Fondant, French for Headache

Congrats Ricky and Mari!!

With ever increasing excitement we prepared to celebrate the nuptials of our beloved Ricky to his betrothed Mari. I in my exuberance agreed to produce a cake of unprecedented proportions (for me) which would set the beat for their new life. Having little knowledge of the working of fondant we called upon Naomi and Ambree the recent graduates of a cake decorating class to enlighten us. So with one practice cake under my belt we prepared for a week that promised to be full, nae bloated with activity. Allow me to paint a picture. Keeping in mind that cake gets stale, we had a cake to create on Mon., the likes of which shall remain unsubscribed, let me say it was also fondant practice. Then we had bachelor and bachelorette parties on Tue. Andrea baked two of the cakes on Wed and I iced and covered them in fondant. Thur. little sister Faith arrived home from her mission to Uruguay

Yea Faithy!!

we went to the temple for Mari's endowment, and I iced and covered another cake. Fri. we finished baking the last and biggest cake. Andrea went to little bro Ben's fiance's shower, and I attempted to cover the final cake with seven and a half pounds of fondant. Now if you have ever attempted to roll out that much fondant you may have some idea for the nature of the ensuing challenge. It was at about 11:30 pm that I was tempted to see what that lump of fondant could do to a window, or a wall. Regardless of my unbridled aggression, with some alterations the cake was completed, almost. After a morning of work on Sat. (taking me to 50 hrs for the week) I spent two hours finishing the trim and touch up. So after 13 cake mixes, 3 doz eggs, 5 hrs of oven time, 15 lbs of fondant and 8 lbs of butter-cream, the beat could finally go on. Once delivered it was as though atlas shrugged (borrowing the written imagery of Anne Rand) and the weight of the world rolled off my shoulders. That is to say the gauntlet was run and I could sit for a bit.

Ahhh now I get the drum reference!!

            

My Old Friend Got a Face Lift

I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again sniff....sniff

Devoted to Toyota doesn't even begin to point you in the right direction when you try to comprehend the pain of betrayal that was mine as I watched myself plummet into the back of a mild mannered driver (that is to say this gal had no gumption and I gently attempted to encourage her.) The resulting collision mashed the previously magnificent face of my old blue Tacoma to a point that almost moved me to start digging a hole in my back yard to bury my faithful friend, instead I set to work repairing the result of my betrayal. I am happy to report that with minimal therapy and makeup my old friend has returned. The only noticeable chance is what appears to be a permanently crossed set of eyes. I was hoping they would right themselves, thinking it was only due to a slight concussion. Now it seams more therapy may be in order. So sad and I have no one to blame but me.

TCU @ Utah

47-7 and the official let that one slip because he felt sorry for us. Gut wrenching, horrendous, tragic, still a fan. GO UTES!

But please show up for Notre Dame!

11-13-2010
Are you friggin' kidding me, PAINFUL!! 

All is Not Lost

Not a SPIKE, that there is a two point!!

As the pursuit of wild game drew to a close, and the sniping of critters seemed want to pass me by, I through a stroke of unplanned luck was released from work at 2:00 pm on the 21st of October to find, that on this the last day of the hunt, I had been gifted a small window of time. After considerable debate I struck out for a local canyon to seek the soothing balm of the successful hunt. Much thanks to Brad for considerable insight and precise directions to a location not 20 minutes from the house. I had scarcely crested the hill of opportunity and as I sought a place of comfort to rest my rear, I cast my eyes downward to see the twitching ears of an adolescent buck. So it is that less than 5 minutes into a hunt not 20 minutes from home I filled my first Mule Deer buck tag with a giant of epic proportions. Laugh not this fella tastes mighty fine, and may some day be the proud contributor to the legend of the jackalope.

P.S. The brotherhood of the traveling balls shall never forget!!