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The Cake Was Sizzlng
Jun. 8th, 2008 06:02 pmWe had Tom's 7th birthday party at the National Capitol Trolley Museum.
Outdoors.
Those of you who were anywhere in the state of Maryland today should know what a tremendously bad idea that was. But we had already reserved a trolley for an exclusive birthday party run, so we went ahead with it. Tracy's mom, aunt and their friend chose comfort over the better part of valor and stayed in the museum most of the time. Tom was cranky from the heat and unfamiliar excitement. Tracy and I were cranky from dealing with him and me especially for trying to cook burgers and hot dogs on a tiny hibachi in that heat (and to top it off I'd forgotten the the ketchup and mustard).
Dessert was birthday cake and neapolitan ice cream. The ice cream, even after spending all its time in the cooler, was more like ice cream soup. The cake, which was a store bought chocolate cake, not an ice cream cake, melted. Literally. But it was mostly intact, so we put the leftovers in the car after went home after a quick side trip to my mom's house to see her briefly and give Tom a cold bath to cool hiim down.
The best part though? When we got home and got the food inside, Tracy walked over to the cake, put her ear to it, and said, "It's sizzling."
I put my ear to it.
It was sizzling. Some sort of reaction in the icing to the awful heat, so it was sizzling.
Next year, I don't care how much it costs, Tom's party is going to be indoors.
Outdoors.
Those of you who were anywhere in the state of Maryland today should know what a tremendously bad idea that was. But we had already reserved a trolley for an exclusive birthday party run, so we went ahead with it. Tracy's mom, aunt and their friend chose comfort over the better part of valor and stayed in the museum most of the time. Tom was cranky from the heat and unfamiliar excitement. Tracy and I were cranky from dealing with him and me especially for trying to cook burgers and hot dogs on a tiny hibachi in that heat (and to top it off I'd forgotten the the ketchup and mustard).
Dessert was birthday cake and neapolitan ice cream. The ice cream, even after spending all its time in the cooler, was more like ice cream soup. The cake, which was a store bought chocolate cake, not an ice cream cake, melted. Literally. But it was mostly intact, so we put the leftovers in the car after went home after a quick side trip to my mom's house to see her briefly and give Tom a cold bath to cool hiim down.
The best part though? When we got home and got the food inside, Tracy walked over to the cake, put her ear to it, and said, "It's sizzling."
I put my ear to it.
It was sizzling. Some sort of reaction in the icing to the awful heat, so it was sizzling.
Next year, I don't care how much it costs, Tom's party is going to be indoors.
