Wednesday, February 06, 2013
Perfectly Pink Corvette Cake (A Tribute)
I would like to share with you this "recipe" that my son Paul sent to me some years ago. It was a tribute to me one Mother's Day, but I am sharing it as a tribute in his memory:
A special heartwarming treat, now only available in exotic locations.
1 Cup all purpose laughter
2/3 Cup finely ground wisdom
1 Cup liquid courage and willingness to give of yourself
A few capfuls of the hard work of dark molasses to relieve the boredom
1 Stick nighttime rituals of singing, praying, and "don't drink that or you'll wet the bed" (cut in thick slices)
1 fresh clove Nutmeg (imported from San Francisco)
6 ripe California Strawberries from different years (blended)
Grease and flour five bedroom pans, until livable. Preheat oven for 360 degrees of madness. Stir in a husband, a daughter, and five rowdy boys. Try not to beat too vigorously.
Let simmer for 25 to 30 years. Keep an eye on it as it cools. Watch it rise until you have to insist that you are still the mother despite your lack of stature. Sprinkle on a generous portion of unappreciated education, frazzled activities, and projects to do in your "spare time".
Serving Suggestion: Serve constantly, trying to keep fresh throughout the day. Serve with various other baked goods. Teach others how to make pie crust and separate eggs so that you don't have to yourself. Don't let the little men in the computer perform an illegal operation or they might eat all the cookies.
If guests are under the weather, serve with a side of Jello, Seven Up, and Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup. If all goes well, someday they will want the recipe.