Anyway. As if that wasn’t random enough…
I baked a cake yesterday. Here’s a photo of it. It’s a peach upside-down cake. It’s like pineapple upside-down cake except it’s made with…wait for it…cherries. Just kidding. It’s made with peaches. I made if from scratch and it’s maybe the most delicious thing ever to come out of our oven. That includes before I lived here. I mean, I love the Bear but a baker he is not. Bless him.
I’ve noticed that where I come from people will cover saying bad things by ending or beginning it with, “Bless him.” Or “Bless her heart.” Like, “He has a face like a bulldog, bless him.” And, “Bless her heart, she can’t drive to save her life.” It’s as though the fact that they are bestowing a blessing in there means it’s okay to insult someone. I condone this behavior because it’s a little bit nice and a little bit evil all at once.
I saw a box of Ritz crackers in the grocery store the other day and I was happy. Too happy. My brain said, “That’s a label I recognize. I want that. I WANT TEN BOXES OF THAT.” I was singing the praises of Nabisco and cradling the box like a child with a cuddly toy. The Bear gave me the ‘oh, no, not again’ face as I skipped to the cart with my new found treasure. Sadly, I can’t even remember if I liked Ritz crackers before moving to the UK or if it’s just a little bit of name brand home sickness. Who cares. I’ve got a box of Ritz crackers in the cupboard and all’s right with the world.
Getting back to the cake above, the Bear and I licked the batter bowl clean, raw eggs and all. Do not judge me. And do not even think about telling me that’s unsanitary and disgusting. If you do, I won’t like you anymore. However, if you’d like to tell me you do that too so that I feel better about getting salmonella poisoning, you may proceed. (Sorry to get a little defensive, but cake batter and I are close. We have an understanding – I defend it and it tastes delicious. It’s an arrangement that’s working out so far.)
Why are so many of my random thoughts about food today?
Speaking of food (yes, again), I feel much better about my “mangled mango” (as Jenners put it) debacle from last week. I never realized so many people ate mangoes* whole, right off the seed like an apple. I’m so proud of you all!! Thank you for letting me know that having to clean the sofa….and the dog afterwards isn’t that peculiar. And the carpet. And maybe my shirt…
(*Is the plural of "mango" really "mangoes"? That's so odd.)
I’m going to go now. I’m all randomed out.
Okay I’m really not, but I’m going to spare you until next week. MAYBE.