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Nora doing her very best Rockette impression while watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade:
I am about to bestow upon you the most delicious, fantastic, holy-shit-are-you-kidding-me-this-is-vegan?!?! cake recipe in the world. Yeah. It’s that awesome. So awesome, in fact, that the carnivores liked it too. So awesome, in fact, that they liked it better than Betty Crocker cake. If the only thing you do this week is make this cake then your life will be complete. I’m totally not shitting you.
The End All And Be All Of Chocolate Cake Recipes
3 Cups Flour
2 Cups Sugar
6 Tablespoons Cocoa
2 Teaspoons Baking Soda
1 Teaspoon Salt
3/4 Cup Vegetable Oil
2 Tablespoons Vinegar
2 Teaspoons Vanilla
2 Cups Cold Water
Mix the dry ingredients. Add the wet ingredients. Stir until smooth. (I used my KitchenAid mixer.) Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes. Makes: 2 layers or one 13×9. Frost when cool. I did a 13×9 and it took longer than 30 minutes…I’d say it was closer to 45. I just kept checking it every five minutes or so until it was done.
The frosting I made was mint buttercream because it was my brother’s birthday cake and he loves himself some mint. I used 2/3 cup shortening, some (probably about 2 cups…maybe a little less) powdered sugar, a small amount (likely 1/4 cup or so) almond milk, and about a tablespoon (maybe more) of peppermint extract. The measurements are estimated because I kinda just eyeballed it until it was frosting consistency.
This cake recipe is the only cake recipe you ever need. Vegan or not. You seriously need to try it.
The fat lady she’s a warming up. But Obama’s rather large lead in the national polls is not what this letter is about. No, this letter is about last night’s debate. The opinion of almost everyone with a pulse was that you had to come away a big winner and Barack pretty much just had to resist the urge to call you a freaking jackass. I don’t know how he did it…stayed so composed I mean. He looked Presidential. You looked childish. Along with those observations, I’d like to offer a few more…
1) Bringing up Sarah Palin’s special needs son in reference to her ability to lead the country was completely RIDICULOUS. While I’m sure her struggles as a special needs parent are many, they do not make her capable of being the President (or Vice President for that matter). We know that she’s a mavericky game changing hockey mom…and we know that her son has Downs Syndrome…not autism. Oops.
2) Remember when Barack said, “Even FOX News disputes it, and that doesn’t happen very often when it comes to accusations about me.” That was a verbal bitch slap. He got ya on that one. If FOX disputes it you should pretty much let it go. Go back to insisting he’s a USA hating Muslim terrorist…I think FOX is still perpetuating that one.
3) All that huffing and puffing into the microphone…and the eyerolling…and the disgruntled crotchety old manness you were up to? Made you look terrible…and potentially a little crazy…and definitely pretty obnoxious.
4) The interrupting. Completely rude. And annoying. And not very Presidential.
5) Joe? the plumber? If his income is over $250,000 a year? He can afford to pay a little more in taxes. Although I question just how busy of a plumbing business he’s running if his income is over 250K. And BTW (that’s by the way in internetspeak…internet…you know on a computer), a little factoid I found says According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, the mean annual wage for plumbers, pipefitters and steamfitters in the United States in 2007 was $47,350. He wouldn’t face higher taxes under Obama.
6) The patronizing tone when you say things like, “I admire so much Sen. Obama’s eloquence” is kinda snarky. I’m on to you on that one. You don’t admire his eloquence anymore than I admire George W. Bush’s eloquence (assuming he can even say eloquence).
Signed,
A Mama for Obama
(from Ohio)
This morning I had to put a chicken in my crockpot. I had to remove the goodie bag of disgustingness. I had to rinse it out. I had to remove a FEATHER that was still attached. A feather. Still attached. Words cannot describe the grossy grossness. I did all this with sandwich bags on my hands. And it was still nasty. And gross. And if my mom wasn’t on vacation I would’ve had her do it for me. She doesn’t mind repulsive chickenness. And I love her for that.
this child hasn’t fallen out the damn window yet. She loves to sit on the little ledge when the window is open. Once she pushed back far enough that the screen popped out of the corner and has since been gorilla glued back into place and then some. Did that scare her? No. When the window is open, she and the cat both make a beeline for the ledge. Here’s a short video of her (and the cat if you notice) in the window today:
what a toddler does with 30 seconds and an un-attended camera…
Not bad shutter time, huh? There were these 10 along with three others that were solid black (they might have been of her eyeball). She’s a rapid fire photographer.
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