While my blog is not about my family, this event called for an entry. My Girl Scout, DoWanne (from all the times as a toddler where she said,"Don't want to." in baby talk, and pronounced Doe- Wannee) invaded my kitchen for the past two days. For a frame of reference, my countertops are beige. At one point I had to scrub black food coloring (which stains the counter hot pink, by the way) off with stove-top scrub.
I paid child number one to take this wayward little boy to the park after this moment of cake envy.
Listenin skill: when mom says,"start the mixer on low until all the powdered sugar and water are combined, then turn to high." please listen.
the other side of my mixer is orange. You cannot see the powdered sugar all over the red wall. All over.
The finished project. May I point out the bags covered in icing in the background and the display boards under the cake? Icing in the corrugated holes of the "clean" boards, too.
To be fair, while her dad and I both cleaned up the kitchen (it took both of us), the next day, after I had cooked a few things, I put her in charge of cleaning up. Here are the results:
This is how it looks when 3 dishes are cooking on a normal day. :)
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