Alright in the last 48 hours I've baked two double decker yellow cakes soaked in caramel with two pounds of Hershey chocolate icing per cake, and I pierced the cakes with small fork holes and spread hot caramel over the naked cakes hot out of the oven and so they soaked up the caramel with ease. Calories are not an issue when you are a dinner guest at my home. I made my signature spaghetti, which is two cups of white onions, hamburger meat, red sauce, and one brick of Philadelphia cream cheese on top of garlic dusted, fresh butter coated, and freshly shredded Parmesan tossed al dente noodles.I have embraced the fact that nothing else outside of Faith/God/Church makes me as happy as feeding people. I don't understand how people see cooking as a chore I relish (no pun intended) the next opportunity to wow someone with my culinary mad crazy skills. Even as I sit here typing I am creating menus in my head for upcoming dinner parties. My friends make for amazing guinea pigs, they are brave but greatly appreciated.
I think I am going to buy a charcoal grill, hopefully if I buy and prepare the food, someone will take pity on the clueless and grill the dinner in exchange for a free supper. A girl can dream.
