Frozen Lemon Cake
1. I decided to make this, despite the complexities of stirring 3 different bowls of stuff to varying degrees of thickness/lumpy-ness/crumbly-ness/peaky-ness/shiny-ness/merrychristmas-ness as well as having to sit in the freezer for 3 whole hours. It looks simple, huh? Not fancy?Hurumph.
It was one of those times where something that should have taken 3 dishes takes 15. Where something that should have taken 3 eggs takes 10. Of course, I have learned some things. Like the personal necessity of googling "how to beat eggs."
Two hours later, I got out a fork to check my cake. Ladies and gentlemen, I firmly believed I wasn't hungry, that I was too irritated at the dang cake to enjoy it, that I didn't feel like eating it until tomorrow. That quickly turned into me plopping down at the table for a full-blown helping of completely worth it lemon-y goodness. Oh gosh, so great.
2. Making graham cracker crust (i.e. using your hands to mix butter and graham cracker crumbs) is my new favorite thing.
3. My Dad did all my dishes for me, cause he is the best.
4. Moving away from the cake goodness, today I bought jeans. Levis. Skinny jeans. They fit. Miracle. They got me with their "common problems" sign about fit. It went something like: "If your jeans are always too tight in the waist when they fit everywhere else and you dislike jeweled embroidery on your bum, go here, Amy Thurber." Sold.
5. My grandparents are living with us now, and I love them. They have been heros of mine for most of my life. My grandma has always been a spunky, wise, vivacious woman who loves the gospel, doing things with my grandpa, writing in her journal every day, keeping up on her 10 children and 50-something, and going on missions. My Grandma has Alzheimers. She now has the capability and has to be taken care of the way someone would care for a 3 year old. She has lost all memory and most capability for any of those things. But take those things away and you get . . . my grandma. She's still her--spunky, cheerful, and sensitive. There is something to who we are that is more than our life history.
6. My grandpa is amazing. He is a high school music teacher, a composer, and a stone-cutter. He's this unassuming guy, who loves the gospel and my grandma. I mean that in the best, highest meaning of love. It is selfless, it is constant, it is obvious, and it makes him happy. He is in love with my grandma still. The way he has always treated her has been my model of how I should treat my spouse someday.
6. I like this website.
7. I thought fall in Virginia would be over by the time I got here, but it wasn't! Even the dregs of fall here are awesome. I should post a picture, but imagine something pretty darn perfect and there you go.
1. I decided to make this, despite the complexities of stirring 3 different bowls of stuff to varying degrees of thickness/lumpy-ness/crumbly-ness/peaky-ness/shiny-ness/merrychristmas-ness as well as having to sit in the freezer for 3 whole hours. It looks simple, huh? Not fancy?Hurumph.
It was one of those times where something that should have taken 3 dishes takes 15. Where something that should have taken 3 eggs takes 10. Of course, I have learned some things. Like the personal necessity of googling "how to beat eggs."
Two hours later, I got out a fork to check my cake. Ladies and gentlemen, I firmly believed I wasn't hungry, that I was too irritated at the dang cake to enjoy it, that I didn't feel like eating it until tomorrow. That quickly turned into me plopping down at the table for a full-blown helping of completely worth it lemon-y goodness. Oh gosh, so great.
2. Making graham cracker crust (i.e. using your hands to mix butter and graham cracker crumbs) is my new favorite thing.
3. My Dad did all my dishes for me, cause he is the best.
4. Moving away from the cake goodness, today I bought jeans. Levis. Skinny jeans. They fit. Miracle. They got me with their "common problems" sign about fit. It went something like: "If your jeans are always too tight in the waist when they fit everywhere else and you dislike jeweled embroidery on your bum, go here, Amy Thurber." Sold.
5. My grandparents are living with us now, and I love them. They have been heros of mine for most of my life. My grandma has always been a spunky, wise, vivacious woman who loves the gospel, doing things with my grandpa, writing in her journal every day, keeping up on her 10 children and 50-something, and going on missions. My Grandma has Alzheimers. She now has the capability and has to be taken care of the way someone would care for a 3 year old. She has lost all memory and most capability for any of those things. But take those things away and you get . . . my grandma. She's still her--spunky, cheerful, and sensitive. There is something to who we are that is more than our life history.
6. My grandpa is amazing. He is a high school music teacher, a composer, and a stone-cutter. He's this unassuming guy, who loves the gospel and my grandma. I mean that in the best, highest meaning of love. It is selfless, it is constant, it is obvious, and it makes him happy. He is in love with my grandma still. The way he has always treated her has been my model of how I should treat my spouse someday.
6. I like this website.
7. I thought fall in Virginia would be over by the time I got here, but it wasn't! Even the dregs of fall here are awesome. I should post a picture, but imagine something pretty darn perfect and there you go.
1 comment:
and where is the recipe to this yummyness?? Miss you already!
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