Mom said bad things come in threes. Yesterday was that day.
I had a doctor’s appointment at 11:15 a.m. I didn’t want to get too involved in anything physical (Yay! No exercising!). I did paperwork until it was time to go. My doctor’s office is in a “campus,” that’s what they call medical buildings now. What it really means is that you have to park far away from the door. They have valet parking but hey, I didn’t exercise and the day was lovely so I parked it myself. I got the best spot close to the entrance. This never happens. I have been near death and had to walk a quarter-mile.
I am just a few minutes early, happy as a clam. The receptionist couldn’t find my appointment. “Oh,” she said, “you are scheduled for 3:15.” How could I do that? I know it was 11:15. The beloved husband took the reminder call and he wrote down ‘appointment on Wednesday.’ He didn’t jot down the time but I am not implying that he was at fault. Back out to my wonderful parking space. Bummer.
The best way to get over my annoyance with myself is to treat myself. I know that’s counterintuitive. I should be punishing myself for not being thorough. I thought about it a bit and decided the punishment would be that I would BAKE a chocolate cake instead of stopping at the bakery.
I am a good baker or at least I was back in the day. Today I threw together my mother’s chocolate cake. Some of you may have the recipe. It has hot coffee in it. It’s simple. You throw everything into the mixer; turn it on; and put it in the cake pan.
I find that occasionally I forget an ingredient if I don’t put them all out at the beginning. Sometimes I forget it anyway. Today the cake was in the oven for 5 minutes when I realize I hadn’t put any oil in it. The recipe takes oil instead of shortening and that’s what makes it moist. Damn! I pulled the cake out of the oven; dumped it back in the mixer; and added the oil. I stirred it; poured it back in the pan; and back in the oven. Will it rise or will it fall?
It worked. It looked good. It was high. I let it stand for 5 minutes in the pan and then dumped it out…..in pieces. It was in a high Bundt pan and it must have stuck somewhere because half of the cake stayed in the pan. I carefully took the rest out and mended it with icing. Yum! No one will know and really, does anyone care? It’s a scrumptous scrambled chocolate cake!
My wonderful parking spot was open when I went back to the doctor and I believe all the bad things are done for the day. Bad things come in threes. So….wrong appointment time; forgot the oil in the cake; and scrambled it! I am good to go.