Jimi's either going to think I'm the best girlfriend ever or he's going to decide once and for all that women shouldn't cook.
I've made him a birthday cake, but I tried something new, and in retrospect, maybe his birthday cake wasn't the ideal time to start experimenting with new recipes. If it sucks, I've got plenty of stuff to make a backup cake, but that would be sad.
Yesterday, our friend Andee brought Kim and I an amazing spread for lunch - a picnic basket full of goodies; grapes, green apples, caramel dip, strawberries, de-boned rotisserie chicken, crackers, almonds, hummus, a thermos full of apple cider - I mean, it was crazy. She also brought two tins full of chocolate muffins, but these weren't just any chocolate muffins; they were made with only 2 ingredients - devils food cake mix and a can of pumpkin. And they were delicious. She made an offhand comment: "you can use any cake mix..."
So I made a cake with butter pecan cake mix and a can of pumpkin. And I frosted it with cream cheese icing. And I lined up pecans along the edges. And I used those little sugar letters to spell out "Happy Birthday Jimi" and "I love you old fart" and then made a "39" out of the candles.
I hope it doesn't taste like poo.
I've got a meatloaf ready to go into the oven, too. I don't eat meatloaf (I think I've mentioned that maybe?), but Alton Brown apparently does and so I used his recipe. I hope it doesn't taste like poo.
I've got the potatoes cut and ready to boil for mashing. The peas will only take a few minutes to steam, I'm assuming.
Only thing left to do is wait for the birthday boy to get home.
Oh, and I'm still not finished with my Christmas shopping.