5-29-10...MAD BANANA CAKE
Did you ever get out of bed mad? I mean rip roarin, teeth gnashing, skin tearin', jaw boxing mad! That was me this very morning. I have no idea why either. Don't remember a dream last night or anything yesterday that might have triggered this. But I was/am Mad. Not angry but mad.
I made my mind up that this was not going to ruin my day. I was going to go about my day as usual and try to be calm and serene. Well that was the first mistake. Get real Clydene, You aint ever calm and serene.
I don't know if I was just looking for something or not but I wouldn't have had to look very far. I discovered that someone I had known and loved and trusted with my very life had betrayed me. Usually I would have been deeply hurt over that but I already had a mad going so why switch in mid stream. Heck Might as well stay mad.
I could always work out a mad by doing something I love doing which is baking. I had some very ripe bananas in the kitchen so I decided a banana nut cake was in order. I do things in stages lately since I can't stand or walk for very long at a time so I started assembling my ingredients, pans, mixer and getting it all set out in order on the kitchen counter. As I was doing this Don came in the kitchen and asked me what I was doing. Irritated me that he would ask when he should be able to see what I was going to do. “I'm cooking”, was my short answer. He said “Well you need to use those banana's before they ruin first. No use in wasting stuff”. HUH?
What!? What did he say? How dare he accuse me of wasting. I was spluttering and almost foaming at the mouth by now and he must have caught on because he said, “Do what you want to do, don't matter to me”. That just added fuel to my fire but I did my best not to grab his skinny little neck and twist it backwards for him.
Don escaped the kitchen in a hurry and sat down in the Dining room right off the kitchen. I sat down in my chair in my room with a cup of coffee and a book because my legs were getting numb which they always do.
OK! I've had my rest and my nice cup of buggered nerves coffee so I'm ready to begin to get the cake mixed and baked. I'm going along great until I start to sit the mixer down to add more flour mixture. I did turn it off first but when I tried to set it down on the counter it started tipping over, I grabbed for it, dropped it again, snatched it up before it fell off the counter and accidentally turned the dang thing on. Oh My God, Good grief. Batter was flying everywhere as the mixer scooted and watusied across the counter top with me in close pursuit. Batter was covering my glasses and I couldn't see so I hollered (might have screeched) “DOOOONNN”. To which he replied, “Quiten down”. WHAT DID HE SAY? Hey Did he tell me to quiten down? Did he really say that when I'm needing help? HOW DARE HE, Why I'll take this bowl in there and pour it right over his head. I didn't do that. I got very calm, You know the calm before the storm. I finally got the mixer stopped and turned off. Got myself and the counter, microwave, toaster, bottom of cabinets, and the floor cleaned up all the time on a slow burn.
I hoped there was enough batter left for the cake. All there was left to put in was the mashed bananas which I proceeded to do. As I was folding the bananas in I was spluttering under my breath. “How dare he I'll show him. Tell ME to quiten down. I'll show him. I'll get that sucker back if it is the last thing I do. I can't believe he had the nerve to tell me to quiten down, Why the very idea.” On and on and on. Once he said, “What'd you say” and that set my mutterings off again.
I smell my cake baking as I write and I'm beginning to calm a bit. Just a tad bit but it will come. Should I let Don eat a piece of cake later? Don't know. Might Might not.
