I spent 30 minutes yesterday bringing in some potted plants that I wanted to save from the cold. In hindsight, it probably would have been a good idea to bring them in BEFORE I shampooed the carpet on Monday. Looks like I’ll be re-shampooing it this weekend. I didn’t expect them to be quites so muddy, I guess. Because why on earth would potted plants be dirty?
We turned the heat on this evening. I was trying to hold off, because our furnace hasn’t been cleaned in 2 years… The furnace guy is coming the weekend after next, so I was hoping to make it through this cold snap without turning on the heat. But it was 62 degrees in the house when I got home from work today, and it wasn’t going to get any warmer tonight. So I tested the carbon monoxide detector and turned on the heat. Besides the initial burning smell that comes with turning on the heater for the first time in a season, everything appears to be a-ok.
The verdict on the year-old, basement-freezer cake: meh.
We took it up to Michigan with us and had it in the little inn that we stayed at, after a really good dinner, with a bottle of wine. The first thing we had to get past was the horrible freezer smell. Once we figured out that the smell was mostly in the wrapping material, we were a little more encouraged. As far as the cake goes, it was a little dry, and the raspberry filling was a little less tasty. Kim warned us about the frosting, but I thought the frosting was ok. I’m not a big frosting person to begin with though, so maybe I’m not the best judge.
We ended up eating about a quarter of the cake that night and left the rest at the inn. I felt a little bad wasting 3/4 of a cake, but it wasn’t really good enough to bring home. We did bring 2 bottles of wine back with us, though.
On Sunday, we walked around the Warren Dunes and watched the Bears game at a bar. Overall, a good time.
As our 1-year anniversary approached, someone asked us about the cake. You know the cake… The one you freeze and then eat on your anniversary. I guess it’s some kind of masochistic ritual, sort of a rite of passage.
Well, as tasty as 1-year-old cake sounds, I wasn’t disappointed when my mom told me that we never got the left-over cake. My parents had taken most of the extra stuff from the reception: the gifts, the unity candle, blahblahblah. But no one could recall getting the cake.
No big loss. Jay and I decided to order a tasty NEW cake from Jarosch bakery. A replica, if you will. Marble cake with raspberry filling. What a plan!
Until my mom found the 1-year-old cake wrapped in numerous plastic bags, buried in the basement freezer. Mmmm… 1-year-old, basement-freezer cake wrapped in a Target bag. Irresistible.
So we’re bringing the cake with us to Michigan this weekend. Can’t wait to eat that, let me tell you. If it turns out to taste as bad as it looks, Jarosch will be getting a call first thing Monday morning.
