I have a great picture of my sister stabbing a lamb cake with homicidal glee....
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Steph, I love your idea. Red velvet lamb!!! I'm trying to decide fi I need to go to the grocery store--I might need more cupcake holder paper things (um...word for those, I have lost). But I'm feeling too lazy. And if I go, I will get sucked into buying other things. OTOH, coconut on the cupcakes sounds adorable...
Lamb cake's a tradition in my family too. With jellybean eyes!
With jellybean eyes!
I use jellybeans for eyes (and nose) if I can scam 3 jellybeans from a co-worker or friend, since I strongly dislike jellybeans and don't want to buy a whole bag of them just to use 3 for a cake.
So this year I bought M&Ms for the eyes and nose. I *know* we'll eat the rest!
I'm looking forward to the reactions to the bloody lamb cake...
DH has Easter dinner duty, because I feel like singing at three back-to-back Easter services earns me the right to put my feet up a bit. He has a pork roast brining, adapted from this Mark Bittman recipe because we couldn't find an uncured ham at QFC or Whole Foods yesterday: [link]
Only of course today when I went by the Asian market around the corner from our house because we were out of eggs, what should I spot in the meat aisle but uncured hams for about a third of the price per pound DH paid at Whole Paycheck.
Dessert will be simple--store-bought angel food cake with strawberries.
I can't wait to see the bloody lamb pictures
Happy birthday, Pete!
And Kristin, I'm glad that Byron is feeling a bit better.
Fay is a babe.(and kisses very well). Lots of people like women with curves, Fay. I had a crap day too. You know your life sucks when somebody tries to console you by basically telling you you're not a drooling freak like other crippled people. My brother does not share my verbal facility.
we drool? who knew. No wonder everyone looks at me strange.
oy, erika.