Advent :: Day 20 / Crazy Lady Baking - WATCH OUT!
I love stollen almost as much as life itself.
God bless my sister-in-law's awesome boyfriend for sending me a loaf!
Something for you to check out: Pam has the most amazing tip for maximizing the productivity of your holiday baking time. Read about it at her incredible blog, Gingerbread+Snowflakes.
Something for you to make: Chocolate Bread Pudding with Cardamom Whipped Cream, via Design Sponge
Something for you to listen to: Nat King Cole "Mrs. Santa Claus"
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I missed yesterday's Advent post because it was a decidedly cruddy day yesterday, and I was feeling a bit Scrooge-ish! I messed up my right shoulder by slapping a co-worker. Yes, I wrote that. Slapping a co-worker. A 17-year old co-worker. Oh dear, I get embarrassed just thinking of it. Here's what happened:
I was minding my own business in the bakery when said 17-year old boy creeps up behind me and screams directly into my ear for the sole purpose of scaring the shit out of me.
Now a little background on me, before I described what happened next. I a) absolutely hate being pranked/scared. b) have serious ninja like reflexes.
I let out a huge scream, proceeded to turn and run after the kid, hauled my right arm back and smacked him square in the middle of his back with every ounce of my strength while screaming at top volume Don't you ever fucking do that to me ever again!!!. What a lady I am, huh? I have never hit anyone like that in my entire life! I was so scared and mad I saw red! Even worse this happened in front of actual people. Like, my manager.
I immediately thought to myself. Excellent, I'm going to get fired. But all my manager said was, "Well...he has to learn what peoples' limits are somehow. Guess he just found out yours!"
Oh how completely embarrassing. I hugged the poor kid, after I calmed down,- he thankfully has a good sense of humor. I felt so bad. My palm print was visible on his back. I felt my shoulder socket just crunch when I hit him, and now I'm nursing an incredible sore shoulder. Serves me right for being a bully. I'm not excited about going to work tomorrow, because it's my dominant arm and I'm quite sure how I'm going to get through the day to be honest! Oh well.
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I baked a nutmeg maple cream pie this morning to bring to my Uncle Bob's annual Christmas party this afternoon. The party was really a hoot, and my family seems to have quadrupled in the past few years since I've last attended. I was laughing watching the little ones all run in and out of the basement for the duration of the whole thing. My cousins and I did the same thing when we were small. Grownups were so boring! As the kids trampled up and down the stairs, I was filled with nostalgia for Christmases gone by. In those days we played epic games of hide and go seek, karaoke singing contests, etc. Later in our teens, when we were too cool for all of that, we had fierce ping pong competitions. That basement was our universe and now it belongs to a second generation of cousins. Amazing how life is cyclical like that!
I'm so tuckered right now - I'll post more about the party, with pictures, tomorrow :)
God bless my sister-in-law's awesome boyfriend for sending me a loaf!
Something for you to check out: Pam has the most amazing tip for maximizing the productivity of your holiday baking time. Read about it at her incredible blog, Gingerbread+Snowflakes.
Something for you to make: Chocolate Bread Pudding with Cardamom Whipped Cream, via Design Sponge
Something for you to listen to: Nat King Cole "Mrs. Santa Claus"
:::
I missed yesterday's Advent post because it was a decidedly cruddy day yesterday, and I was feeling a bit Scrooge-ish! I messed up my right shoulder by slapping a co-worker. Yes, I wrote that. Slapping a co-worker. A 17-year old co-worker. Oh dear, I get embarrassed just thinking of it. Here's what happened:
I was minding my own business in the bakery when said 17-year old boy creeps up behind me and screams directly into my ear for the sole purpose of scaring the shit out of me.
Now a little background on me, before I described what happened next. I a) absolutely hate being pranked/scared. b) have serious ninja like reflexes.
I let out a huge scream, proceeded to turn and run after the kid, hauled my right arm back and smacked him square in the middle of his back with every ounce of my strength while screaming at top volume Don't you ever fucking do that to me ever again!!!. What a lady I am, huh? I have never hit anyone like that in my entire life! I was so scared and mad I saw red! Even worse this happened in front of actual people. Like, my manager.
I immediately thought to myself. Excellent, I'm going to get fired. But all my manager said was, "Well...he has to learn what peoples' limits are somehow. Guess he just found out yours!"
Oh how completely embarrassing. I hugged the poor kid, after I calmed down,- he thankfully has a good sense of humor. I felt so bad. My palm print was visible on his back. I felt my shoulder socket just crunch when I hit him, and now I'm nursing an incredible sore shoulder. Serves me right for being a bully. I'm not excited about going to work tomorrow, because it's my dominant arm and I'm quite sure how I'm going to get through the day to be honest! Oh well.
:::
I baked a nutmeg maple cream pie this morning to bring to my Uncle Bob's annual Christmas party this afternoon. The party was really a hoot, and my family seems to have quadrupled in the past few years since I've last attended. I was laughing watching the little ones all run in and out of the basement for the duration of the whole thing. My cousins and I did the same thing when we were small. Grownups were so boring! As the kids trampled up and down the stairs, I was filled with nostalgia for Christmases gone by. In those days we played epic games of hide and go seek, karaoke singing contests, etc. Later in our teens, when we were too cool for all of that, we had fierce ping pong competitions. That basement was our universe and now it belongs to a second generation of cousins. Amazing how life is cyclical like that!
I'm so tuckered right now - I'll post more about the party, with pictures, tomorrow :)
posted by Geek+Nerd at 11:16 PM
4 Comments:
What an awesome manager you have! I would have wanted to do the same thing, but lack sufficient ninja-like reflexes to actually get a smack in. Hope your arm feels better! =) Nutmeg maple cream pie? That sounds awesome!
Oh! AT the slightest scare I go fetal and have hated that about myself for years. Our daughter on the other hand turns into 'Billy Blanks' and round house kicks the crap out of ANY one who scares her -as you, out of instinct.
Poor kid, but what goes around comes around.
Sorry about your shoulder, maybe placing a nice warm loaf of stolen on it would help???
Completely justified reaction. Really. Hope that you are on the mend. I need to get baking. Cookies and the yummy like.
hehehehe, that's awesome! I'd love to slap a teenager so hard it left a handprint! You're cool! :)
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