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Confessions of an Obsessed Food-a-holic

My (Almost) Day in the Sun on a Sour Cream Run

Have I ever written about my Nana’s delectable, delicious Sour Cream Cake? Oh my goodness. This is, if ever a cake was, a little piece of PARADISE.
It has a beautiful Cinnamon swirl running through it – and the cake itself – is a stunning golden color – just gorgeous. It is ALMOST as good looking as it is tasty.

So yesterday? Nana pulls out the recipe for this spectacular creation, and my mouth immediately starts to water. I was sure of two things – 1. The aroma was intoxicating and 2. I was gonna get me some of that cake.

Of course, any food-a-holic knows that timing is everything. So, patient I was.
This morning – Nana gets up early, makes her bed, and (!) gets ready to take a shower. I am in position in her bedroom – looking like a sleeping golden angel. She doesn’t think twice about it – goes right into her bathroom and into the shower. That is when I SPRING into ACTION – and fly into the kitchen.

She had cut a piece this morning for my mom to take to work and then put it back, covered in foil, behind the teapot on the stovetop. Ha ha HA!
I make quick work of moving that teapot OUT of my WAY!
I was even quicker this time with the foil removal.
And – my able-bodied partner in crime or FIT (Food-Flincher-in-Training), Miss Anne Marie was right there beside me.
I got my teeth into the side of that scrumptious masterpiece and started to bite down – and YIKES! The dish MOVED! Towards the back of the stove.
CRAP. CRAP. CRAPPY CRAPERSON!
Wait – I said to Anne – let me try it from the other side – (this is made in a round ring/Bundt pan). Got my teeth into that side too – and POOP! The plate MOVED even further away from me! CRAP!
There was only one thing to do at this point.
Sound the Alert! So I commenced BARKING my HEAD off – because I needed Nana to get in there and give me some more!
Well, she came in, and she gave me something, but is wasn’t more of that dreamy cake!
It was a piece of her mind! She told me she KNEW I was going to go for it – but she didn’t think I would have the nerve to call her in when I wasn’t successful. And she “doesn’t know what I am going to do with you” and that yesterday’s bag of “garbage in the living room with coffee grounds everywhere was bad enough for this week already!”.
Sigh………..
I may not have had success this morning – but like I tell Anne – I will TRIUMPH!
And tonight? I hear there’s filet mignon on the menu! Ooooo-eeeeee!

Turkey Versus Chicken - the Controversy Continues.......

Well - smack my ass and call me Judy! There is already an Over Stuffer Roaster on hand for Thanksgiving - in the FREEZER! One of a substantial size - whew that's relief. So, it could actually happen this year! We could be having chicken! But - once again - I do not really care - as long as there's ENOUGH for ME and everydog else here to sample and give thanks!

Turkey, Shimrky - just make sure of one thing

Okay - there's a big debate going on here again - Turkey versus Chicken as the bird of choice for Thanksgiving.
My mom and John will probably go to Aunt Debbie's (home of Jamie Marie - the wonderdog). So that leaves Nana and Aunt Margene - my Aunt Marianne is staying in Cambridge and volunteering to give out meals to homeless people - which I think is lovely.
Sooooo - back to here - there will be what, three people? My Nana, Aunt Mags, and quite possibly her ex, so that's three people.
Oh - of course there is ME - and I do not care what type of bird is served - however I am with Dudley on one thing - There had BETTER BE SWEET POTATO PIE! AND STUFFING! AND IT HAD BETTER BE SERVED TO ME!

Also I am with Duds on one more thing - we are both betting that Aunt Mags caves at the last minute - and gets a turkey! BOL!