Jesse,
your Sandra Lee shout-out scared me.
But I laughed at the same place you did regarding doing everything from scratch. I have never made stuffing from scratch (making my own bread, making my own sausage) and I ain't starting tomorrow.
Half of the time, we are lucky that I am picking up a pan to cook dinner, much less that everything is made from scratch.
Sandra Lee though? That Kwanzaa cake?
Gotta love the Kwanzaa Kake.
::does the proudy dance::
Yes, that's a thing.
I had a little nap instead of shovelling.
I was at a friend's birthday party where another friend showed up with a Sandra Lee-inspired "cake" for the birthday girl.
Let me be clear: I *love* cake. LOVE. I'm not sure I've ever met a cake I didn't like, although of course I do have preferential ranking.
I took one bite of that "cake" and seriously spit it back out. It was, like Cool Whip and -- I think booze??? -- and maybe an angel food cake and jello and I'm not sure what all else.
I like all of those things inividually (or, at the very least, they aren't so offensive to my taste buds that I would spit them out). I have no idea what dark majicks were worked upon that "cake" to make it so disgusting.
The birthday girl's *dog* wouldn't eat the cake.
The birthday girl's *dog* wouldn't eat the cake.
Dude. That's a nasty cake.
The cake wasn't presented as a joke cake? The friend was trying to bring something "nice"? Ouch.
It was, like Cool Whip and -- I think booze??? -- and maybe an angel food cake and jello and I'm not sure what all else.
That sounds about right. There should have been something out of a can as well.
Dude. That's a nasty cake.
No. Shit.
There should have been something out of a can as well.
More than one thing. And perhaps more than one thing that came out of a bag.
The cake wasn't presented as a joke cake? The friend was trying to bring something "nice"? Ouch.
It might have been a joke cake. But the birthday girl was all excited about it. I think there was another, non-Sandra Lee cake, too. I started drinking margaritas to forget how bad it was. Obviously there were not enough margaritas to erase the memory.