If not a single one of them will bring me more coffee??
I actually had to get out of bed, go all the way downstairs to the kitchen and get the refill myself.
And since I was already out of bed…. I came back upstairs and sat down at my desk.
Okay. So I’m here.
However, there is not really anything to post today. Phil couldn’t do his live last night, so it is once again re-scheduled. It should be tonight at 8PM eastern. As always, though, check his channel later to confirm.
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Okay, well it was brought to my attention that I’m expected to bake some sort of amazing dessert for Christmas dinner. (Two of the young men who will be here — see yesterday’s post — are professional cooks and they will actually be making Christmas dinner here, in its entirety. I’m providing eggnog, the wine, the espressos and the Courvoisier…)
Most people don’t remember me from the Dark Ages… but back then, I was an amazing baker. I really was. Cookies, cakes, pies, primarily.
My favorite cake — although the cake itself was just a white layer cake with white frosted sides and layers of green frosting leaves on top — was “The Beatles at Shea Stadium” cake!
I had found a set of vintage Beatles cake toppers–
Like this:
And I simply put them on top of the cake. It was my drummer/boyfriend’s 30th birthday. And his birthday was July 7th — the same as Ringo’s. So. Voilà!
Anyway. It was simple, but it was fun.
However, after I was married to Wayne for a few years and his diabetes started to get worse, I stopped baking entirely. Just to cut down on the temptation of all that sugar. And since then — almost 30 years ago — I stopped baking.
But in the old days… in the 1980s, my best friend, Valerie in Brooklyn, who was also an incredible baker, was the Pastry Chef at the Museum of Modern Art in NYC. And for a brief time, I was her assistant.
It turned out that I really didn’t like baking professionally — I found it tedious and not very creative. I had to bake the same things, day in, day out; over and over and over. And I preferred to try to flirt with Valerie and fool around with her in the giant walk-in fridge. (Wherein, she was heard saying, for the first time ever in the known history of the world: “Emmy, stop it! We have to work!!”) (We were also lovers, btw.) (And she called/calls me “Emmy” because, in the very early days, she simply called me “M” because everyone knows that “Marilyn” takes way too much time to pronounce, and then, of course, the diminutive of “M’ is “Emmy”…)
Anyway. Okay. So I didn’t last long as a professional Assistant Pastry Chef. But I did love to bake. But I haven’t done it now in decades, so I’m freaking out and I texted Valerie last night, and said: “Oh no! What should I bake??”
And she replied: “MoMA’s Cheesecake! I’ll send you the recipe!”
So that’s on my horizon for Christmas dinner. We’ll see how that goes!!
Meanwhile… I’m gonna scoot. If anything interesting happens, I will come back here later and post it.
Have a wonder-filled Wednesday, wherever you are in the world, gang!!!
Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!
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