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There will be no more cooking in this household, ever. I don't know why I think I enjoy it. Or maybe it's just that I used to enjoy it back when I didn't have a tile floor in the kitchen. Oh, my feet. Actually, what it's about is that I have no sense of moderation. I get it from my dad. We were going to make meatballs tonight, using our brand-new mixer (kinda weird recipe, that which requires the pork/beef mixture to be beaten for ten minutes, but it makes excellent meatballs, according to the resident Swede) so I guess I thought while I was at it, I might as well also make french onion soup and a red velvet cake. Hello, my name is Crazy, nice to meet you.
But there was a reason for all of it! The plan, in my head, was to serve a bowl of soup and then move on to the meatball main course. We never cook multiple courses. We had to make the meatballs because I have a Christmas tradition of making something Swedish-like that M misses. Usually it's something more Christmassy.. two years it's been ginger snaps, etc. But, he couldn't think of anything this year so we went with the meatballs. Unfortunately, the soup got done and then we got full, so when the meatballs were done, I didn't eat any of them and M just ate a few. (I felt a little guilty about that but M assures me that the best part of meatballs are the leftovers.) The soup, I was making mainly for the leftovers as well. My parents have gotten it into their heads that I should make them some. I had said that I had a recipe for it, but had never made it, and they keep asking me about it, so I thought that if I made a batch tonight, then I could take the rest to them tomorrow when we go up for the New Years thing. It's kind of hard to get the timing right there most of the time.. I haven't cooked a meal for them since we moved so I figured it was a lost cause.
As for the cake.. sigh. My grandmother was famous for her red velvet cakes. Or at least, she was famous with me for them. They were my absolute favorite, and she would always make them especially for me. They were beautiful, with five perfect layers with lovely white frosting, and every other red velvet cake I've ever tasted has been nasty in comparison. She has Alzheimer's now, and doesn't always recognize her close family, much less do any baking. Three years ago, when she was first beginning to get confused about things, I pulled out her recipes and had her help me find the red velvet cake recipe. She showed me two recipes for the frosting, and said either would work but she really just couldn't remember which one she used, I think. Anyway, the whole affair has been somewhat daunting, so I haven't attempted it until today. I'm trying to recreate a famous cake, and one that I miss desperately--and only partially for the cake itself. And.. I can't really cut it open to taste it now that the icing has set, but.. I really don't think it's anywhere even close to what hers tasted like. And I only have four layers, and there wasn't enough frosting, and it tastes funny. I feel silly but it really does make me kind of want to cry. But, I still have hopes that it will turn out alright. I can always hope.
I can't believe that this is the last day of the year. I'm not too upset over it or anything, it just feels weird. I suppose it always does. But 2005 just really didn't do much for me. I don't mean to suggest that it was BAD because I have had bad years (1995 sticks in my head as A Bad Year) and this was not at all the same. It's just that there hasn't been much GOOD about it except for the whole love thing and that everyone is alright and (mostly) healthy.
M just said he wasn't going to tell me the thing that he always tells me* for another eighteen minutes. I think I'd better go pester him for those eighteen minutes just in case he forgets.
*Aww, how cute.. that post was even before I started calling him M!
But there was a reason for all of it! The plan, in my head, was to serve a bowl of soup and then move on to the meatball main course. We never cook multiple courses. We had to make the meatballs because I have a Christmas tradition of making something Swedish-like that M misses. Usually it's something more Christmassy.. two years it's been ginger snaps, etc. But, he couldn't think of anything this year so we went with the meatballs. Unfortunately, the soup got done and then we got full, so when the meatballs were done, I didn't eat any of them and M just ate a few. (I felt a little guilty about that but M assures me that the best part of meatballs are the leftovers.) The soup, I was making mainly for the leftovers as well. My parents have gotten it into their heads that I should make them some. I had said that I had a recipe for it, but had never made it, and they keep asking me about it, so I thought that if I made a batch tonight, then I could take the rest to them tomorrow when we go up for the New Years thing. It's kind of hard to get the timing right there most of the time.. I haven't cooked a meal for them since we moved so I figured it was a lost cause.
As for the cake.. sigh. My grandmother was famous for her red velvet cakes. Or at least, she was famous with me for them. They were my absolute favorite, and she would always make them especially for me. They were beautiful, with five perfect layers with lovely white frosting, and every other red velvet cake I've ever tasted has been nasty in comparison. She has Alzheimer's now, and doesn't always recognize her close family, much less do any baking. Three years ago, when she was first beginning to get confused about things, I pulled out her recipes and had her help me find the red velvet cake recipe. She showed me two recipes for the frosting, and said either would work but she really just couldn't remember which one she used, I think. Anyway, the whole affair has been somewhat daunting, so I haven't attempted it until today. I'm trying to recreate a famous cake, and one that I miss desperately--and only partially for the cake itself. And.. I can't really cut it open to taste it now that the icing has set, but.. I really don't think it's anywhere even close to what hers tasted like. And I only have four layers, and there wasn't enough frosting, and it tastes funny. I feel silly but it really does make me kind of want to cry. But, I still have hopes that it will turn out alright. I can always hope.
I can't believe that this is the last day of the year. I'm not too upset over it or anything, it just feels weird. I suppose it always does. But 2005 just really didn't do much for me. I don't mean to suggest that it was BAD because I have had bad years (1995 sticks in my head as A Bad Year) and this was not at all the same. It's just that there hasn't been much GOOD about it except for the whole love thing and that everyone is alright and (mostly) healthy.
M just said he wasn't going to tell me the thing that he always tells me* for another eighteen minutes. I think I'd better go pester him for those eighteen minutes just in case he forgets.
*Aww, how cute.. that post was even before I started calling him M!
