dashing downstairs to see if I looked like something out of a sitcom. I did. I was totally coated in sugar, irritated blue eyes blinking amidst a coating of powder. Stepping into the shower, I brushed off as much as I could and then went back to finish mixing the frosting before taking my second shower of the morning.
The cake and frosting, however, are fucking fantastic. I am squeaky clean once more. My kitchen, sadly, is still a candy coated disaster until I have time tonight to attack it with the shop vac.
[edit:] Candy Coated Disaster = great emo band name.
Not wanting to be unsanitary, I showered first. It's a rule of life that I am not legally responsible for my actions before I've showered. Considering my spice cabinet contains several things that would be toxic if ingested, I figured being awake would be a good thing.
Sadly, not true.
Chocolate chips were melted with some butter, vanilla, and vanilla soy milk, then used the electric mixer to whip it into thick, gooey foam. Mmm, foam. I added 2 cups of powdered sugar, and turned the beaters on. I distinctly remember thinking, "Ok, now I need to turn it on low.." but apparently my brain translated that to my nerves as "CRANK IT!" because as I watched, my thumb betrayed me and pushed the lever up to 'high'. I couldn't close my eyes as a giant mushroom cloud of powdered sugar exploded out of the bowl and coated everything in my kitchen, including me.
So there I was, blinking powdered sugar out of my eyes, coughing, and looking around at my candy coated kitchen. This, predictably, sent me into hysterical giggles and sent me dashing downstairs to see if I looked like something out of a sitcom. I did. I was totally coated in sugar, irritated blue eyes blinking amidst a coating of powder. Stepping into the shower, I brushed off as much as I could and then went back to finish mixing the frosting before taking my second shower of the morning.
The cake and frosting, however, are fucking fantastic. I am squeaky clean once more. My kitchen, sadly, is still a candy coated disaster until I have time tonight to attack it with the shop vac.
[edit:] Candy Coated Disaster = great emo band name.
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Date: 2007-10-25 06:01 pm (UTC)Right-o. Carry on.