Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Scandahoovian Wookies - The Road Warrior Returns
I have returned, none the worse for wear but for a sore knee and a little sunburn on my nose and shoulders. The flight was good. I didn't get seated next to someone who wanted to chat away like a cockatoo with a crack pipe, nor hit on me. I've found that a few forensic reports in hand and a chipper "do you know, you really can't hide a body by encasing it in cement, because anaerobic bacterial hydrolysis of fat in the surface tissue can create a nonbinding surface that can form a small void around the body among other things. . ." deters conversation with young men wearing those baggy pants that look like they were made for a Kodiak bear as well as guys in business class.
On landing I called EJ, who'd offered a ride.
Me: "I'm back!"
E.J. - "I know, I've been following you on Flight Stalker"
It's nice when the pieces of a plan fall into place. First, a dash to luggage claim to pick up my roller bag which started out half empty and now is full of cans of smoked Chinook Salmon for some of the IND blog gang who love that (why are cats following me?) and my ride was soon here.
But before I got my truck loaded up and headed home, a little surprise. I've a birthday coming up later in the next week and he made me a cake to take home with me, lest the bat phone rings and I don't get my birthday off, free to celebrate. I'd been queried a while ago as to what birthday cake I liked and I said Mom always made yellow with chocolate icing (and Midwest Chick makes me this awesome dark chocolate pie, not that that's a hint or anything :-)
He had no cake pans so he used Pyrex dishes which made for a cake that was quite tall but lacking a bit in circumference.
But it was made from scratch, with real butter and lots of vanilla and farm fresh eggs in the batter. Oh boy! As busy as summers were as a kid, Mom always got a boxed cake mix and then added her own frosting.
"I didn't have room on the top for all of the candles", he said grinning.
I tried not to laugh (note to self - next year he gets 3 candles, one for each decade plus that live grenade for that extra year).
"So I got this instead".
I do believe, folks, that's a plumbers candle.
But oh, the cake was good, buttery and rich, with a tender crumb. The frosting was homemade butter cream infused with dark cocoa, spread with a clean, shiny putty knife. All but a couple slices went into Tupperware to take home.
Yes, home, as I had Sir Barkley to rescue. I'd heard that he was up to mischief. During the day he goes to Doggie Day Camp, which he LOVES. Frustrated by the lack of rain to splash around in, and the grass being more crunchy than roll-worthy, he stole the water bucket and ran around with it spilling water everywhere and I grinned when they gave me the snapshot.
Way to go Barkley.
I brought him home, with a wave to the folks who care for him so well when I travel and Aunt Tam can't stay. Plus he got a new Pink Panther Scarf from the groomer that gave him a bath after Doggie Camp..
He was happy to be back home with Mom.
But more than happy to lose the scarf.
See Barkley, I brought you a gift too!
Posted by Brigid at 8:17 PM