Rats

And I don’t mean the fuzzy cute kind like me.

I mean I’m tired of being in a hurry. Always late for somewhere (figuratively), or thinking about being late for somewhere. And from what I hear come out the mouth of every single retiree I know, it doesn’t get any better. (But I understand that the reasons for the busy lifestyle are more selective.)

At least this is the last day of school until after the new year, and I will get to spend some time with Jake and Justin and other family and fiends. Then I can start in on music and choreography for Dinner Theatre, and begin rearranging my kitchen for the Ohio Dept. of Agriculture inspection in January, shop for new choir music, design some Smart Board lessons, spend some time at school doing prep work…

Hey, wait.

Criminetly.

FO

Hard to believe

…that these advertisements took place in the last 50-70 years. Illustrates how much we’ve learned in a very short time, comparatively. I think they’re kind of funny, in a tragic sort of way.

Remember when smoking was allowed everywhere? When people smoked on airplanes, in movie theaters, in the grocery, the bank, and in schools? When doctors smoked in their offices?

This isn’t a nicotine bashing, and I’d prefer it not turn into that. Lots of people I love have been and still are smokers, so please temper your comments about it; we all know it’s an unhealthy habit. Rather, my point this morning is to illustrate how long it took for modern medicine to figure out that smoking was bad, especially since folks have smoked for over 200 years.

So that is what I wonder this day. Forty-eight more hours, forty-eight more hours, forty-eight more hours…

…and continues

Right. So we baked our first experimental cake last night. The flavor was good, the texture was fine, and our “secret ingredient” made it really different from normal sponge cakes…but something was missing. We weren’t flipping out over it; neither were our husbands. Tasty, good appearance, workable…but not drop-dead fantastic. And it has to be drop-dead fantastic.

Then we thought: What do we want here? Do we want our own luscious creation, or do we want a Chocodile knock-off? It didn’t take us long to decide for “A.” So, it’s Cake, Part Deux.

Instead of a sponge cake (Twinkie), we’re going to try several different types of standard cake. Our goal is a moist, tasty creation that will hold both the filling on the inside and the chocolate on the outside. The Test Kitchen remains open for business. This is going to be a long process. And a fattening one. HA

Three more days of school, three more days of school, three more days of school…

The experiment continues

When the Thriller and I were out west on our Route 66 Odyssey last summer, I tasted a Hostess Chocodile for the first time. It was delicious, but I remember thinking, “Mavis and I could probably come up with something tastier than this.” As a result, the Chocodoodle was born. Some of you may already know that Mavis and I are starting a side-business, to hopefully sustain us in our dotage (and to accompany our Social Security benefits, if in fact there are any to be had 10 years hence). We are in the very beginning stages. We’ve yet to write a business plan, but that’s on the calendar. So is contacting health department officials and getting all the preliminary paperwork underway.

Right now, our little two-person company, Mavis and the Bird, is experimenting with recipes. Our Chocodoodles (we are in the process of trademarking the name — surprisingly, no one’s licensed it yet) are the first order of business. [We also know that “chocodoodles” are a rather obscure variation on the snickerdoodle cookie, but we feel there won’t be that much confusion. I mean, I just bought chocodoodles.com, and every variation — .net, .biz, .org, etc. — was available as well.] At present, we’re using Hostess Twinkies as our sponge cake base, but we won’t be doing that for long. We’ve happened on some good cake recipes, to which we will add our own special touches. When that’s done, we will switch over to the homemade cakes.

We’ve always loved to play around in the kitchen, Mavis and I. Over the years, our family have said on numerous occasions, “You should sell this stuff!” We’d always agree and say, “Yeah, we really should,” but then time would march and we’d forget. Well, this time, we decided to remember.

In all my research, there hasn’t yet appeared a bakery or confectionery that uses chocolate covered sponge cakes with cream filling as their specialty. We plan to make it ours. All the major holidays, office parties, birthday parties (why not serve individual Chocodoodles instead of baking a cake?), craft shows, baby showers, mail-orders all over the country…it’ll hopefully keep two old ladies busy. Mavis and the Bird have high hopes of being the next Harry & David.

Well maybe not. :-) But we’ll at least be available for anything local.

And we know that Chocodoodles are not health food. They’re an occasional indulgence for a special day or event, and that will be the crux of our marketing strategy. Still, we will use only the best ingredients available. Our cake will have about eleven ingredients — less than half that of a Twinkie.

There’s a lot to think about. But if you don’t think big, you’ll never climb out of the foxhole, right?

Happy Sumday. Time for some coffee and thinking about chocolate things.

Doodles Day

Chocodoodles, that is. I will provide pictures, so maybe you will want to place an order. Eh, fiends? What say?

I read in the newspaper this morning about the heartbreaking 2-point loss our school suffered against a conference opponent last night. The columnist said that our players got into some trouble because they were “a little too aggressive” at times. Ya think?

Hahaha. Our resident basketball official, RD, has no doubt seen this and worse. I think it’s kind of funny. You know — coverage sack, basketball version. Way to play ’em, Trojans!

So today we make the Chocodoodles. I am going to take some to school for our faculty Christmas party on Tuesday. My colleagues will function as crash test dummies, per se. Then it’s off to the test kitchen over Christmas break, where Mavis and I will attempt to find and perfect the best sponge cake recipe ever. So much to do, so little time.

Happy weekend!

OH, and is PK the absolute best? She made me the most beautiful pink and black mini-pocketbook. It is the perfect size for my digital camera. She is top-drawer. Thank you, dear fiend! :-)

Photo: Steve Stokes, Ashland Times-Gazette