Attacked but not Thwarted

My knight in shining armor (husband) decided to not show his face this past weekend when I was attacked, yes brutally and viciously attacked! Instead, he laughed so hard he cried and then laughed some more. Hurt and angry now aren’t you? I was too – I mean really, a little help would have been greatly appreciated and I wouldn’t have any scars: emotional and physical from this incident (sniff, sniff)…….


There I am innocently picking sunflowers on the side of the road while my husband is hiding in the Jeep (apparently, it is not manly to be seen in a Jeep whilst your wife is picking wild flowers). It happened, out of the blue, I was attacked, no provocation, no warning, no chance to defend myself………. I was tugging and pulling on a stem from a very stubborn and obstinate plant when all of a sudden it uprooted itself and flew at my face knocking me on my backside. Then I heard it, the laughter from my husband and suspiciously, I believe, from the sunflowers alongside the road. Covered in pollen, holding a plant that sacrificed itself to protect the other sunflowers, I was thankful no one was driving down the road to witness this awkward position I had found myself in. I couldn’t believe it, I never knew the sunflowers would have it in them to attack innocent people, especially sweet, little innocent me.

So yes, I was attacked, but I will not be thwarted, I will live to pick another day. I will combat enemy sunflowers and I will conquer. The moral of this story I believe would be don’t pick sunflowers while you have witnesses or at the very least, while your husband is around!

Not Dream Baking Again?

Ech time I watch the Bakery Show The Cake Boss , I dream of baking and preparing breathtaking desserts. Unfortunately, my reality is much, much different than my dreams. There are times when I have major baking snafus and today happened to be one of those days. The day started out amazingly well, really it did. My husband brought me coffee, my hair styled up beautifully without a fight, my clothes felt large when I put them on (always makes you feel good as a woman, and your clothes bag immediately after you put them on). The kids were well behaved, the husband in a good mood, the dog sleeping peacefully not underfoot for once…. And I thought “This is my perfect day…. Let’s try to make something new, something spectacular and something so delicious that my family would fawn over me like I was a Queen”… well, I can dream can’t I?


I watched several shows online on how to make pastry puffs, prepared my ingredients and prayed that my luck would hold out. The butter melted beautifully in the pan with the water, the flour balled up just like the recipe said it would. I carefully put it in the mixing bowl and added my eggs, letting the machine beat the dough in a frenzy while thanking my lucky stars for a husband so thoughtful to buy me own.

I have a little trouble with the whole pastry bag thing, since I don’t have one, I opted for a Ziploc with and end cut out. Then I started making my pastries, I don’t believe I’ve seen anything quite like what those doughy lump things looked like and I prayed that they would look halfway decent baked. Here goes nothing, my oven was ready, I carefully slid the soon to be Queen making delicacies into the oven and set my timer. I held my breath, sat down and waited….

The smoke appeared… in mass quantities rolling into the room adjacent to the kitchen. My husband and I looked at each other and ran. Here I am turning the fan on, running for the fire extinguisher, my husband opening every window in on the main floor, waiting to the smoke alarms to start screaming. I opened the door and the pastries were fine. My husband and I perplexed about the situation, I have decided that I have now lost my Queen status with this one teensy weensy problem.

All in all, the pastries ended well. They weren’t the prettiest but they tasted alright for a first batch. My husband is wary of my any new project that includes the oven, the dog is still afraid of the smell in the kitchen, and I wasn’t deemed Queen.

Oh well, maybe next time.