Frosting

After having oral surgery and becoming VERY tired of eating soup, I went searching through my refrigerator and cabinets for some more exciting “soft food” when I came across a can of frosting in one of my cabinets.

Why did I have a can of frosting?

Beats me!

My baking skills leave a lot to be desired.

How old was this can of frosting?

Your guess is as good as mine – but in my mind, it fell into the soft food category; so…. okay. Score!

Finding this can of frosting brought me back to when DC was little. I always had a can of frosting in the refrigerator. It was a staple.

I am not a fan of cake, really – but frosting?

“Just the frosting, please.”

Never trust a person who says the cake is delicious but the frosting is just “too sweet”.

Really?

Move away from the cake… just hand it over.

I have it on good authority that THE second best thing for a frosting junkie is access to leftover cake, preferably refrigerated but room temp will do.

Leftover cake in the privacy of your own home gives license to slice (not scrape…. slice) off all of the frosting around the sides and of course the top so there is just a very thin almost just crumb-like layer of cake with the sliced frosting.

Be warned! There will be complaints that you are leaving everyone else with naked cake. What is everyone else supposed to do with a naked cake?

Donate it to the “frosting is TOO sweet” people or throw it away. Who cares?

It’s frosting-less cake.

Nobody wants it, but feel free to let it sit, naked in the refrigerator for a few more days for appearances sake to sort of console yourself into thinking that you left some for somebody else. (You also rendered it useless for those you were so nice to leave it for. But letting it sit there creates the illusion that you do not in any way understand that you have ruined the leftover cake for everyone else)

The frosting that I always had on hand when DC was young and replaced as soon as it was gone, was MY frosting. It was there just for me when I decided a spoonful of frosting was in order. (of course I was much <MUCH> thinner way back then).

Some people keep a stash of chocolate. I kept frosting.

That along with my (MY) own jar of Peanut Butter for those occasions when a spoonful of Peanut Butter was the craving, were always present in my refrigerator. I still hide my own jar of Peanut Butter – because some things do not change.

DC did not know about this frosting that I found in the cabinet, so I declared it, in my head to be mine. My mouth had been ripped to pieces. It had been a week and a half of soup and other foods that I do not like. It had been a week and a half of pain and after all of that time stuck in the house in pain and starving, this is what my life had come to…. total over-the-top excitement about a can of frosting!

But I deserved this frosting.

I only took it out when DC was not in eye shot.

MINE

I felt guilty hiding it from him, but not guilty enough to share it.

It was mine.

Mine, I tell you!

All good things must come to an end….. he caught me.

He wanted some.

Drat!

Not wanting him to pick up the bad habit of eating out of containers or finish the last of it,  I spread some on a few bite size cookies for him.  He was good with that.

It was the tail end of the can so there was just a little bit left for me.

It was the tail end of the can. He knew that, so he would not be looking for more.

It was the tail end of the can and although I thought about it – a lot,  it will not be replaced.

It was the tail end of the can…

I found a can of frosting.

I was excited.

It is gone now.

That is all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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