So it’s Sunday night of my birthday week(end). Friday night was a great time- I got a hair cut after work, from basically the best stylist ever. Afterwards I got PIZZA LUCE! It was pretty much fabulous. Joe and I spent the night hanging out over at my aunt and uncle’s, helping prepare for the baptism. A whole bunch of my family was there, so Joe got to meet a lot of new people. They all really liked him, so that made me happy. I always love seeing my grandma though, she’s a really good sport about things. I make fun of her a lot, for things like the fact that her thumbs don’t bend (they seriously don’t- she doesn’t even have the creases!). I opened the birthday card she got me right as Joe and I were leaving- I read halfway through it- looked up at her and said “Grandma. You got me a romantic card?” I started laughing right away. They made me read it aloud to prove it:
Because you are in my life, the sun shines brighter, the sky is bluer, and rainy days feel romantic, not grey. With you in my life, I see all that is possible, all I can imagine, and all that I dream of.
My aunt laughed so hard she may have peed herself a tad. My grandma claimed that she didn’t really read more than the first line, and she thought it was pretty. She also didn’t expect me to read it either, she assumed all her grandchildren just went for the check. Hmm… seems rather similar to the time she bought the wrapping paper with black Santa on it… she didn’t realize until the grandchildren pointed it out- all the presents were under the tree. She tried to play it off as an attempt at being multicultural I think.
Saturday Joe and I got up early and went out driving. I get antsy just sitting around the house all day, and we had some time to waste before the baptism. We went to SuperAmerica- I’ve been trying to cash in my damn speedy rewards points for over a week now, still to no avail. Next we went driving around the lakes to look at the big houses- always a favorite thing to do of mine. As we were winding around Lake of the Isles, the snow started to fall. I was looking at my phone trying to find this listing for a house I saw online- it had a rooftop deck! Joe said to me “Are you watching this?!” I look up, and look for people fighting or maybe a dog attacking a duck. It takes me a minute to figure it out, but sure enough, the snow had just begun. It was pretty much the most awesomest moment ever.
The baptism was interesting. My aunt is Greek Orthodox, and this was my first real dabble at her religion. There was spitting and tons of talk about Satan probing my young cousin- not very pleasant. Then there was this weird ritual where they had to say everything thrice. Since when is once not enough? Isn’t He always listening anyway? After the rubbed him down in oil and dipped his entire body in the water 3 times (don’t worry, they did remove the clothes), it still wasn’t over. There were candles and walking around in circles and I was told to sit and stand about a hundred times. My grandma and I were just whispering in the pew about why the priest was calling my cousin “Mark” when that isn’t his name. After everything was (finally) done, we took a family picture. My grandma made sure Joe was in it too, that made me smile :)
Joe doesn’t have anti-lock brakes. He said he did, and thought he did, but as he was driving and we were slipping down a hill and only missed the car in front of us by maybe an inch, I concluded that he did not. My Camry had anti-lock breaks and she always sounded like she was dying when they kicked in. I told him he would know damn well when they were working. I looked in his manual and I concluded that it was just disabled, but his mechanic friend looked at it and determined he doesn’t in fact have them. It’s a 2007! How does that thing not have anti-lock breaks?
Joe’s birthday present to me: a double boiler and a Christmas ornament. I totally love it. I can’t wait to use it, it will definitely come in handy for all the balls I plan on making over the holidays, no more wasted almond bark for me :)
Joe left earlier today, and I was all emo about it for a few minutes then I was like, that’s shit, I love it when he leaves. Then I cleaned up a ton and researched things online a bit. I went to Target and a fat man farted in the candle aisle. It stunk. Afterwards I was going to go see the new Twilight movie, but my friend Mollie called me and then once I got off the phone I wasn’t in the mood to leave the house (maybe because it got dark out?). I ended up making the best cupcakes that have ever been created, and I am actually pretty damn proud of myself.
I made “Better than Sex” chocolate cupcakes. I got the recipe here, but used a different frosting. The cupcakes came out kind of… sunken in the middle. Not a big deal, and it actually worked nicely for holding the frosting, but I don’t think that is how they were supposed to be. Also, it kind of crumbled a bit more than other cupcakes I’ve made, so I’m not sure what exactly I may have done wrong.
For the frosting, I used the same recipe that Mollie introduced me to last year on my birthday:
1 cup sugar
1/4 cup cocoa powder
1/4 cup butter, softened
1/2 cup milk (lowfat is fine)
2 tbsp light corn syrup
1/8 tsp salt
2-3 cups powdered sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
Combine sugar and cocoa in a medium saucepan and whisk until cocoa is dissolved. Add butter, milk, corn syrup and salt, and cook over medium-high heat, stirring occasionally, until mixture comes to a boil (about 10 minutes). Continue boiling; stirring occasionally, for 6 minutes. Remove from heat and cool to room temperature (approx 1 hour). Beat in powdered sugar and vanilla and pour on cake. Frosting will spread easily and will set up itself after a few minutes.
However, I decided that those directions sucked and didn’t use them. I instead realized that the mixture boiled after about 2 minutes, that I only needed to boil it about an additional 4, and waiting an hour is dangerous. As is using the full 2-3 cups of powdered sugar, because the frosting sets very quickly. It tasted like fricken heaven, and I am quite pleased with myself. I took a picture even…
There was almost not enough frosting to go around, so I used the un-sugared/what-was-left-in-the-pan-chocolate for two of them (thus the darker coloring). For the topping, I used my most favorite candy combination: M&Ms and Nerds. I used to only get this in my Dairy Queen blizzards, but last year my roommates topped my birthday cake with it and I was like, holy crap, this is amazing. This was my attempt at repeating that amazingness (and it was amazing!)
Joe called me a bit after they were done to ask me how they tasted. I hadn’t actually tried one yet and so I put a candle in it and he sang me happy birthday. It was perfect.
My weekend was good, and now its 9pm and I just remember the homework I have to do. Urgle. Oh! And I should update on MBA stuff… tomorrows maybs.