Reeeee-der! This is a difficult post to share with you. This has been on my mind for a while now, and I’ve been wrassling* with it.
*yes, that’s right. that’s how my family pronounced “wrestling” – and I also blame them for Youth Me not knowing the proper pronunciation of the word “tiger” as my mom pronounced it “tagger,” as in, “Let’s go to Giant Tagger and do a little shopping.” I mean, WTF, Parents. I’m not blaming you, but I am *blaming* you. A little. You can’t send a kid off to grade school where she might have to wrassle taggers and then get teased because she doesn’t know the word wrestle or tiger. And she’s maybe nine years old or something. And also probably why I struggle to pronounce the words warrior or entrepreneur. Two words I just slide over should I have to actually use them in a conversation. I don’t know why I’m putting the blame for those two words back on my upbringing, but there’s probably a very good reason for it somewhere.
That was a serious left turn from the conversation we were having, Reader. Let’s get back on track. We have some sirrious* bidnizz* to chat about and get it right there and out in the opened so we’re not harboring secrets.
*so apparently we’re going to have a post with a lot of sound-it-out words in it. I don’t know why, Reader. It just is.
Are you ready for the big secret reveal??
Grab a chair. This might be a sit-down revelation.
I had to say it really fast like that to get the words out there in public.
Now, before you pish-posh that statement, let’s go over some facts.
Fact #1) Recently, I’ve THROWN OUT CAKE. Perfectly good cake that was sitting on the counter, minding it’s own business. Got thrown out. Because I just wasn’t enjoying it anymore.
Fact #2) I’ve made three cakes recently. THREE. And I haven’t liked any of them. I varied the flavors, to see if that were the problem. I’ve Mixed. It. Up! Butter pecan with a cream-cheese filling, a dark chocolate with an awful* frosting for My Artist’s b-day, and yesterday a strawberry “piecake” hodgepodge concoction that had me mixing in a can of berry pie filling to try to “fun it up” and while My Mister loved it, I felt it was meh.
It looks good enough, but nope.
So with those two facts in play, I fear I have lost my love for cake.
*that awful frosting wasn’t to blame for my not enjoying the cake. The cake itself was meh.
Where do we go from here, Reader?? Do I continue to test cakes in the name of Research?? I have thought that perhaps I didn’t like any of the three cakes I made because of the brand I used – they were all Betty Crocker – maybe I need to try Duncan Hines? Or a homemade from scratch cake? And then maybe a small bakery cake before I come to a possibly rash conclusion? I mean, if this is in fact a truth, this whole blog premise needs to be revamped. How can we be Partly CLOWDER with a CHANCE OF CAKE if I eliminate all chances of cake??
Now that we’ve talked it out, Reader, it appears more work needs to be done in order to reach a definitive conclusion on Trixie’s Tastebuds vs. Cake.
Stop in. We’ll test cakes together.
3 thoughts on “The Breakup”
I like Duncan Hines the best. I could actually do without cake I prefer pie. Of course your Mothers apple cake was the best.
Oh, but you loved the cake at Aladdins as did I. Stop baking and just enjoy a piece of cake every now and then.
That was CHEESECAKE, a whole entirely different dessert! Of course I still love cheesecake!!
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