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    Taking delight.
    Learning Italian.
    Getting to Italy.
    Wearing shorts.
    In Italy.
    June 2011.

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3 extra minutes, garbage, bad smells, and……cakes

Week 8.  28 minutes.  No problem.  I’ve done 25.  What’s an extra 3?  Well, it’s an extra 3 at the end when you want to be doing the cool down, that’s what.

I did my first 28 minute run the other morning just a wee bit before 6:00 am.   Running in the city offers lots of interesting sights and smells.  Trash day is particularly interesting as everyone puts their stuff on the curb the night before.  Which the urban foxes LOVE.  They have a party that night.  So in the morning when I’m out for some fresh air, before the “dust bin collectors” come (what a funny name – I don’t think they are collecting dust), there are ripped open trash bags and half eaten food and other gross things all along my route.  Lovely.

For some reason on this morning I also seemed to be following the route of the 94 bus.  Didn’t seem to be any people on the buses, but I got the nice exhaust blast every time one went by.  Which was a lot.  I envy my sister’s field.

But, I often do get to see the milkman in his little van that says “Milk and More”.  I don’t know what the more is, but there he is picking up empty glass bottles and leaving full ones on people’s doorsteps.  And once I did see a man in a pretty dress.   I do love the mornings.

And finally, cakes.  In my house I have a bad, but true, reputation as a not-so-great cake baker.  But, I keep trying.  For my sons’ birthday last year, I excitedly asked them what kind of cake they would like me to make them.  And one replied, “Mom, can you just buy a cake because you haven’t had much luck in the past with cakes”.  Sad, but true. I ignored their protests and made this, and it was quite good.

Not bad.

And then just the other day for my husband’s birthday.  I made this! And it was not only edible, but delicious.

I believe I have redeemed myself.

8 Responses

  1. The b’day cake for Adam and Spencer is awesome. How did you make the wall (or whatever it’s called in army-speak)?

    And. I’m am IMPRESSED with your rainbow cake. I am anxiously awaiting my slice – hoping it doesn’t get freezer burn before I get there!

    Your runs sound so interesting. My neighborhood is pretty dead in the mornings aside from a few other runners, cats and sometimes the paper delivery guy.

  2. Well Heather you must do the early run with me one day when you are here. Hope we see something weird.

    The wall/bunker was made from some chocolate crispy things from M&S, and the ammo pile was butterscotch chips – Mom sent me a couple of bags. I was going to make Oatmeal Scotchies but I ate them all on their own.

    Your rainbow slice of cake is waiting for you.

  3. That cake is INSANE. Please send me the recipe.

    I think early morning is definitely the time to see things extraordinary. Yesterday on our lane, a skunk. I didn’t see it, Ed did on his 5am or whaterver time his pre-dawn run it cause I ain’t up. A skunk. We are over-run with nature. When I was running in the woods, a deer bolted, and I mean bolted across the path in front of me, head down and blasting. Scared the crap out of me. I don’t run in the woods anymore.

    I want to see the milk and more truck.

  4. And. Yeah, that last minute is killer. Today I was counting down the seconds for it to be over. I didn’t want to cool down, I wanted to s.t.o.p.

    So, I am scared for the extra 3 minutes. Scared, I tell you.

  5. The extra 3 minutes wasn’t so bad. I use the fast-eddie-petkus philosophy of “just keep going”. It’s simple advice that I can understand and can easily keep telling myself.

    The cake was just a double batch of vanilla cake with some fruit mixed in and some food coloring. The icing was whipped cream. And in between was lemon curd and strawberry jam.

  6. HA! I just squealed with delight where you say in the comments that you were going to make something with the butterscotch chips, but you had eaten them straight up. That is a joke with me, my Mom & my sis. We try not to keep sweets in the house, but do have baking chips by default… they are the first to get hit when a craving comes on. And to make cookies first? Well, that just takes too long… eating the baking chips straight up is faster gratification 🙂

    Both cakes are fabulous! Next time, show us one of your flops 😉

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