Marley and Me

I finally finished Marley and Me, by John Grogan. I know it took way longer than expected but I kept getting interrupted AND I really did not want to end it. I savored it til the end like a Tootsie Pop. But yes, all good things must come to an end. So sad, so true. I loved that book! I think that for all those folks out there who read animal themed books, like I devoured the James Herriott books when I was younger, then you will love this book. John Grogan, really good writer...I'm going to look for more of his writing. AND, I hope he does another book.

Let 'em eat cake

I got an emergency order for cake today. Bright and early, I got a phone call from a nice man who needed a cake. I whipped up a little one for him and got it all nice and frosted and ready to go. That was the fastest order I've done. I've been timing myself on order preparation. I'm trying to beat my time each time I get an order. I get it off my computer, process it in my little primitive ordering system, gather my ingredients and ready, set, go! I've only burned myself twice so far in my rush to get the treats going. It's been good. Plus, since Katie was such a good girl during her bath today, she got to lick the leftover yogurt icing out of the bowl. It was just like that "Coldwater" joke. She was one happy little cake fed doggy today.

I saw stars?

I walked into my bedpost yesterday and just reflecting on it now, I didn't see stars. I saw nothing. My mind went completely blank, just black, and I heard nothing and saw nothing for a few seconds, then the pain registered and I let out one of those howling screams that could perhaps break a hole in the ozone layer. Yes, that was real pain. Did you ever have one of those? Well, I stopped screaming and then gathered some ice and elevated my knee but ouch. I am still suffering from that horrible mishap today. It stinks to get old and I've got achey joints whenever it rains but I can still run on the treadmill so despite the nasty bruiser I have on my knee, it's still cool.

Who's your baker?

I always said that I wanted to bake cake and my whole intention of becoming a pastry chef, yeah well, now all of a sudden I am actually baking cake but for dogs? What is happening with the crazy road of my life? It makes me so happy though to be able to use my creativity in making these really adorable little cake creations. I'm designing one right now for a big party on Sunday and next weekend is another birthday party. The whole concept of gathering with friends, eating good cake, chilling out with your dog, that is just the fruit of life. It's da bomb. Gosh, did I really say that? ;) Yeah, I did. Cuz truly it IS da bomb.

I once told a chef that one of my specialties was a chocolate/orange brownie that people would practically orgasm over and he laughed and said, "BROWNIES? That's just goop in a pan. That's easy. Geez." Gotta tell you that that comment made me feel like, "Hmpf, well I guess I'm not such a great cook or baker as I thought?" But wait, I've had people drooling over my apple pie (with lattice crust, I must add.), gazing at my blueberry cobblers, and savoring every last crumb of my devil's food cupcakes and I cannot forget my brother hoarding my coconut cupcakes, nor my own hoarding of the peanut butter cupcakes with icing so light and yet so rich it was dubbed, the mousse icing by my mom. So alright, I feel better now. I just love baking and food is so fascinating. I started reading "What Einstein told his Cook." It's awesome.