I try to keep Edward on his Supervisory Monorail Track. Fortunately he does not believe frosting is delicious (silly cat).
This was a birthday cake for a 2-year-old girl. Her brother got the Very Hungry Caterpillar cake a couple of years ago, but there wasn’t really a theme for her party besides red and white. Her momma remembered having a carousel cake when she was little, and needed just a bit more cake for the party than a regular layer cake, so this is what we came up with.
The cupcakes are held on with bamboo skewers. The animals are animal crackers, and the bars are candy canes with the crook sawed off with a serrated bread knife. For the filling I put Trader Joe’s Candy Cane Jo-Jos through the food processor and mixed them with frosting.
In retrospect using the food processor was a bad idea; a coarse bash-up, so you could see the cookie filling, would have been better. If you haven’t tried Candy Cane Jo-Jos they are OMG AWSUM. SRS.
I didn’t need a full batch of cupcakes, so I used the leftover batter to make these:
These are mini cupcakes, with a dark chocolate Hershey’s kiss stuffed into the center as soon as they came out of the oven, sprinkled with peppermint bark chips, and drizzled with melted white chocolate (I used white chocolate to glue the animals to the candy canes, so I had some on hand).
This morning, instead of doing something more useful, like vacuuming or laundry, I sat down and finished this scarf:
This scarf is improvised because I couldn’t follow the pattern (reading comprehension fail, not designer fail). I started with 125 stiches and doubled them three times, which I think makes the outer edge 1,000 stitches but I really don’t want to know. I started it while watching the Met Opera broadcast of Siegfried, so I knew I’d have plenty of knitting to see me through all six hours.
My folks planned to visit before Christmas, so I put up decorations:
These are the ornaments Mom made for me, one a year since 1986:
Unfortunately they had to reschedule–to be honest, I wasn’t sure how they would fit it in, with Mom singing in two choirs and the time before Christmas being so short this year.
Dad wants to come down on January 7. Last year, on January 7, my yard looked like this:
So we’ll see.