{more than} 10 Random Thoughts During My Day.

10.  Is it always this dark at 5:30 am?
9.   I was so proud of Miss Grumpy Pants this morning for making the BRILLIANT suggestion that she eat her cereal at school this morning because THEY had milk.  And we didn’t.
8.  I am sure The Fisherman LOVES it when he tells me he caught fish (he did today, 4 wahoo) and I start naming off people I need to give fish to.

7.  Is the Captain Morgan’s Rum Distillery tower the tallest structure on St. Croix?
6.  The Captain Morgan’s Rum Distillery smells like the Captain took a crap then left it on a steam machine to sit a while.  What it really is is burnt molasses or something…but what ever it is, it is F O U L.
5.  Damn, is it November 2 already?
4.  How cute is was for one of SC’s little friend’s to whisper her band new baby brother’s name in my ear.  In Arabic.
3.  As I ordered a White Chocolate Frappuccino from Starfish Patissiere, I wondered where the white guy who called himself White Chocolate in high school is today and what he is doing. 
2.  What in the tarnation do I get MY 5-year-old for her birthday?? Anyone??? It’s in less than 30 days.
1.  As I ordered a White Chocolate Frappuccino from Starfish Patissiere, I thought SCREW Starbucks and The Man.  Local is a GAZILLION MILLION times better than that commercialism crap.  I go Local every single day.  Because I have to.

Damn, that Dinah is gonna beat my ass today in her booty jam-a-lish-ish step class.  You should see HER booty.

I’m wondering- what were some of your random thoughts?  Thoughts you think “I bet people want to know this stuff”.  Guess what? I want to know.  Tell me.

Monkey See. Monkey Do.

I’d like to think I learned my lesson with SC’s birthday cake:  Never try something new the day you need it.  So, a week before SJ’s first (sniff) birthday, we TRIED to make a Monkey Cake.  And if it turned out ok, I was going to make it again for his b-day party.  If not, then I pay someone else to make a cake.

MIL has been sending us these fabulous baking items that you just can’t get on island.  Cookie pans, icing bags, tips and this bizarre thing you put on the edge of your cake pan that allows your cake to bake evenly with-out rising at the top like an ant hill.  That gift I am sure is the result of the phone call break down I had with her over SC’s cake.

Here is what the monkey cake-pan looks like and what the finished product should look like if you are a master cake decorator:

Regular ol’ box cake mix, why torture myself, and the “cake” itself turned out just fine. 

I then realized the problem was in icing the damn thing.  Look closely, those are “dots” of icing.  Not gonna happen.

I remembered my BFF made Cake Balls for her girl’s last party.  She sent me a recipe and I googled it as well.  Yes, they are simple enough to make, but PEOPLE, we don’t have a Michael’s or HobbyLobby to run out to get get melting chocolates.  Keep reading. 

Ironically, I had 3-year old melting chocolate in my fridge that my mom brought down with her on a trip for some bizarre reason.  Maybe the result of another melt-down of lack of baking items & accessories.   So I followed the instructions per my hero, The Pioneer Woman, and stopped short of dipping the balls in the melting chocolate (I can’t help but get a big, immature smile on my face when I get a visual, thanks to my husband. Come on people.) 

What the hell is this? Crap on a stick?  Yum-o-no.

Not gonna happen either.  As the chocolate was melting in the double boiler, I picked up the phone and dialed 340-778-3474 ,aka, Starfish Patisserie.  St. Croix’s Premier Patisserie.  I ordered a 4′ personal zebra striped fondant cake for the little man to dive into, and I would settle for cupcakes for the rest of the crew. (that turned out pretty adorable I must say, but no pictures to prove it)

And that was the best $20 I have spent in a long time.

Which leads me to believe, why do I torture myself with trying to do it all?  Can I not admit that I am not a very good baker?  I THOUGHT I was in Texas.

Damn humidity.  But all that matters is that SJ enjoyed every last bite of it.