Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Birthday bugs, etc etc...

Dude. The sourdough bread. My baby has grown and made me so proud. If it happened with human children that fast I would probably, definitely have one or two. But in real life, sourdough and puppies are so much more rewarding. Look at those flaky layers!!



You know what's cute? I haven't felt like doing this posting for awhile but then I just looked at my tracker thing and saw that people are still checking me every day and I felt like I was famous and owed it to my fans. Thanks for the kick in the pants, I love you guys too ;)

So despite my pretty stinky hangover on Sunday, it was my dad's birthday and I had planned to make us lobster and that I did. Guess what? No pictures. Who cares, have you ever seen a lobster before? They looked just like that. Maybe a little cuter. Maybe I've mentioned before that not one of my family members will eat the same thing? So, seeing as it was a special occassion, I was making a different menu item for everyone. Little brother got homemade tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich which I made by taking a very fat slice of my homemade sourdough bread and making a slit in it and stuffing it full of delicious sharp aged white cheddar and grilling it in butter. Littler brother got his favorite, fried chicken sandwich, which I marinated all day in buttermilk and wing sauce and pepper and then coated in flour and fried to golden. Yes, there were no sides or vegetables, save for the tomato soup. Gimme a break, I got like an hour of sleep. (Robin, don't tell Dad that, I mean it ;)


We had a fabulous time and we laughed and we laughed and then we watched Entourage and ate carrot cake which was much prettier in person. It's my mama's recipe from back in the hippie days but somehow, after you bake it, you melt up a bunch of butter and sugar and pour it over the hot cake. I guess the hippies needed all the calories they could get. If I milked goats twice a day, every day, even on Christmas, I probably would too. Goats don't know about Christmas, apparently.

6 comments:

muldonibor said...

I promise I won't tell dad, but what about when he logs on to check the blog! Totally gonna happen man.

zoe said...

Don't teach him how to surf the net!! That's what he calls it. hee hee :) I think I'm pretty safe

erin said...

My comment got erased! Well now I can make it even funnier. I wrote your dad a birthday email and he checked it and replied himself within an hour! I was shocked.

But the jist of my last email was that I want a whole loaf of that sourdough for my birthday present, it is really putting the whole foods roll I have been hooked on to shame, at least in the pictures. And is there any of that cake hiding in the freezer? Mary isn't around to eat 9 pieces and it looks like a big cake for 4 people....

muldonibor said...

There is! I took a GIANT piece home last night, but there still about half of the whole cake left!

zoe said...

Hurry, Sugie!! So far I have a loaf of sourdough and lobster rolls for the 19th. Keep 'em coming.

erin said...

YES! Well I want some of the cake, tasty drinks (grapefruit margarita, capirinha, mojito, 5 daquiris), ralphs sushi at some point over the weekend, and I guess some corn on the cob to go with the lobster rolls? I don't know, I am always so happily surprised by the food out there. OOOH, and some of your fruit salad. That's all I can think of right now. Luckily I have over two weeks to really round out a nice big list.