Saturday, October 22, 2005

Martha Stewart, I'm not

How to make a celebratory White-Sox-in-the-World-Series cake:

1. Buy a black-and-white frosted birthday cake at your local grocery store.

2. With a dull butter knife, scrape the black frosting "Happy Birthday" message off the cake. Discard.

3. Using a tube of black decorator frosting (also purchased at the grocery store), write "Go Sox" in big, squiggley letters on the cake.

4. Hope family doesn't notice the greyish residue from "Happy Birthday" on the cake top.

5. Eat cake while cheering on the White Sox. Try to take mind off the fact that The Husband is actually attending the first two Series games, while you are home with the kids. Tell yourself that seeing it on TV is just as good. Eat more cake. Repeat as often as necessary to feel better about not getting to go to the game, or until sugar-induced coma sets in.

5 comments:

Love2Learn Mom said...

I love it!

Chris said...

you need to get the betty crocker cake pan set ($20 at pick and save)that lets you do dome cakes with filling, you can use it to make a cake that looks like a baseball filled with pudding lol.

regards,
GBfan

tee bee said...

I was concerned at first that the original lettering on the cake had something to do with a certain losing team that will not be mentioned here. If things had gone differently, you would need to add ice cream. Lots of ice cream.

Secretly, part of my joy at the Sox winning is the egg on that blockhead Blagojevich's face after making the all-time most obtuse comment about not cheering on the Sox even if the Cubs weren't in it, because of his loyalty. How politically tone-deaf can a person be?

Mary Eileen said...

And today I can only say,

THE WHITE SOX WON THE WORLD SERIES!! THE WHITE SOX WON THE WORLD SERIES!!!! AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Oh, sorry. Just was re-living last night's thrilling victory.

Thanks for the comments, Love2LearnMom, GBFan, and TeeBee!

Attila said...

Congratulations!

And remember to kiss your son on the lips when you win.

Things must be different in Chicago.