Sorry for the lame joke, but I always think of it when I'm freezing or thawing ginger - and it cracks me up (which certainly says something about me . . . but what?). And this brings me to our topic, which is actually a two-parter.
Here's a little song (to the tune of the Gilligan's Island Theme) that serves a hint for tomorrow's post. You really need to sing along . . .Just come right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful bake,
That started from this southern town,
When I thought, "cake I'll make."
The chef was a mighty baking girl,
Ingredients at hand,
Her Kitchen Aid was standing by,
With greased and floured pan.
A tale of a fateful bake,
That started from this southern town,
When I thought, "cake I'll make."
The chef was a mighty baking girl,
Ingredients at hand,
Her Kitchen Aid was standing by,
With greased and floured pan.
The batter started rising high,
The oven it was hot,
If not for the courage of the fearless cook,
The cake it would be not, the cake it would be not.
The cook saw smoke through the door of this uncharted oven aisle,
With Ginger Root, the Butter, too, the Broken Egg and his Wife,
The Cake Flour, the Molasses and Lemon Zest,
Here on the kitchen isle!
The oven it was hot,
If not for the courage of the fearless cook,
The cake it would be not, the cake it would be not.
The cook saw smoke through the door of this uncharted oven aisle,
With Ginger Root, the Butter, too, the Broken Egg and his Wife,
The Cake Flour, the Molasses and Lemon Zest,
Here on the kitchen isle!
So join us here Mon-day my friend,
You're sure to get a smile,
From ginger cake that went astray,
Here on my kitchen isle!
You're sure to get a smile,
From ginger cake that went astray,
Here on my kitchen isle!
Tune in tomorrow to see how this:
And this:
Ended up like this . . . (and, no, unfortunately I did not have the cookie sheet under the cake pan in the beginning!).
Happy Baking and see you tomorrow!
Did you request free-association comments on this post? No, but I just couldn't help myself. At least I limited myself to two!
ReplyDelete1. Most of Emily Dickinson's poems can be sung to the tune of the Gilligan's Island theme.
2. Recently, a flight from Portland, OR to Maui turned around mid-way because a passenger had handed a note to the flight attendant, which was perceived as threatening. In the note, he talked about Gilligan's Island. Here's a short quote:
"Strange ... and what if the plane ripped apart in mid-flight and we plumited (sic) to earth, landed on Gilligan's Island and then lived through it, and the only woman there was Mrs. Thurston Howell III? No Mary Anne (my favorite) no Ginger, just Lovey! If it were just her, I think I'd opt for the sharks, maybe the headhunters."
Personally, I think the guy (a scruffy drug-abusing petty criminal) had a lot of nerve suggesting he was too good for Mrs. Howell.
I'll stop now.
First of all, thank you for stopping by my blog!
ReplyDeleteSecondly, I LOVE, LOVE LOVE your song! Of course, Gilligan's Island was part of my era, so there are many memories associated with it. :)
Third, Christine's story, right above me, about the druggie and the note is hilarious! And I agree with her, why would he think that he is too good for Lovey? She's cute!
You have both brightened my day!
Thanks to both of you for stopping by. I hadn't heard about the Gilligan's Island-related plane incident. How true that the guy has a lot of nerve thinking he's too good for Lovey! While looking for a cast photo I read lots of trivia (and I wonder why it takes so long to write my blog some days!) - one tidbit was that Natalie Schafer (Mrs. Howell) agreed to join the cast on the condition that there were no close-ups. She concealed her age from friends and (ex-)husband and it was revealed only after her death.
ReplyDeleteAnd Christine - my husband says "gee, thanks" for telling me about another song to which ED's poems may be sung. Until now I only knew The Yellow Rose of Texas, but I can broaden my repertoire . . .