The hubs made a cake today. It’s the second one he’s ever made. The first was a German chocolate with the icing mixed into the batter. That particular recipe always cracks me up because my Grandmother gave it to me but she can’t ever get it to work out when she tries, so she makes a strawberry one with that mix in method instead.
Speaking of Grandmother, my uncle sent me a photo of her with her Christmas present I made!
What was a tiny little lap quilt size for my tall self completely swallows her up. We also just got back our genetic results. I’m 22.1% her; I’ll take that.
So back to the cake! It was an adventure but he didn’t do too badly other than thinking he needed to add flour to the cake mix. We’re starting him slow here.
He’d never had a pineapple upside down cake and saw one on the Great British Baking Show. I’m not sure how he’s lived this long without one of these cakes considering how much loves pineapple and cherries but he was very, very pleased with it.
I also found the mysteriously disappearing bag of polyfill! I had vacuum packed it so slender that it was UNDER the wardrobe. There’s barely even room for my hand there…and of course, the seal had came loose because the bags are horrible. That was a real adventure in freeing something.
Ignore my super dirty floor — the big dog is in a midst of an epic winter blowout and I’ve had a migraine for two days so am not firing up the vacuum right now.
Little dog doesn’t mind the dirty floor and immediately claimed the overstuffed pants as her new pillow, just as I’d hoped. As much as I love that bratty furball, my lap is really glad to have a small break from her — she’s only shifted a bit to settle into the criss-cross part of the “lap” since it was given to her.