Ambrosia.

This year we had the 16 YR old make the Ambrosia ( made with real whipping cream, chopped fruit and mini marshmallows, pictured here) for New Year's and it was her first time doing it and I was really impressed how well the cream turned out; she whipped it to exactly the perfect consistancy; not too runny and not so thick it turned to butter and I was really impressed as it's a fine art that takes years of practice to perfect like my mother and I have got down pat after decades of practice using the electric beaters. It takes a good 10 minutes of so of beating and we can tell when it's whipped exactly the right way by looking and feeling; once it makes "peaks" but it has to be precise or else it collapses with too much air if you don't do it long enough and it gets all runny but if you do it too long it turns to butter but she got it perfect on her first try which is unheard of.

Then she told me her secret. She used the Kitchen Aid mixer which apparantly has a setting on it to whip real cream and it does it automatically to just the right consistancy. Aww, shit. I wish she hadn't told me that. So disappointing. All this time I thought she had a natural "gift" andhad no idea the mixer did it for her. I guess now that is a dying art now too, like Cursive writing. It was funny too her relaying the story of my mother asking her at first if she knew how to use the electric mixer, the beaters, the Mixmaster ( forgetting we now have the newer Kitchen Aid mixer) only she kept referring to it as McMaster (which is actually a university) and the poor 16 YR old had no idea what she was talking about and my mother kept getting really mad at her and yelling at her thinking she was playing dumb and just giving her a hard time pretending not to know what she was talking about and she was like, What are you talking about? McMaster is a university!

I also asked one of the kids if they could smell my lavender candle and he said no, if must be a quiet smell. Quiet smell. I love that. I don't know how a smell can be quiet when quiet refers to sound, or rather, lack of sound, but it sounded cute. I know he meant a faint smell but it was cute. My mother also always has her walker in the way so that people always trip over it, or it's blocking a doorway and when I mentioned it she snapped, Hopefully soon I'll be gone and you'll have to find something else to complain  about! and tomorrow is my birthday as well and I doubt they even ordered me a cake at the bakery and it would be kind of "cool" if I died today too, just one day before and for the past 3 days I've had this bad heacache too that I wake up with as well as a stiff sore neck, cough, and pain in my upper back in-between my shoulder blades which is new as usually my back pain is in the lower back and nothing worked to get rid of it except for weed so once my hubby went out I smoked a bowl but he came back early and "caught" me so the weed got rid of one headache but he created another.

I also noticed Buddy has swelling on one side of his snoot but it later went away so maybe something bit him, or it's an infected tooth or he hit it on the table or something jumping off the couch, and I was disappointed as well to see the Pope slapping a woman's hand when she grasped at him in a crowd as well; he should have shook her hand instead and not slapped her and he has this really mean, nasty look on his face too, like revealing that deep down inside he's a nasty old man, as if he let the "mask" slip, and that's not what Jesus would do and I was disillusioned. No one is who they appear to be. Everything is just maya, an illusion.