I always feel funky when I learn I've spelled a word wrong for years. Like lavender. I've spelled it lavendar for decades. I like it better with the 'a'. Now I feel out of synch and a tad put off.
I have this special cake recipe that is heavenly and highly adaptable to anything. Takes a cup of buttermilk, so I had Scott bring buttermilk home last night. Oops, forgot we are out of red food coloring from the last colored baking experiment, and three sets leaving me only green, yellow, and blue will never make orange. Oh, well, run into town myself, ten miles one way for a bottle of red food coloring. While I'm there, may as well pick up some pink and purple decorator frosting. Yes, I know... orange and chocolate swirl cake with white icing and pink and purple decorations. That's my Twinkles. And I will seriously make it look cool.
So, I got the batter divided, got the chocolate done, switched to the orange... Oops, a bigger bit of orange flavored splash than I intended, but what the heck. Always good with chocolate. And ~oh no~, the red food coloring bottle wasn't sealed properly at the factory, and laid in the bag soaking the inside of its box. Wow, what a mess. Both my hands are red, my light gray counter has big splotches of bright pink, and boy howdy, that is one dang orange cake. I made up for it with a bunch of yellow.
Smells good, though.
Scott set the catch 'em live trap out again a couple of days ago after we saw an armadillo in the yard late one night in a rain storm. They love the rain because it makes the grubs come up for air, and the armadillos dig up the yard looking for grubs. Welp, forgot all about it. Till just now. We assumed he wouldn't be back because Scott had shot at it in the rain and missed, the sound scared it half to death and it ran like mad. It's funny how fast those things can run. But I guess he came back. Our area is so infested with armadillos now that they lay dead all over the roads, and they aren't indigenous to this state at all. 30 years ago there weren't any. About 20 years ago they started mass migrating across the Ozarks. Now they are thicker than rabbits, skunks, and possums.
Twinkles and Jack. (I conned her into switching to MY team, heh heh. She was on Scott's team. Ah, the competition in this household...)