So it’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything, well anything on my little part of the internet. If we use a slightly more archaic definition of posted, I just posted a birthday card to a friend which means I scribbled a few lines on the card, stuck it in an envelope, wrote an address on it which I think is where she still resides, slapped a stamp on it, put it in the mail receptacle also known as my mailbox, and raised that cute little red flag that is attached to the mailbox and signals to the post person to stop even if there isn’t any mail to deliver to my little receptacle. And there it now sits awaiting the arrival of my post person, unless my post person has already come and gone and this was one of those days I didn’t receive any mail. If that is the case, my card will be late to its destination. Whew, that was quite an expository on mailing a birthday card.
You may be wondering what I’ve been up to since my last blog post five days ago. I’ve been wondering, too. I seem to recall reading a few blogs these last few days. There was the one about favorite childhood cartoons from the 1980s though my childhood cartoon favorites predate the 1980s. Bugs Bunny will always be the epitome of cartoon cool to me.
Then just today, I read a blog and found out that today is the 13th of January. I had no idea even though the date is prominently displayed on the bottom of my computer screen. I am now left to ponder not only what I have been doing the last few days but what have I been doing since the possum dropped to earth to ring in the new year. All I do know is I’m behind in accumulating the necessary supplies to survive the Mayan Apocalypse. I know I have 11 more months to do this, but I waited until the last minute the last time dire consequences of an impending apocalypse were predicted. The year was 1999 and there I was on December 31st with nary an extra battery in sight and absolutely nothing happened, which left me feeling smug that I hadn’t wasted any money on extra batteries. Given my past history in dealing with impending doom, I have no doubt that this year’s reason to party like it’s the last day on earth will result in my first Mayan Apocalypse party, though I think I need to plan it for the day before just in case.
I also read another blog about destiny, free choice and higher powers that was nicely written and thought provoking. These are the thoughts it provoked in me. John (the writer of the nicely written blog) made some comment about the possible need for intervention when the world gets out of whack. Who is the arbiter of this out of whackness? Each of us perceives reality in a slightly different manner, so what may seem out of whack to one person seems quite normal to another. And why do we say ‘out of whack’ when we never say the world is ‘in whack’ when things are humming along nicely? Also, does being out of whack make things wacky and why is wacky missing an ‘h?’ Like I said, the whole post was quite thought provoking, though apparently short on essential answers to those provoked thoughts.
I also spent a little bit of time playing Ricochet Kills 2 but took a break when I got stuck on level 40. I was just two levels short of the ultimate answer to life, the universe and everything. The game has 50 levels so I’ll leave the more literary of my readers to figure out the meaning of my previous sentence, while the rest of you scratch whatever body part you like to scratch when you think deep thoughts.
Another thing that happened a couple of days ago is I passed the 5000 hit mark. I thought it was odd that I passed it during a phase of not writing anything. But there you have it, one day it was at 4995 and a couple of days later it was at 5017 and now it’s somewhere else.
This morning I decided to go on another baking adventure. I made a batch of my big blue blueberry muffins, so named because I use two cups of blueberries. I hadn’t made this recipe in quite some time, but they came out just fine. I made full sized and a few mini muffins for variety and because I only have one regular sized muffin pan but I had more batter than places in the pan so I pulled out my mini muffin pan and voila – two different sized muffins. I also enjoyed sampling the batter left on the spoon and the bowl, but I started to wonder how many calories were in those licks of batter. But I stopped my wondering and decided to channel Han Solo. Remember how he told C-3PO he didn’t want to hear the odds of successfully navigating an asteroid belt? Well, that’s how I feel about the calories in the licks of big blue blueberry muffin batter – I just don’t want to know.
Then I decided to make Eggton’s Apple Butter Cake. This recipe called for a tube pan which I don’t own or a bundt pan which I do own but have never used. Now who decided it was a good idea to put a hole in the middle of a cake pan? It is not easy to hold a heavy bowl full of yummy apple butter batter (say that fast five times) and pour said yummy batter into a cake pan that has a hole in the middle. Now those of you who have been reading my humble little blog for a few months may recall my Adventures in Cake Baking and the disaster of trying to get the cake out of the pan. Let’s just say it happened again. I waited the necessary time, slid the knife around the edge of the pan and the edge of the hole which sounds just a little dirty. Sadly, some of the cake remained in the pan and resisted my attempts to get it to slide out of the pan.
I’m now left to ponder the best course of action. I’m leaning towards some sort of trifle with whipped cream (the kind you beat from a small carton of heavy cream and a wee bit of sugar). Caramel sauce would be good, too, if I had any which I don’t.
Lastly, I decided to post pictures of my big blue blueberry muffins and the partially eaten one so you can see why they’re called big blue blueberry muffins. The partially eaten muffin was completely eaten following the photo shoot. I didn’t take a picture of my failed apple butter cake as I dislike having visual proof of my baking failures living in perpetuity on the internet, so instead I’ll post a picture of my favorite mug which was a gift from my dear friend DJ about 30 years ago. It says, “You’re twisted, perverted and sick. I like that in a person.” If you stuck around and read to this point, then that’s why I like you, too.