50 First Dates and Groundhog Day…the story of my life

You know in Groundhog Day how the same thing happened over and over again and in 50 First Dates, every day is brand new for Drew Barrymore‘s character and she can’t remember Adam Sandler from one day to another? Well…I feel like that’s me in both cases! I don’t suffer from short-term memory loss….but I am only 5 ft. tall, so that’s short, right? So here I am going to pick up the captain from the airport AGAIN, baking his faves AGAIN, picking out a cute outfit to wear AGAIN, and in general commencing to become his SLAVE (I mean tug boat captain/surf wife) AGAIN. Am I doomed to live the same day over and over again? The reunion at the airport is 5o First Dates all over again; sometimes I actually drive right by him and don’t know it ’til my cell phone rings and I stop to answer it and he says, “You went right by me…AGAIN! Didn’t you see me?” “Ummm, sorry, I didn’t know what shirt you were wearing and I didn’t umm….see you.” “How could you not see me?” “I don’t know-uh- I forgot what you look like?” What’s a good answer, quick, if it happens again tomorrow!

Once again the baking marathon has commenced. I have pretty great time management skills and plan to be all finished on my sofa in my lovely silk dressing gown with a glass of wine at 9pm for GOSSIP GIRL! I don’t really give a rat’s ass if the show’s demographics don’t include me; I am a devotee, a fan, and I totes crush on Chuck Bass! Holla!

Captain always tells me not to go to such trouble for him, he is just glad to be home, blah, blah, blah, but you know how guys are-if I didn’t make a big deal out of his homecoming, he’d be all mopey and sad and then he’d be all like, “What do you do with all your free time while I’m gone, the least you could do is make some granola or sumpin!” They are such big babies. Gotta love ‘em. Plus, it helps to butter him up (literally) to get that Chanel 2.55 I’ve been drooling over. Christmas and Hannukah are right around the corner and we celebrate both!

The oatmeal cookies are my standard recipe from a previous post, only I used a bit of lemon zest and a teaspoon of lemon juice in addition to vanilla ‘cos I’m out of oranges, which I usually use. The lemon is a good substitute; balmy and odorous, and is spectacular with a cup of Yogi Antioxident Green Tea.

For Maracella’s Book Ends who commented about my lack of description of the pastry from yesterday, (which in all honesty, I ate so fast, I don’t even remember what it was) here’s my impression of the oatmeal cookies. With my eyes closed, I inhale the aroma of warm oats and raisins tinged with a fresh lemon fragrance enhanced by the loving embrace of cinnamon-y overtones. I’m salivating as I contemplate the cosmic crisp but chewy roundness so evocative of autumn;  coming home from school with rosy red cheeks and starving, to be greeted by my smiling apron-wearing mom and plate of freshly baked cookies accompanied by a glass of ice cold milk. Nothing like getting the juices flowing and remembering that I have a  minor in Creative Writing! I may not be able to write a dissertation mostly auf Deutsch about Walter Benjamin, but I have my moments.

I also made Overnight French Bread, granola, and a One Bowl Chocolate CakeThis is the recipe I used but I just noticed that I totally forgot the oil which I had already measured out and the cake is incredibly delish, so maybe the oil’s not needed??

  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/4 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 3/4 cup milk
  • 1/4 cup cooking oil (or not:)
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 1 egg

Add all ingredients in one bowl. Mix at medium speed for about two minutes. That’s it! Too easy. Pour into 9×9 pan or one cake pan and bake at 350 degrees for about thirty minutes.  I topped mine with Chocolate Frosting.

Anyone want to volunteer to help clean my kitchen?

 

 

 

 

 

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30 thoughts on “50 First Dates and Groundhog Day…the story of my life

  1. This probably wouldn’t be a good one but the first thing that popped into my mind is. “You have been gone so much I have forgotten what you look like”..lol. Will think on a better one. Looks like great desserts!

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  2. You’re a good wife to go to all that trouble! I’m at the point now where, when he finally comes home after a long trip, I make him take me out for dinner.
    When my mother used to go collect my father at the airport, she’d wear a different wig each time, just to mess with his mind. It worked, he never once recognised her.
    I love oatmeal raisin cookies, they’re my absolutely Number One Favourite. Yours look delicious!
    W.

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  3. Thank you for the compliment, I would love to go out for dinner, but he is so tired, that wouldn’t work. Mariners are pretty sleep deprived with their shipboard work schedule. I do like the wig idea, tho, will have to keep that in mind for next time! Wish I could share some oatycooky with you!

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  4. I can relate; I lost so much weight but life was no fun when I had suddenly become totally lactose-intolerant for several years;it screwed up my metabolism and I blimped-out after.
    Look, you have a husband,you have to pay him attention when he gets back home or they are grumpy, that is just a fact of life…(or you find yourself not getting HIS attention and that isn’t fun.)
    I think the addition of the oil in the recipe was possibly a conversion of the recipe from one that called for baking chocolate.Since cocoa is chocolate with the cocoa butter removed, people try to make a substitution of it with cocoa and some vegetable fat or oil. As long as your cake didn’t come out too dry. you’re good to go!

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  5. Get him a special “welcome home” hat that he should always wear at the airport!
    And would you be happy if you didn’t lay out that whole spread when he got back? Sounds like it’s a gesture of your affection for him too.

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    • Yeah, you’re right. I’m just feeling a little whiny–but I am a jewish princess. after all. I am ALLOWED. Plus it’s hannukah and I have to wrap my own 8 presents.

      On Sat, Dec 8, 2012 at 8:57 AM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo

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      • No, that would be crazy, right? I wrapped them IN MY HEAD. and that’s not crazy at all. Actually, when I was little, I got one prez for the first night, 2 for the 2nd night…on up to 8 presents for the 8th night. That’s how my mom interpreted the 8 days of Channukah. and then I got 25 presents for xmas cos its on the 25th! get it? I’m sure it was a great way to teach me arithmetic. Not spoiled at all, no way. I did the same to my angel boy.

        On Sat, Dec 8, 2012 at 9:24 AM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo

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  6. Oh, even better…I was the baby of 3, too, but I have the disadvantage of having an older , popular sister…on the other hand,I am pretty much an expert on Elvis and the music of the ’60′s!

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  7. You could say, “Honey, you’re even more handsome than I remembered. You have gone from maximum handsome to superstar handsome, and for a minute I didn’t recognize you and drove right on by, sorry!”
    And your chocolate cake looks yummy! I love sweets, especially chocolate frosting

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    • LOL, that’s a good one! Hopefully he won’t be gone so long that I forget what he looks like! I only bake when he or my son’s around but then I eat like a piggy!

      On Wed, Jan 23, 2013 at 9:20 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo

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