I take cake decorating classes. I do fine as long as Rachel, my teacher, is there. In fact I can make a cake and remember enough of the lessons that I can get it decorated(sans roses... I cannot make a fricken rose to save my soul) and I am not ashamed of the way it looks. I made a Red Velvet cake for my son's birthday. It was not my usual recipe because I couldn't find that one nor could I remember the name. I used one off the internet labeled "THE BEST RED VELVET CAKE EVER". Not to be ugly but that bitch lied. I kept thinking that it wasn't right but considering it was the best EVER I persevered. You know, after finishing the batter, you sneak a taste? Well, it didn't taste right. I had Joshua come in and had him taste it. His exact words "I need to spit this out". He thought it was icing and when he realized it was the cake batter he encouraged me to keep on because it was probably great when cooked. So I kept on and even made a second batch so that we could have a "taste" cake before I served it to anyone else. It was sort of ok. He ate a lot and his kids loved it, me not so much. I decorated and served it the next day. I took a bite and had trouble swallowing it and pronounced it the worst cake ever. It called for vegetable oil and I used a new bottle just purchased. It tasted like old oil. Unfortunately my son in law also took a bite and now my red velvet cake is on the list of things he will never eat from me. The other being "THE BEST EVER MEATLOAF" that I made for him and was the most disgusting thing I have ever cooked. It smelled good too and as I recall the kids ate that as well. Kids must have underdeveloped taste buds considering they eat playdoh and paste and think its great. I was telling my friend Desiree Fairley about the disaster and she mentioned that she uses the Waldorf Astoria Red Velvet Cake recipe. DING. That was it. I made my first R. V. cake when I was about 20 for a boyfriend. I got the recipe from the Columbus Dispatch and made it exactly as written. Even back then I was not a cook. It didn't look pretty but it was delish. Mike ate half the cake. Mom loved it and that was the best praise. Well I decided to remake the cake today with the true best ever recipe. it came out good. Honestly. the cake was a little dry but other than that, no oil taste just the hint of cocoa and the icing was perfect. I have redeemed myself at least as far as a R.V. cake goes. I can cook in a way. I am not starving but I am not one of those people who can open up the fridge, turn on the air-fryer and produce a lovely meal. I do a lot of stir fry. I put left over veggies in a pan sauté them and then add them to beef, chicken, pork, or shrimp that I have already cooked. Don't ask me to fry chicken or make a meatloaf. I have, on occasion, made fried chicken that was cooked thoroughly and tasted okay. It doesn't happen often. I have tried meatloaf over the years and have failed miserably ending in the disaster that I fed Shane. The other day I made one from a Keto recipe and it, saints be praised, tasted decent. No one but me and my son's children know this because the piece I sent home for Shane went uneaten. When I first got married to husband #1 I had to call my mom to find out how long you cooked a hotdog. I knew you had to cook pork well. The hotdogs were huge and waterlogged and my mom laughed hysterically. I don't think Steve knew I couldn't cook because I would order out and come home to throw the take-out in my pans and get rid of the cartons. I did that a lot and should get points for ingenuity. I was working back then and pregnant thus had the excuse of being to tired to cook or being nauseated. Steve cooked. When I married Stan I was upfront about my lack of cooking but by then I learned to follow a few recipes and was able to make several things. I am the queen of casseroles. My Christmas dinner has been the same for over 30 years and includes an assortment of casseroles and prime rib. I don't vary the menu and I can make it blindfolded. I love my cake decorating classes so much and found out that you can take cooking classes in Lafayette. I am going to sign up and I am pretty excited about it. 70 years old is not to old to learn new things.
My weight loss is going well. I am down to the double digit kilos. I have lost better than 60 lbs and can feel and see the difference. Yesterday I looked in the mirror standing sideways and realized that I don't have a butt. There is no definition between my thigh and my butt. I have a 2 large legs that starts at my waist that just happen to have a crack in the middle. I have avoided going to the gym because I am lazy but have a renewed interest in going when I looked at myself from the side. I realized I am pounds away from having a droopy little old lady ass. I can't afford butt implants so I am going to have to do it the old-fashion way and exercise. I will never have buns of steel nor do I want a Kardashian derriere but I just want to be able to see where my thigh begins when I am turned sideways.
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