Happy 58th Birthday to Me!

  Tuesday is my birthday. Yesterday Emma and I went to Detroit to see They Might Be Giants. Still good after all these years. We got back very late, and I didn't have my key. Emma had asked if I had my key, and I said no, that Ken would have to let me in. So she pulled away, very tired and anxious to get home herself. ken's always up late,so I just ring the bell and he lets me in. Well last night,since he's been sick the last week or so, he went to bed! He was upstairs sleeping soundly,and couldn't hear me ringing the bell,pounding on the door,even banging on the sides of the house. I used one of my clothes line poles to bang on the house as far up as I could,under the bedroom window. But Ken is a sound sleeper,and he didn't hear a thing. There's a phone next to the bed,so I thought I could call him and wake him up. BUT I DON'T HAVE A CELL PHONE. I know. Everybody in the universe, including school children, has a cell phone,except me. That's just the way it is. So I had to walk somewhere to find a phone. It was almost 2:30 in the morning,so the corner gas station on the next block was closed. I was thinking I was going to have to walk all the way to the 24 hour Kroger (grocery store), but then I remembered the hospital was on the way. Surely they would let me use a phone. Luckily they have a phone they let the public use, and I called Ken. He woke up. Story short: I got home and got in. Finally.
   Since Tammy World represents me as a child, it's her birthday too.
  Tammy World is helping her mom, Dolly, bake her cake. And yes, Dolly does have a stand mixer on the counter and a hand mixer on the table. I have my mom's old 1950's stand mixer,but I also have a hand mixer.

Mom! I got all the stuff out!

I don't have a doll sized flour or sugar, so just pretend those have already been used and set aside.

Tammy and little brother Gareth are waiting to 'lick the beaters',as we always said. These days they warn you not to eat cake batter because of the raw eggs. We still do it though. I haven't died yet. Of course, there's 'a first time for everything'. In this case it would also be the last time.

  My mom almost always made cake from scratch,but for my birthday I always asked for a cherry cake, from a mix, that had little cherry bits in it. With that I had to have peppermint ice cream. Now I'd much rather have chocolate cake like the one I make for Ken's birthday. Best cake in the world and so sweet nobody except me can eat a whole piece! Of course, I'm not supposed to eat chocolate any more!

Tammy: Can I help when it gets to the good part?

Dolly: Which part is that?  Tammy: The part where you use the mixer and the cake stuff goes flying all over the kitchen.

Dolly: That isn't normally a part of baking a cake.

Tammy: You could have fooled me!

Dolly: Well...let's add the eggs.

The eggs are a fridge magnet,but they are way more to scale than the supposedly 1/6 scale eggs I have. I just wish there wasn't a giant magnet lump on the lid. The milk is one of those rubber things like the rubber fit together sushi and stuff you can buy. Maybe it's an eraser?

Dolly: Do you want to stir a bit? Tammy: Yes, please.

Dolly: Make sure you get all the dry part mixed in.

  I never helped my mom make a cake. I'm not sure she would even have let me. We were always told we couldn't do anything right. When Mom made pies she would always give us some pie crust dough to make something out of. That involved nothing more than adding sugar and cinnamon. The results were not good, but then, I have to admit,neither was Mom's pie crust.
  While Tammy is stirring, Gareth spills her glass of milk.

Gareth: I'm sorry!  Tammy: You big doofus! Look at the mess you made!

 Dolly: It's ok! We'll clean it up.

  You know how it is when you're little and things just don't go how you meant them to.

Tammy: Don't cry Gareth. I'm sorry I called you a doofus.

  In our house, I was the littlest. My sister would have reacted a lot like Tammy if I had done that. Of course, Mom would have started yelling,"Gom Gom Gom! That's all you do is gom!" 'Gom' meant making a mess. I was 'always gomming up the place'. Mom and Dad were from Kentucky and I guess that was a phrase there, in the 'olden days' at least.
  I didn't make a new birthday cake for Tammy World this year. You can see the 1/6 scale one Ivy made a few years ago HERE, and the one I made HERE .