Mars

Hi, The point (if there is a point) of this blog is to post liner notes and playlists of mix CDs originating from moi and hopefully fanning out into a chain of mix CDs. If you get a CD from me, make me and a friend one, and email me some liner notes and I'll post them. Then your friend should make you and someone else a mix CD etc etc. Maybe it will work PS If you want to be on my knit list, let me know what you want and I'll see what I can do!

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

It's downhill from now on...

I was going to post a picture of the kitty-litter cake I made for my pumpkin carving party, but the picture wasn't so hot. But trust me, it looks enough like the real thing that I have never actually eaten it. But now Halloween is over. It's the perfect holiday - no presents, not much decorating, no cooking marathon. Just walking the streets in funny clothes soliciting goodies. My son was a pill-crazed doctor with red-paint splattered scrubs, and looked totally cute. And garnered about 9 pounds of candy with not a single Almond Joy, which was to be 'my' candy as he doesn't like coconut.

I think Mr. Goodbar is a very weird name for a candy bar. Which came first - the movie or the candy? In any case, I have a major sugar hangover from eating all those teeny weeny candy bars that together make up 3 or 4 regular size ones. I want to detox!

I was telling my neighbor that I liked Halloween because it reminded me of Hogmanay, which is like Halloween for grown-ups. It's a Scottish New Year celebration where you carry around a bottle of booze and walk around and drink from other people's bottles and if you fancy each other, have a snog. It's the perfect way to celebrate when you're twenty-something and your hormones outweigh your germ phobia, without getting into too much trouble.

I read the excerpt from Maureen Dowd's book, Are Men Necessary in the New York Times. Usually I really like her, but I just thought this piece was so silly - high achieving smart women are missing out on love and kids because they're too intimidating, and younger women are rejecting feminism. Err, but who on earth would want a man who values compliance over intelligence, and what about the fact that women can actually take care of themselves these days, and don't have to end up in loveless marriages because being single is untenable? Plus the silly militant-Birkenstock-wearing feminist vs. pretty, groomed man-catchers dichotomy is annoying. And it's pretty insulting to men as well, as if all men want a Barbie doll with an IQ at least 30 points below theirs. Anyway, I don't know why there's so much angst about being a single, middle-aged woman, because, to be honest with you, I think only about a third of all marriages are at all enviable and the rest range from boring to abusive.

Kitty Litter Cake
1 spice cake mix
1 large packet vanilla pudding
1 package vanilla sandwich cookies
Green and blue food coloring
1 bag large Tootsie Rolls
Bake the cake as directed on the box. Mix the vanilla pudding as directed on the box and crumble in the cake. Spoon into a foil sheet cake pan lined with a wastebasket liner. Crush the cookies until they are fairly well crushed, and color with about a half bottle each of green and blue food coloring. Sprinkle the crumbs over the top of the cake, keeping back about half a cup. Unwrap 7 or 8 Tootsie Rolls. Melt in the microwave and shape into cat poo shapes - about 8 seconds for a firm poop, 15 seconds for diarrhea. Roll poops in reserved crumbs and arrange in an organic manner on the cake (half-buried, hanging over the edge). Serve on a newspaper with crumbs scattered around and a brand spanking new cat litter scoop. A few mini-turds on the newspaper is a nice touch.

7 Comments:

At 10:44 PM, Blogger pinky pinkerson said...

did the kitty litter cake get eaten? i've seen pictures of them, but I always wonder. the ingredients are all perfectly tasty - but it looks SO REAL.

I like Mr. Goodbars, Almond Joys, Nutragi...I've yet to meet a halloween candy bar that I don't like.

(but I agree, it is weird, especially when you know what happens to poor Diane Keaton in that movie)

 
At 11:32 PM, Blogger minty said...

My favorite: 100 Grand. Which used to be called "Nestle Hundred Thousand Dollar Bar" with a catchy jingle and everything, but the kids today just don't got time for that many syllables.

 
At 6:38 AM, Blogger Marianne said...

Apparently, the kitty litter cake is tasty, but that may be eleven year old machismo talking.

Usually I think British chocolate is much better than American but I bow down before the miniature Reese's PB cup.

 
At 11:22 PM, Blogger Phil said...

I am still giggling about the litter (I have a photo on my cameraphone) but the rat was both visually and tactilely excellent.

Re: Hogmanay -- when I was a kid I had a book full of short stories about children all over the world. One of the stories was set at Hogmanay. Alas, it was one of my least favorite.

 
At 2:01 PM, Blogger christa said...

the word "turd" has appeared in your last two posts.

 
At 8:32 PM, Blogger mykull said...

was the kitty litter cake the one on the floor in the bathroom? it was soooo dee-lish-us!!!!!!

 
At 11:18 PM, Blogger Phil said...

Kaudie and I were sorely tempted to switch the real kitty litter box and the dessert one. But we didn't want to interrupt Mykull while he was eating.

 

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