Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Just Desserts

One of the many methods I used to get myself through the first couple of weeks of not smoking was candy. Peppermint as a substitute, chocolate as a reward. Yeah, it helped, but it also packed the pounds on (no snarks from you, Hoss, please). I keep telling myself “this is temporary, I can lose this weight”. Sure I can, all it takes is MORE self-denial MORE sacrifice, MORE willpower. Reminds me of the old joke where the man asks the doctor how long can he expect to live. The doctor asks, “Do you eat healthy food, avoid smoking, drinking, and wild sex, go to bed at a decent time, and exercise?” When the man answers yes, the doctor says “Then why do you care?”

See amazing things made of candy at Sugart.

Cuppycake Gumdrop Snookums. You need to have your insulin ready for this one.

Virtual Ice Cream Cone Generator.

Pie blogging, for pie fans.

Fortune generator for cookies.

Bad Fortune Cookie Generator.

What is your chocolate personality? Take the quiz!

Red Velvet Cake does not taste like velvet. Devil's Food Cake does not taste like hell. So what about Urinal Cakes?

Indulge online at The Candy Addict.

THE BAKE SALE (Thanks, Wendy!)

Have you ever told a white lie? You are going to love this....
Alice Grayson was to bake a cake for the Baptist Church ladies' group bake sale in Tuscaloosa, but she forgot to do it until the last minute. She remembered it the morning of the bake sale!

After rummaging through cabinets she found an angel food cake mix and quickly made it while drying her hair, dressing and helping her son Bryan pack up for Scout camp. But when Alice took the cake from the oven, the center had dropped flat and the cake was horribly disfigured. "Oh dear, there's no time to bake another cake."

This cake was so important to Alice because she did so want to fit in at her new church, and in her new community of new friends. So, being inventive, she looked around the house for something to build up the center of the cake. Alice found it in the bathroom -- a roll of toilet paper. She plunked it in and then covered it with icing. Not only did the finished product look beautiful, it looked perfect!

Before she left the house to drop the cake by the church and head for work, Alice woke her daughter Amanda and gave her some money and specific instructions to be at the bake sale the minute it opened at 9:30, buy that cake and bring it home. When the daughter arrived at the sale, she found that the attractive perfect cake had already been sold. Amanda grabbed her cell phone and called her Mom.

Alice was horrified. She was beside herself. Everyone would know, what would they think? She would be ostracized, talked about, ridiculed. All night Alice lay awake in bed thinking about people pointing their fingers at her and talking about her behind her back.

The next day, Alice promised herself that she would try not to think about the cake and would attend the fancy luncheon/bridal shower at the home of a friend of a friend and try to have a good time. Alice did not really want to attend because the hostess was a snob who more than once had looked down her nose at the fact that Alice was a single parent and not from the founding families of Tuscaloosa, but having already RSVP'd she could not think of a believable excuse to stay home.

The meal was elegant, the company was definitely upper crust old South and to Alice's horror, the CAKE in question was presented for dessert.

Alice felt the blood drain from her body when she saw the cake, she started, out of her chair to rush to tell her hostess all about it, but before she could get to her feet, the Mayor's wife said, "What a beautiful cake!" Alice, who was still stunned, sat back in her chair when she heard the hostess (who was a prominent church member) say, Thank you, I baked it myself."

Alice smiled and thought to herself, "GOD is good."

Thought for today: Stressed spelled backwards is desserts. Coincidence? I think not!

PS Voting is open til Thursday for the title of Sexiest Male Blogger at Best of Blogger. Please go and vote for Carl .You can see a picture of him here. If you need more convincing, check out his occupation, education, and interests. He is way behind Mr. Fabulous, but it will make him feel good if you go vote, and he might even forgive me for neglecting to immediately nominate him.


LZ Blogger said...

The classic here for me... the sign that says "I only have a kitchen because it came with the house" ~ jb///

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Sure, find a handsome, sexy guy like Carl and turn your back on ol' Hoss.

Boy, this rankles my pituitary.

Karen said...

Is Matthew on the menu?? I'll take him. *snicker*

Miss Cellania said...

JB, I'd use my kitchen if I had someone around who would actually eat something!

Hoss, it doesn't matter what I do in this case, SOMEONE is going to be pissed at me! I can't win.

Karen, no way, that tasty tidbit would be reserved if I had anything to do with it!

Carl said...

*examining nails*

Sure...I might forgive you...*whistling softly*

Anonymous said...

I'm voting for Carl, and so are my girls.


Anonymous said...

A kitchen is just a place to get coffee.

Saur♥Kraut said...

Yummy yum! But they don't have flavo-puters yet. When they do, it will be PERFECT. I hear it's being worked on by Willy Wonka at this time.

Miss Cellania said...

Carl, I see you've put my name in for Funniest Femal Blogger, thanks!

Ed, I SEE you've drawn quite a following of women at the love blog, way to go!

Old Guy, I have my coffee maker right here by the computer desk. My kitchen is being used as a greenhouse!

Saur, not sure what you're referring to, but it sounds good to me!