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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No No No….. “Green” Peanut Butter Only!

ChunkyThe other day Doug called before he came over; he was stopping at the grocery store and asked if I needed anything. I do not like going to this particular grocery store and avoid it all costs…. but it is unfortunately the only store that I can find that sells Teddie Peanut Butter – All Natural – No Salt Added. Now there are plenty of places that sell Teddie All Natural, but the “no salt added” is not easy to find. At one point in time, I was ordering it on line directly from Teddie. Since he was offering, I asked him to pick up a few jars.

He brought them over and put them on the Peanut Butter shelf,  upside-down in the cabinet. DC was relieved because he had already told me many times that day that we were out of Peanut Butter – many times… so many times that I was sure I would be presented with one of his shopping lists at some point during the day.

The following morning he asked for the peanut butter. He already had his bagel toasting when I opened one of the new jars and saw that it was chunky – Super Chunky to be specific.

All together now…….

OH NO!

He saw it and I saw that look of panic come over his face immediately. I pulled out another jar – Super Chunky as well! Only one more jar to go…….. it was creamy! PHEW! Breakfast was saved!

I really do not know why he will not eat chunky. He loves peanut butter, he’ll eat peanuts – but he will not eat chunky peanut butter.

I remember once, back when DC was probably six years old, when peanut butter was the only thing he would eat for lunch. I went to make him a peanut butter sandwich and discovered that I had mistakenly bought chunky peanut butter. At this point, he had never had chunky so I decided that I would give it a try. I thought since his love for peanut butter is second only to my own that he would get past the chunks and eventually eat it.

DC was non-verbal at the time and just kept signing “No” and “Green”. I had no idea in the world what he was trying to tell me. He then proceeded to pick every piece of peanut out of his sandwich, all the while signing “green”. Removing the peanuts did not really work all that well, but it did make a huge mess – so don’t try this at home.

… and I never did figure out what “green” meant that day.

When we went grocery shopping the next day, I had completely forgotten about “green” and what it may have meant. While we were in the peanut butter aisle, DC again started signing “green”. Finally, apparently disgusted with me, he reached for the peanut butter (this was back in our “Skippy” or “Jiff” days). It was only then that I realized that the creamy had a green cap, while the chunky was blue.

How had he noticed that when I never had? He didn’t speak and honestly never seemed to be paying attention to most of what was going on around him if it was not directed specifically towards him. Apparently he was paying attention to so much more than I was giving him credit for at the time, and he was/is definitely serious about his peanut butter.

A chip off the old block…

 

 

 

 

Yes, I am still posting about Peanut Butter….

(Receiving this in my e-mail today just made me laugh)

PB

Thanksgiving Greetings from a Peanut Butter company. I guess my addiction is very well known……

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

 

SD& Peanut Butter

peanutbutter

You can not imagine how much I love this meme and I am sorry –  I just have to share. (found on instagram)

Just in case you were not aware of my Peanut Butter addiction….. here you go:

 (from #StopDropand…. just for fun – September 2014)

#StopDropAndConfess –

PB, DB. CF
My confessions:
1. I have a serious peanut butter addiction
2. David Boreanaz is the handsomest man alive
3. I also have a serious thing for Colin Ferguson
One friend that I tagged had an issue with the peanut butter jars being upside-down and others right-side-up, complete with hash tag #TheyAreComingToTakeMeAway  – that may very well be one of his confessions .

There is a perfectly logical explanation: Upside-down are unopened – stored that way so that the oil mixes. The others have been opened. Why is there more than one jar open??? You will have to talk to DC about that. There always seems to be more than one of everything open in this house – he just can not use the end of anything…..

SD& Peanut Butter

peanutbutter

You can not imagine how much I love this meme and I am sorry –  I just have to share. (found on instagram)

Just in case you were not aware of my Peanut Butter addiction….. here you go:

 (from #StopDropand…. just for fun – September 2014)

#StopDropAndConfess –

PB, DB. CF
My confessions:
1. I have a serious peanut butter addiction
2. David Boreanaz is the handsomest man alive
3. I also have a serious thing for Colin Ferguson
One friend that I tagged had an issue with the peanut butter jars being upside-down and others right-side-up, complete with hash tag #TheyAreComingToTakeMeAway  – that may very well be one of his confessions .

There is a perfectly logical explanation: Upside-down are unopened – stored that way so that the oil mixes. The others have been opened. Why is there more than one jar open??? You will have to talk to DC about that. There always seems to be more than one of everything open in this house – he just can not use the end of anything…..