I couldn't resist posting on the last day of August. Seems I wait and wait for August and here it is leaving me already. Which I DON'T MIND considering that I never got that piece of birthday cake and now I can't ever eat birthday cake AGAIN. Ain't that a kick in the junk?
Which brings me to yesterday's Red Velvet Cake Experiment. IT TASTES LIKE ASS. Pure disgusting. Well, the cupcakes do. They did not turn out red OR EVENS LIGHTLY PINK - and with 1 whole cup of beet puree and a half up of fresh raspberries to boot. The gluten-free flour replacement is horrible and I'm not sure why I would be surprised that potatos don't make good cupcakes. That's like acting shocked that Smurfs don't make great NFLers. HOWEVER. I took Pilot's baby syringe and quite literally injected raspberry jam into the centres. Then I iced them an inch thick with white icing. WHICH IF YOU BUY FROM A STORE (like say Betty Crocker or Duncan Hines) has wheat products. SO you gotta make it yourself. I would give my cupcakes a 1 out of 10 for taste a 3.5 out of 10 for beauty and a 9 out of 10 for creative effort. It was worth a shot.
And here we are. Bright, sunny Sunday morning. Pilot has, I am happy to report, slept until 6am the past three days in a row. Which means that I've been able to sleep a solid 4 or 5 hour stretch. Which means both she and I are sining like song birds when 6am rolls around instead of me grumbling at her. WHICH IS PRETTY DARN REVOLUTIONARY. (Top photo is Pilot on a tasty background of my new and colourful rug.)
Today: We're going to putz and putter. Dan's going to plant trees. He and Pilot are going to enjoy waffles. We're going to head to the lake this afternoon for a family dinner. I think it's the perfect day to have a big family dinner to welcome in September. I think September is going to ROCK. Let's get this disaster train back on track.
PS. Water for Elephants was awesome. Great book by a Canadian author. Made me proud. (AND my sister-in-law works for the Ringling Circus so it was extra interesting). GO!