I’m obsessed with Simon Baker. Love the stubble and the glasses. mmm
Dating
I went over to a certain boy‘s apartment on Tuesday to get ready for the snow day we were to have on Wednesday. I brought over his cake which I think he liked. I ate more than half of it so he didn’t really have all that much to taste. ha.
We watched the beautiful snow fall and stick to the branches outside his window. I wanted to make jello shots (ala college snow days) and make snowmen but we didn’t get very far from the couch. Instead we drank Wild Turkey (warms you up!), ate birthday cake, and watched movies. I finally watched Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Loved it and though Penelope Cruz rocked as the crazy ex wife. I love Woody Allen films.
So 44 hours later I left his apartment as the sun was setting. This is the only picture I have of the gorgeous snowy day.
I’m not certain if I have a Valentine this year. But if I did, I’d love to wear this outfit.
It’s a certain boy’s birthday and I had no idea what to get him so I thought it would be nice to bake him a cake. I really wanted to make a Pillsbury funfetti cake (my fave when i was younger!) but he had mentioned that he likes oreos and cookie cakes. (I was like, “huh? what’s a cookie cake?”) I started googling recipes and ideally aimed to make something like this:
But there were so many recipes and the ingredients and directions just had my head spinning. I didn’t have a cake pan or mixer, didn’t know the difference between all 4 sugars in the recipe, and had to text Bionic Woman to ask her what it meant to “fold.” She replied, “Hahahaha. I feel like I need to come over and help you.” I was determined to make this special, on my own, but had to text her a million more times with apparently retarded questions. She replied, “I can’t with you and this baking right now.”
I was completely overwhelmed at the grocery store while trying to buy the ingredients. NYC grocery stores are like the size of a 7-eleven and yet I just can’t figure out where anything is. I settled for buying boxed mixes that had pictures on the front that looked close to what I was trying to achieve. The kitchen looked like a disaster and I was amazed that one could have such a hard time when the only directions were, “Add water. Stir.”
I was pretty impressed with my improvisation skills though. I used my muddler (for making drinks) to crush the oreos into a crumb topping. (move over Martha!) I won’t really mention the other things I put in there when I couldn’t figure out what the recipe called for.
I texted Bionic again to tell her, “This is the saddest attempt ever. I am failing at domesticity.” This is the finished product:
I hope he appreciates the thought and effort I put into this cake. That’s all this cake has got going for it.
