She requested 'picy 'lami pizza, also known as pepperoni, pop, presents, and a pink cake.
2. Everyone from around here already knows about Portillo's, famous for beefs, hot dogs, chopped salad, and chocolate cake.
Yes, you can order entire chocoloate cakes at the drive-thru, for the low, low price of $17. You can also order just a slice, or have a chocolate cake milkshake.
And if you eat inside Portillo's, you can have a beer with your cake. Brilliant!
The chocolate cake is tall and moist and has a 3/4 inch coating of fudgy frosting laced with some highly addictive chemical that causes you to touch it and lick your fingers and wash your hands and touch it on repeat until it's gone.
I had heard rumors that the secret ingredient of the Portillo's cake was.....
Yup. Googled it. Dozens of sites proclaim that they have the real Portillo's cake recipe, which is just
- one box of fudgy, fudge chocolate, ultimate supermoist chocolate, chocolate fudge, or all butter recipe chocolate cake mix
- one cup of water (or 1/2 cup depending on the site you pick, I used 1 cup.)
- three eggs
- and one cup of mayo, Hellman's regular is recommended but I read about people substituting Mayo with Olive Oil, light mayo, and store-brand mayos with excellent results.
And the frosting? The frosting is TWO cans of Betty Crocker chocolate frosting. Fer realz.
Well, Betty Crocker chocolate frosting doesn't come in pink, so I made some Seven Minute Frosting, which always looks beautiful, and dyed it with 6 drops of toxins. Seven Minute Frosting has NONE fat, trans fats, saturated fats, etc.
Fatless frosting is pretty darn good, when topping a cake made with mayo, if I do say so myself.
3. One birthday cake down. Two to go. The Chef is Forty today, and I will be following in his footsteps on Tuesday.
Wait, we're not down birthday fete-ing yet. Peter hits 17 later this month on a memorable day that is also the release day for Season 4 of Arrested Development on Netflix.
|May the Fourth be with you!|
So if you're noticing a down turn in blog posts around these parts, it's probably because of birthday (Mother's day, Eighth grade graduation, baseball) season, and not at all because I am re-watching all of the first three seasons of Arrested Development in preparation for the big day.
When you push a spot on the dog's back, he wags his tail and bobs his head up and down.
She FREAKED OUT! THREW IT across the room, and clung to my legs for dear life. Then, I remembered how she is terrified of Zhu-zhu Pets, and other mechanical animals.
No, she hasn't outgrown that irrational feat at the ripe old age of Dos. Yes, we laughed at her.
5. Now you too can play "Where's Jophine?" sometimes called, "Where's Me?" or "Where's You?" or "Where is Everybody?"
6. Who am I kidding? I don't get to watch much Arrested Development these days because we are in the midst of hockey playoffs. Why do professional hockey teams need to have 7 game series for each step in the playoffs? Can't they figure out whose better after the first 3 or 5 games? C'mon!
When left with a choice of reading books on the couch and being ignored by the older males in the home, or taking Lucy and Edmund to see a late showing of Iron Man 3, we booked it to the theater.
For the first time ever, I felt whatever that phobia is...fear of being in a large crowd.
A massive line inside the cinema just waiting to get into the theater, then a sold-out show, and thoughts and prayers for the poor people in that Colorado theater made me a little nervous.
Add to that the fact that it was a 9:30pm showing, the realization that the 9:30 crowd is a little sketchier and sometimes a wee bit more intoxicated than the 8:30 crowd, and the giants sitting at the end of our row, preventing any quick get-aways, ramped it up to medium nervous.
Thankfully, the seat next to me was broken, and the could-have-been-professional-football-players-and-I-would-never-know were very friendly and polite. Which is great, because getting in and out of a movie seat to use the restroom can be a somewhat intimate experience.
The movie was lots of fun. I only had a few panic attacks wondering about how likely it is to get head-lice from a movie theater seat.
Neurotic? Or masochistic? You make the call.
7. Happy Birthday to the Chef!
While at the theater, I recognized this guy. He looks an awful lot like my guy.
He makes me smile every day. Usually intentionally too. This week, he attempted something like this smooth move with our remote control.
But he bobbled it, just like Michael Bolton bobbles his red solo cup in the scene from Office Space where he is informed that if caught, he will go to Federal Pound Me in the @$$ prison.
I have not yet stopped laughing about him bobbling the remote.
Yep. Still smiling and chuckling. Love that guy.
I spent all day trying to find/create a GIF of that scene. I have failed you. Next week, my friends. Next week.
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Until next Friday, stay thirsty my friends.