Ninjas Can Be Angels, Too

March 21, 2010

It was a good Sunday.

Despite my vow to lay in bed all day and give my weary arms a rest, I rose from my bed around 1pm and hobbled out into the world. I didn’t get too far before I realized I’d left my credit card at home and had to turn around. Clearly this was my weary card’s attempt at a day of rest. Also unsuccessful.

I met my sister at the grocery store to procure the items necessary for making angel food cake. Hopefully the sister of my beloved for whom this cake is a gift is not reading this entry. As the love of my life returns from tour tomorrow for an entire nine days (hoorah! hoorah!), we’ll be staying at his sister’s home in Boston. And what does his sister like in the department of baked goods? Angel food cake. A challenging project, I thought, and one worthy of my efforts on this lovely Sunday.

One tube pan, a set of egg beaters and (don’t tell!) box of Duncan Hines cake mix later, I forayed back to my apartment with grocery bags clanking at my wrists, eager to be released. It’s nice having egg beaters, they’re more efficient than a blender and it’s fun to watch them in action. I also made a fluffy little strawberry mousse to go atop the angel food cake, which should conveniently cover up some of the browner parts. My book du jour is “I Was Told There’d Be Cake,” a humorous collection of essays (New York Times bestseller!!), and I thought an appropriate selection for my day of culinary adventure.

I must say I’m surprised how many two-footed New Yorkers take cabs in such exquisite weather. I stood in line for a cab for about fifteen minutes today behind an able-bodied family of four apparently averse to walking or taking the subway. Well, perhaps they had had a bad experience. We were in the vicinity of West Fourth Street. Were that not the case, even I may have ducked underground rather than stand in the heat for a four-wheeled yellow savior.

My other foot is putting up a fight about the incessant hopping. I’ve put it on warning that further complaints will not be tolerated, but if it’s lucky it may get a massage from he who tells me angel food makes sense when I make it. Ah. I am beyond excited to see my tall and handsome leading man tomorrow. We have a Chinese food date scheduled for the afternoon and then a lengthy bus ride to the city which makes great donuts (Boston cream) and lousy baseball teams (just kidding!!).

I am off to contemplate giving my good foot a re-manicure. It’s not fair that it has to parade around in decay, and yet would not two incongruous feet look even more odd? LIke I said, off to contemplate.