I was hanging out with my neighbors Friday night and we were talking about the Golden Globes and I decided I wanted to make cake pops and drink champagne and since that can easily cross into troublesome when doing it alone, I'd just have a party (or, awards soiree) to spread the sugar. And M's bf piped up and said we should all dress up. Yes, yes, we should.
I even left the heat on for many hours at 70* since I knew there would be spaghetti straps involved. The things I do for cake.
Whilst perusing my boxed cake options, I decided that red carpet = red velvet cake. Came home and started baking and realized that baking red velvet cake hours after finishing the Hunger Games series (which is a whole other rambly yelly post of omg is she serious with this) was a poor decision as I wiped the blood batter splatters and washed my red stained hands. They were tasty though. I even got fancy gold sprinkles. I decided to forgo the candy melts and grabbed some dark chocolate chips to dip and ended up having to add a bunch of half and half to get the mixture to melt and spread out and while I made delicious chocolate ganache, it was THICK. So each cake pop had about a half inch outer layer of fudge on it. Not my finest baking job, aesthetically. Taste wise though, these were good. And surprisingly, not that sweet.
Since it was a fahncee to do, I indulged and got some Tilamook sharp cheddar but didn't buy crackers because I knew I had some in the pantry. And I did, I had just forgotten that they were store brand Saltines. Eh, the cheese was the star, crackers were just a delivery vehicle. I was able to use the only surface tall enough to keep the puppy off gussy up my sideboard with the foodstuffs.
Everything was assembled, so I dug out my one fancy dress that I have here in MI. Which just so happens to be the dress I wore to Homecoming in the fall of 1999. How many years old does it have to be before it's vintage? I'm actually amazed, the dress has held up remarkably well considering it lives in a crumpled up ball shoved up on a shelf. Popped it on, seized the opportunity to wear my ridiculous BHLDN pink patent hells, sat down and the puppy promptly decided she had to go out right that second. Fine. Zipped up my coat, switched out the shoes for Merrels and off we went to frolic in the snow. After she had sufficiently romped, I came back up and cranked up the space heater for a while so I could stand in front of it to thaw my feet. The life I lead, so glamorous...
Bring on the Oscars.
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