Burnt Toast

As many of you already know, I had neck surgery (ACDF C5-C6) about two and a half weeks ago.  My recovery is going pretty well.  I’ve had good days and bad days, but mostly just really really boring days.  The majority of my time has been spent on the couch, surfing the internet or watching tv.  I loaded my kindle full of books before the surgery, but haven’t turned it on once … which is probably a good thing because my attention span and ability to retain information has been awful lately.  I’m off most of the medication at this point, but still need a vicodin here and there.

Which is probably why I burned toast yesterday.  Not once.  Not twice.  Yes ladies and gentlemen, three times.  That’s probably a record.  I mean, who does that?!  In my defense it was my first attempt at cooking a whole meal post-op.  All that I’d done prior to this was make a batch of guacamole and my own birthday cake with hideous pink frosting (also an example of poor judgment).  So I’m at least capable of doing one thing at a time, but trying to make toast, eggs baked in tomato cups and some bacon was apparently far too much for my goofy ass at this point.  Lucas actually said “maybe you shouldn’t cook again until you’re off the meds”.  Because I didn’t just serve him burnt toast.  Nope.  I also baked the eggs too long.  Destroyed them.  They were beautiful before going into the oven, which I shall forevermore call “that goddamn egg killer”.  No, I am not projecting. Continue reading

Bourbon-Soaked Dark Chocolate Bundt Cake

It’s Christmas Day.  I’m sitting on the couch in my pajamas, watching Lilo & Stitch and not so patiently waiting for Lucas to wake up.  Since he’s working nights we’ll open our presents this afternoon, eat a brunchy meal and then finally (finally!) I will get to take a bite of the Bourbon-Soaked Dark Chocolate Bundt Cake I baked around 1:00 this morning.

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Normally I despise baking, but when I saw this Fleur de Lis Bundt Pan I wanted it so very much that baking didn’t sound too awful.  I put it on my Amazon wish list and there it sat, marked high priority, ignored by all for the past year.  Until it showed up on my doorstep a few days ago.  A gift from Santa Claus?  Close enough.  Thanks Mom & Dad!

To break in my new pan I wanted to make a boozy cake.  One so boozy it might make me feel a little tipsy.  I searched online and found this recipe, courtesy of the New York Times.  They call it whiskey-soaked, but I used bourbon.  And since all bourbon is whiskey, but not all whiskey is bourbon, I feel the need to specify. There are rules people! Continue reading