CRAZY BUSY

When referring to something that is surprisingly wonderful or over-the-top great, my son will say, “crazy, right?!” It seems that’s the new word for all good things or occasions. Well our summer has been crazy, or crazy busy!

That’s my introduction to tell you that this will be a quick blog. In June we had our annual beach vacation with our 3 adult children, their spouses and two grandsons. Somehow, we lost the rest of June when we came back home.

Here’s how:

Lots of extended family have been dropping in….and staying!

I dropped OUT by spending three days and two nights at a friend’s house sewing non-stop to make drapes for Swaziland (44 panels, lined!).

AND, our daughter and son-in-law, who live nearby got a PUPPY! A 6 week old laborator. We get to babysit often.

My daughter summed this endeavor up aptly, “I don’t get anything done because when she’s awake she’s all over me and when she’s asleep I sit and look at her because she’s SO CUTE!” Sounds like a new mother, right? Crazy, right? All good things, but June was eaten up.

Before, I end, I do have one little cute story to introduce this month’s recipe. Hopefully I haven’t already given you the recipe for pound cake that I have cobbled together from several recipes.

THE STORY:

It was a last minute thought, as I was finishing lots of cooking for our family vacation, I threw together a pound cake, just in case anyone wanted some. Well that ANYONE was my 4 year old grandson, Wilder. He LOOOOOVED it and it became Becca Cake. This was the motivating carrot for the trip…”want some Becca Cake? Eat your dinner, etc.” By the end of the trip, of course, it was gone.

Wilder and family came back to Atlanta with us for a few days and I promised him I would make another Becca Cake. I wish you could have seen him one night, sitting at the counter, eating Becca Cake. He had put so much in his mouth that he couldn’t chew; a puzzled look was on his little face as he was attempting to move the cake around in his mouth; I was afraid he would choke! But he got it down.

Next day I took older brother Dean to the Atlanta Aquarium; Wilder was left behind with Aunt Andie. Dean got to PET A PENGUIN! Crazy, huh?!

Back home, Andie was watching TV in the den when Wilder came sauntering through the room, carrying in his little hand and casually munching a piece of Becca Cake that was at least six inches wide, the size of about 5 pieces of cake.

When questioned about how he got it and who approved it, he proudly announced, “I cut it myself!” One can only imagine how all this happened and probably the sense of exhilaration he felt at having circumvented all the approvals he usually needed to get in order to have some Becca Cake. Unfortunately for Wilder, his hopes spiraled downward as Aunt Andie made an adjustment to his cake-cutting!! Wilder thinks Becca Cake is crazy good!

BECCA POUND CAKE

3 sticks butter, 6 oz cream cheese and 3 cups sugar: cream together