Day Fifty-One
The cake is done.
It's beautiful. It smells beautiful. I haven't had a lick, or a crumb. If a glob of German chocolate frosting falls from one of the layers, it is not my job to snatch it up.
This may have been the hardest moment of this whole thing. This cake is, well. . .it's the best cake in the world. I cannot imagine one better. I let my husband lick the pans, and he was like a child on Christmas. He said, "I won't tell you how good this is. . . ."
I know how good it is.
Plunging that frosting pan into the sink was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Right up there with childbirth.
And two drips of frosting actually fell onto the table while I was frosting the cake, and, people, let me tell you, I had to pick them up, put them into the pan, and then plunge it into the water.
It's been weird to do this while fasting, because, usually when I am fasting, I can tell myself that I can eat--whatever--when my fast ends. Today, I can eat when my fast ends, but I cannot eat THAT. So, there's been no hope at all.
So I am halfway through. I am still at only eight or nine pounds lower in weight, and I did that in the first week. I guess I am still hoping there can be some kind of miracle where I actually lose more weight in the next seven weeks, but you are probably just laughing at me that I think that. Oh, well, I am still doing this.
If I were eating sugar, I would not be where I am, however pitiful the results. I would probably have GAINED eight or nine pounds, so it is still a good thing to do. I have got to figure out what else I can do, though.
I am not eating sugar. I am not overeating. I am not missing doing my abs. I am trying not to miss workouts, and to do long ones. I am weight-lifting. I am eating healthy foods. I am trying to get my full night's sleep.
I am so hungry right now that I made a big mistake with the cake. If I tell you, it will be immortalized for all the world (and myself) to remember forever. Oh, well, I have to try to keep this blog interesting.
Okay. Picture that I had three cake layers on three wire cooling racks, and I brought the glass cake plate over. I selected the sturdiest-looking layer, and pried it off the rack to put it on the plate. I had to actually turn it over in my hand to get it loose from the rack in one piece. So, then, I got the pan of frosting, and I frosted one layer, then I pried another layer off the rack and put it on top of the frosted layer, and then frosted it. THEN, I realized that the third layer--the only one not yet frosted--was the one on the cake plate. I had frosted a layer that was still on a cooling rack. So, then I had to figure out how to get TWO FROSTED LAYERS onto the cake plate. Unless I wanted to serve the birthday cake on a wire cooling rack. Which I did not.
I tried grabbing my widest pancake turner to get under the cake with. It just ran up against the wires and threatened to crumble the cake into smithereens. I tried to pick up the cake, but it was fresh and heavy. No way was that going to work. I finally had to put the third layer on top, turn the whole thing over onto my hand, and then turn it over onto the cake plate again.
So the cake looks a little upside down. Think she'll notice?
She chose Spanish rice for her dinner, and declined to choose a vegetable, so I am going to cook carrots in butter and honey, which I know she likes, and Brussels sprouts in a bacon/mustard/vinegar sauce, which I think she will like. I might have to put some fake sugar in that.
So, there's still a lot of work to do, but I had to write about the cake and get that out of my system so that I can pretend the whole cake thing is now in the past. I will be serving big pieces of it.
I put a few chopped pecans in a bowl for my dessert. Lucky me.
It's beautiful. It smells beautiful. I haven't had a lick, or a crumb. If a glob of German chocolate frosting falls from one of the layers, it is not my job to snatch it up.
This may have been the hardest moment of this whole thing. This cake is, well. . .it's the best cake in the world. I cannot imagine one better. I let my husband lick the pans, and he was like a child on Christmas. He said, "I won't tell you how good this is. . . ."
I know how good it is.
Plunging that frosting pan into the sink was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Right up there with childbirth.
And two drips of frosting actually fell onto the table while I was frosting the cake, and, people, let me tell you, I had to pick them up, put them into the pan, and then plunge it into the water.
It's been weird to do this while fasting, because, usually when I am fasting, I can tell myself that I can eat--whatever--when my fast ends. Today, I can eat when my fast ends, but I cannot eat THAT. So, there's been no hope at all.
So I am halfway through. I am still at only eight or nine pounds lower in weight, and I did that in the first week. I guess I am still hoping there can be some kind of miracle where I actually lose more weight in the next seven weeks, but you are probably just laughing at me that I think that. Oh, well, I am still doing this.
If I were eating sugar, I would not be where I am, however pitiful the results. I would probably have GAINED eight or nine pounds, so it is still a good thing to do. I have got to figure out what else I can do, though.
I am not eating sugar. I am not overeating. I am not missing doing my abs. I am trying not to miss workouts, and to do long ones. I am weight-lifting. I am eating healthy foods. I am trying to get my full night's sleep.
I am so hungry right now that I made a big mistake with the cake. If I tell you, it will be immortalized for all the world (and myself) to remember forever. Oh, well, I have to try to keep this blog interesting.
Okay. Picture that I had three cake layers on three wire cooling racks, and I brought the glass cake plate over. I selected the sturdiest-looking layer, and pried it off the rack to put it on the plate. I had to actually turn it over in my hand to get it loose from the rack in one piece. So, then, I got the pan of frosting, and I frosted one layer, then I pried another layer off the rack and put it on top of the frosted layer, and then frosted it. THEN, I realized that the third layer--the only one not yet frosted--was the one on the cake plate. I had frosted a layer that was still on a cooling rack. So, then I had to figure out how to get TWO FROSTED LAYERS onto the cake plate. Unless I wanted to serve the birthday cake on a wire cooling rack. Which I did not.
I tried grabbing my widest pancake turner to get under the cake with. It just ran up against the wires and threatened to crumble the cake into smithereens. I tried to pick up the cake, but it was fresh and heavy. No way was that going to work. I finally had to put the third layer on top, turn the whole thing over onto my hand, and then turn it over onto the cake plate again.
So the cake looks a little upside down. Think she'll notice?
She chose Spanish rice for her dinner, and declined to choose a vegetable, so I am going to cook carrots in butter and honey, which I know she likes, and Brussels sprouts in a bacon/mustard/vinegar sauce, which I think she will like. I might have to put some fake sugar in that.
So, there's still a lot of work to do, but I had to write about the cake and get that out of my system so that I can pretend the whole cake thing is now in the past. I will be serving big pieces of it.
I put a few chopped pecans in a bowl for my dessert. Lucky me.
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