This photo shows the gorgeous bourbon applesauce cake sent me in lieu of tea and sympathy by my college friend Mary of Ohio. Yikes. Mary and I have been friends for thirty-seven years which is totally impossible!
The cake arrived today, but I'm a bit afraid to dive into it. Mary used my old recipe and I am not an elephant. Bourbon applesauce one-bowl cake is something I used to make as a newlywed. I remember enormous men eating a piece and then saying slowly, "That didn't just have applesauce in it, did it?" Then they would fall to the floor like elephants shot with tranquilizer guns.
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The cake smells so earthy and wholesome, what with the wheat germ. I'll have an observer in my art classes tomorrow while we are doing printmaking. The observer is a parent of a student as well as a student teacher, so it would be a VBT if I fell over on the floor.
The bubonic plague will kill me first. The squirrel sat on the patio fence trying to use ESP to convince me to refill the bird-feeder. When the squirrel took a break, the ring-necked dove stood in the same place on the fence trying to guilt-trip me. I ignored them, so they called in the big guns.
So I fill up the bird-feeder and the junco collects a paycheck. The ring-neck dove pigs out. Then the squirrel. Then, alas, the rat.
How are members of Congress and Presidential candidates any different than my fence-beggers? I'm just asking...
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