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May. 14th, 2005 12:51 amFor all of you SenFen - I survived "Sentinel Too". More on that later.
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anaidiana's party tomorrow. This in and of itself is not a bad thing, as I'm sure all of us would agree. And it continues to be good as I get a second box of mix at the store so I can make extras to freeze for my covenant group. It goes downhill when I start to make the icing. Now, I did buy some ready-made icing for the cupcakes, then decided that I'd really rather make the icing myself, using the recipe my Grammy has, since it's *really* good. When I got the recipe from her, she asked how many cupcakes I was making and I told her and she was like, "Well, this recipe works for 12 cupcakes." (I needed enough frosting for 24, since that's how many I wanted to take to anaidiana's party.) After figuring out how to double the recipe, since it's not a direct doubling of some of the ingredients (like the vanilla), I felt pretty confident that I could do it, since the recipe is quite simple. Well, have you ever tried sifting four cups of 10X/powdered sugar? It takes *FOR*-*EVER*. And I swear I probably got at least half a cup on everything except in the bowl. And after frosting *THIRTY* (yes, 30) regular sized cupcakes and eating some of the frosting as I did so, I still had some frosting left. The bad part? The frosting is rich enough that if even a small amount is consumed, a hypoglycemic camel in desperate need of a fix would never have to worry for the rest of its life. Ack vell - one of these days I will learn.
And speaking of hyperglycemic shock - my dad bought a candle not long ago that's double scented. I thought that since it's cranberry, it'd have a nice tart smell to it. I burned it yesterday for about two hours, probably less, and just the smell of it almost induced a hyperglycemic shock. I thought I was going to be sick. And I was down in the basement most of the time it was burning up on the first floor.
But in more amusing news - I heard "One Night in Bangkok" the two days ago on the radio coming home from the gym. (For those of you in the Philadelphia listening area - 95.7 BEN FM is a great station - they really do play practically everything.) And also driving around (right after I heard the song, in fact), I saw a bumper sticker that said "Safe sex is in the palm of your hand." And I want to know who thought up the motto for the Newark Concrete trucks, which says, "Get a load of this."
:: how jedi are you? ::
I decided to make cupcakes for
anaidiana's party tomorrow. This in and of itself is not a bad thing, as I'm sure all of us would agree. And it continues to be good as I get a second box of mix at the store so I can make extras to freeze for my covenant group. It goes downhill when I start to make the icing. Now, I did buy some ready-made icing for the cupcakes, then decided that I'd really rather make the icing myself, using the recipe my Grammy has, since it's *really* good. When I got the recipe from her, she asked how many cupcakes I was making and I told her and she was like, "Well, this recipe works for 12 cupcakes." (I needed enough frosting for 24, since that's how many I wanted to take to anaidiana's party.) After figuring out how to double the recipe, since it's not a direct doubling of some of the ingredients (like the vanilla), I felt pretty confident that I could do it, since the recipe is quite simple. Well, have you ever tried sifting four cups of 10X/powdered sugar? It takes *FOR*-*EVER*. And I swear I probably got at least half a cup on everything except in the bowl. And after frosting *THIRTY* (yes, 30) regular sized cupcakes and eating some of the frosting as I did so, I still had some frosting left. The bad part? The frosting is rich enough that if even a small amount is consumed, a hypoglycemic camel in desperate need of a fix would never have to worry for the rest of its life. Ack vell - one of these days I will learn.And speaking of hyperglycemic shock - my dad bought a candle not long ago that's double scented. I thought that since it's cranberry, it'd have a nice tart smell to it. I burned it yesterday for about two hours, probably less, and just the smell of it almost induced a hyperglycemic shock. I thought I was going to be sick. And I was down in the basement most of the time it was burning up on the first floor.
But in more amusing news - I heard "One Night in Bangkok" the two days ago on the radio coming home from the gym. (For those of you in the Philadelphia listening area - 95.7 BEN FM is a great station - they really do play practically everything.) And also driving around (right after I heard the song, in fact), I saw a bumper sticker that said "Safe sex is in the palm of your hand." And I want to know who thought up the motto for the Newark Concrete trucks, which says, "Get a load of this."
:: how jedi are you? ::
