Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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6 Comments:I have never had that problem about chocolate cake with my husband and son, but a similar problem about my hair. Bill always insists I have "black" hair. (But now, not quite as often, since it is both graying and getting lighter brown). And I thought I was the only person born, raised and still living in Tidewater that looked at a yellow cake with chocolate frosting and said "that's a yellow cake with chocolate frosting"! Even the buildings Cafeteria has a little label on a slice of yellow cake with chocolate frosting that says "Chocolate Cake" and the chocolate cake with chocolate frosting is labeled "Fudge Cake". I bypass both and head for the wedge of crust that has cooked apples and sugar in the middle that's labeled "Cinnamon Strudel" (but i secretly call it Apple Pie) yellow cake with choc. frosting. Asked for often by an ex. now chocolate cake (which is often asked for by the current SO) is CHOCOLATE CAKE with chocolate frosting. any combination of those 2 (choc and choc) is fine. guess she ain't picky, huh? My DH is still asleep or I'd ask him...but you're right, a butter cake with chocolate frosting is just that! It was my fave growing up, but I always knew it was a b.c. because my mother had the BEST 'One-bowl Butter Cake' recipe -- and bless her, she passed it on to me. I like the ready-to-wear better, it's a little fancier, and a 200 guest wedding needs a little flourish - do you have a skirt, or will you need one? Maybe a rich velvet...
The off-the-rack top is goreoumous. I'd be a little afraid of looking like Bride#2 in the couture dress. Besides, do you really need more stress about this wedding by adding "will it get here on time?" to the mix?
By Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Wednesday, December 08, 2004 Tuesday's post that never made it. Happily, the new configuration for our ISP worked. * * * * * * * * * Tuesdays are turning out to be WeddingShoppingDays. Bride and I are off to Richmond to interview wedding cake bakers and maybe sample some cake. Probably not the best thing to do on Weight Watcher Tuesday - but I’m giving that the go-by this week. No point in trying to be two things at the same time. I can either be the Wedding Shopper, or I can be a WeightWatcherGirl. Guess which one wins. BD exclaimed (really, it was exclamatory) that surely someone around here baked wedding cakes and I admitted that someone does - even someone besides Wal-mart. In fact, I’ve called two someones and one of them returned my call. Since I know she does this on the side, I’ve ordered a mini-wedding cake, frosted, to sample her cooking. And I would far far rather purchase locally if possible. But she couldn’t get the cake to me before today and if we do end up having to order a cake from TheCity, we have to do it by Friday - so - it’s off to the city for me. Bride is looking for a dense cake, like a pound cake, though it doesn’t have to be one. Groom is looking for white butter cream frosting. MOG is looking for frosting that is not made with Crisco no mater how white that looks. It tastes like crap, gluing itself to the roof of one’s mouth and leaving the worst aftertaste. I have eaten some of the most awful wedding cakes recently. Caterer Soul-Sister warns to insist that the cakes are not pre-baked, frozen layers. While on the subject of cakes, I have a little story to tell. In the fortylevendyhundred years of my marriage I have made many a cake, some of them outstanding, quite a few absolutely awful and all the rest pretty darn good. For years and years, though, when I would present my latest desert effort to Himself with the ubiquitous question “Do you like it?” I would get the same answer. “It’s good, but I really like Chocolate Cake.” And so, I began to make chocolate cakes. I tried plain chocolate first, with a rich creamy white frosting. The verdict: “It’s good, but I really like Chocolate Cake.” So I tried a fudge cake with fudge icing. “It’s good, but I really like Chocolate Cake.” Devils food cake “It’s good, but I really like Chocolate Cake.” Red Velvet cake “It’s good, but I really like Chocolate Cake.” In a voice tight with frustration, one day, I finally demanded “Describe to me exactly the kind of chocolate cake you are talking about.” “You know. It’s a chocolate cake.” “What kind of chocolate cake?” “Chocolate, chocolate cake.” “Describe it to me. What does it look like?” “Well, it’s brown of course” “What color is the frosting?” “Brown” “What color is the cake?” “Yellow” I kid you not. That is what he said. Yellow!!!!! Yellow cake with chocolate frosting. No matter how many times I explained to him that a yellow cake, usually called a butter cake, or a pound cake or a Lady Baltimore cake, was not a chocolate cake, he insisted that it was a chocolate cake, that everybody knew that, and that’s the kind he liked best. Unable to believe my ears, I questioned a number of people about this. And with a 90% hit rate, the women would tell me that a yellow cake with chocolate frosting was called a butter cake or a pound cake or a Lady Baltimore cake, and the men would say it was a Chocolate cake. Try it and see. Ask the men you know to describe the colors of a chocolate cake and just see what sort of answers you get. Please share them with me, for I’d be interested to know if this is a Tidewater Virginia phenomenon, a pre-baby boomer issue, or if it has darker, world wide implications. And so - it’s a shopping day for me. I’m going to do a tad of Christmas shopping and take Bride by the Prescriptives make-up counter for some pampering. That may turn out to be my Christmas gift to her. I will also be looking for a MoG outfit. Here are two possibilities: This, which I can find prêt-à-porter. And this, which I'd have to order. posted by Bess | 8:48 PM |
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