I Can't, I'm sick

I was talking to Bob last night and he said Donna was sick. He told me about Teresa having made some chicken noodle soup and trying to get Donna to come eat it, Donna's response, I can't, I'm sick. So I decided I'm going with that too.

I can't, I'm sick.

I finished the Pirate Princess cake for my friend's daughter, after staying up all night and driving to Park City to set it up and finish it. I figure it took me 30 hours-ish to do the cake. But staying up all night was not a good thing.

I've got some kind of cold or something now--I suppose it is only fair as the weather was trying hard to give us our first snow in the valley. It only makes sense I come down with something. That and we turned the heat on, so that first few times the heater kicks on, it always wreaks havoc on me and my sinuses.

So here I sit, trying not to fall over, cause my ear hurts, popping my ears, and trying not to gag on whatever is draining from my sinuses down the back of my throat.

In the meantime, I think I'll go back to bed. I think it will make me feel better, although at some point I'll have to wash some of James' work clothes, as well as the whites. Oh, that reminds me, I think I have towels in the washer, hope they aren't mildewy, I guess I'll have to run them through again.

For you in the meantime, check out the latest cakes on the Sweet Sue Honey B blog.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, Donna did eat her soup, and then she asked her daddy what he was eating (he was actually cutting up his antelope). He told her he was eating meatballs and held out a piece to her, at which point she again said, I can't, I'm sick. But when he took a bite from his cookie, she said, oooh cookie.

Until next time...

Another "Non"-Recommendation

Isn't it nice that I experience these things so then in turn you don't have to...?

Okay here's the deal, Friday, I started getting geared up to work on my cake entry for the Salt Lake County Fair contest sponsored by Wilton. (Yes, I know I live in Utah county, but I was invited, mostly so they would have applicants, so I did it). Anyway, I kept putting it off a little and putting it off a little, and didn't really get started until late. So I then ended up staying up ALL NIGHT so I could get this done. That's what I am recommending against, don't procrastinate, don't stay up all night, IT'S PURE CRAZINESS!!!

But I did receive a second place ribbon, it may have been a first place had my silly fondant not been so obnoxious! (There were judges comments on my score card about my seams showing and my fondant looking dry--stupid marshmallow fondant anyway--looking dry and making me crazy!). I was generally okay with it, until my mom said one of the cakes that won, used pre-printed fondant. W-H-A-T!?!?!?! Yup, that's right, it's already got stamped images on it and mom said she thought it might even be pre-gathered and then the roses, who knows, maybe even those were pre-made!

Okay, I know they weren't tasting it, but I went to all the trouble of making cakes, and I made the filling for the top and bottom layers, homemade coconut pecan for German Chocolate, ya know? And my middle layer was coconut cake with coconut filling. Homemade fondant, etc. So I am a little put out. It's also a Topsy-turvey cake (AKA Whimsical). It looks like it is stacked all screwy, but you prepare it in such a way that you cannot tell it's like that...

The downfall, the hall it was in at the fairgrounds did not have good A/C so it got a little warm and started to sag and slip. Today it's over a little more, but I have got to find someone to eat this dang thing, what else am I going to do with it?

I know, there's a dozen or so of you out there right now saying, send some to me, send some to me... Well, I would, except I am afraid by the time you got it, it wouldn't be any good.

Anyway, there's my two cents about something not-to-do... please accept the advice I garnered from the experience. I ended up sleeping for a very, very, very long time! Those of you with kids, it just wouldn't work for you...

Until next time...