Random thoughts for 1000, Ken or Mayim:

1. Kids’ birthday cakes these days are so much fancier than was even my/our Wedding cake. Which, btw, was very nice. I originally ordered white cake cuz it was cheaper. I think $0.75/slice. I remember going back to my mother and asking her very nicely, as in, “pretty please?” if we could afford chocolate cake at $1.25/slice? She had to think about it a bit but then let me order the chocolate! Yeah!!
   Anywho, birthday cakes at my house as a kid were from a box in a 9×11” pan, served in the pan where only the top was frosted. Mom made sure everyone always had a cake. We were more than happy and certainly didn’t care, (or know!!) that fancy cakes from bakeries even existed!! We were happy with the cake Mom threw together for us. Not so happy was the recipient when they noticed that someone else had already taste tested the frosting, leaving their fingerprints behind! Calling, Dr. Henry Lee!!
   As I got older, I didn’t want a cake for my Oct. birthday. You guessed it, I asked for a birthday pumpkin pie! Mom made the pie with the big can of pumpkin where you just add condensed milk. Perfect! Brothers didn’t care, they’d eat anything and everything ! If she was too busy, she’d buy me the Mrs. Smith’s frozen pumpkin pie. Not as good, but the thought was there. Eventually, and I’m not kidding, she’d just baked a glass bowl of the pumpkin pie and condensed milk mixture. No crust! It was not for low carb, it was before Pillsbury had roll out crusts!! Mom hated making pie crusts!! Anywho, we’d scoop it out into a dish and smother it with Cool-Whip. Real whipped cream? What’s that?

My dear friend, Beth Mantikas, has baked me a pumpkin pie from SCRATCH, for about the last 30++ years. Hers is a deep dark rich pumpkin pie that I absolutely love and she doesn’t! That’s a great friend! And thank you, Beth, yet again. I still owe you a few pie dishes! She’s even carried the dry ingredients already mixed on the plane and baked me my pie while we’re both snow birding in Florida. She delivered it to me complete with homemade whipped cream! Happy Birthday to (spoiled!) me!!

2nd random thought:

What’s with the non centered NIKE logo on the back of (professional) golfers’ shirts? First time I saw it all I could think of was the commercial for children’s clothing from the 70-80’s? Gar-animals, I think that’s what they were called. Where the kid matched his clothing by the animal on his pants and shirt, but the shirt was on backwards so the animal was, where the NIKE logo is on said above shirts!!

Also, I say, for Heavens sake, let the men pro golfers wear shorts! The women on the LPGA certainly get away with wearing pretty skimpy clothing. How about we let the men show some leg, too? Besides, they must sweat to death walking 18 holes in long pants!

3rd) I recently visited my daughter Molly up in Duxbury, MA. For you non New Englanders, “Boston.” Think Plymouth Rock and the Pilgrims. She lives about 15min north from the famous 1620 rock. Anywho, Molly and her very talented husband, Joey, raise chickens. (my husband is Joe, her’s is Joey, for clarification purposes.) Newsflash, they are not the cleanest birds in the world as they take dirt baths. Ugh. They do lay their compliment of eggs and they are a treat to eat, especially if you like eggs. Molly made me a special breakfast out of one of her many test kitchen cookbooks. Matzah Brie I think is what it was called.. it’s basically scrambled eggs with presoaked Matzah crackers. Molly added sausage (there’s goes the I dont think it’s Kosher now part!!) and other spices… She was stirring away while I pet her dogs and drank coffee… (oh, how the tide has gloriously turned!). She served us both a yuge plate of whatever she called it…I asked, how many eggs did you use? 4 total! Holy mackerolly!! I could not believe how far she stretched 4 eggs. My immediate thought was, how the hell did my mother not know about Matzah Brie???!! Oh yeah, we’re not Jewish!! But boy are they smart! Simply adding a few “crackers” to the eggs stretched them to feed an army! My mother did feed an army. An army of boys, me and my Dad. Not sure how much she ate, cuz she always sat down last to the table and we’d be half Dunn by then. If she’d only known about Matzah Brie!!!

more later…

8:50a tee time tomorrow (last one before heading north, finalllllly!)

11:20p now

6/11/23

xo, Kate