I'm one of the best procrastinators in the world. I've got the biggest day of my graduate student career (so far) coming up a week from tomorrow. I should be spending every waking moment reading journal articles and such.
Instead, I decided to bake a zucchini cake.
The recipe called for one half cup of sour milk. Since the milk in my refrigerator is fresh, I had to call my mom to see what to do. The last time I made this cake I had to do the same thing. I remembered her trick of adding vinegar to the milk, but couldn't remember how much vinegar to put in. Luckily she was home so I could finish the cake.
We talked for a while as I was mixing stuff together, and then I got to the point where I had to grate the zucchini, but I couldn't find my grater.
Me: "I hate it when the . . ."
Mom: "What's that?"
Me: "Oh, I was going to say something, but you probably don't want to hear it."
Mom: "What?"
Me: "I was going to say that I hate it when the maid service comes because they always put stuff away in the wrong place and I can never find it."
I don't think my Mom felt too sorry for me.
5 comments:
I am having a hard time finding the sympathy, too. Send her my way, I could use one!!
Hey, maybe the maid would make the cake next time?
hmmm yeah...kinda hard to be sympathetic to that comment....lol Did the cake turn out?
I think the cake turned out. This recipe works best when you let it sit for a day before you cut it, so at least I have that to look forward to when I get home.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm Zucchini cake...I hope you sprinkled chocolate chips on top....
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