I am a baker. A good one too. I can bake multi tiered wedding cakes, I have made hundreds of cupcakes for a little girl for Make-a Wish, I bake birthday cakes any kid would die for,..... and last night, HHH told me he wanted a cake. Let me set the scene. We were watching TV, relaxing, and a cake commercial comes on.
"Mmmmmmmm...." HHH says, salivating uncontrollably.
"What is it Honey?" I ask.
HHH- " Caaaaaaaake!"
Me- "Do you want a cake Honey?"
HHH- "Oh yeah! Chocolate cake."
Me- "I can make you a cake Honey, I'll just get the stuff for it tomorrow. Chocolate with chocolate buttercream icing ok?"
HHH- " No, how about Devil's Food cake with milk chocolate icing?"
Me- :"No problem. I can melt milk chocolate, add it to the buttercream icing and Ta-Da.... milk chocolate icing. Then I can....."
HHH- "Uh..... actually, I was just thinking that we could buy a can of frosting."
I haven't bought frosting in a can for years. Once I learned how to make my own from scratch, can frosting became a joke to me. A can of processed bleck that never had the right consistency, never had the right taste, always melted to fast for any proper decorating. I was offended that HHH would prefer a can of plastic aftertasteing gunk to my fresh, home made goodness!! I was offended! I was incensed!! I was starting to think that my baking skills were being taken for granted!!! We have no need for a bakery shop. I can do all of it. Cake, cookies, pie...all from scratch..... no bakery required. But, like all things, familiarity breeds contempt, and I am apparently not immune to this concept. I was just shocked that HHH would sit there and tell me he wanted canned frosting with a straight face!
I may have to close the bakery for a while till my family remembers I don't just pull cake out of thin air......