Re: Ladyfinger, okay ... Fingercake, I don't think so!

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Lucille, I am sorry that you hurt your fingers ... but this is one of the

funniest stories I have read. thanks for sharing.

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I was so good on turkey day...except for the 5 small bites of pumpkin pie I

had . I've been gassy and hurting the entire night and today. On the

plus side I'm not constipated HAHA. I knew this in my mind it was a no no

with how it was made. Just a reminder I guess that I'm not invincible.

Sherra

Ladyfinger, okay ... Fingercake, I don't think so!

> Thanksgiving Day we were spending at my brother's house, and my brother

had

> asked me to bring the pumpkin pie, so I went to the Splenda website and

found a

> couple of PP recipes. They looked simple enough, especially when you

> consider I intended to use a ready-made pie shell. So far so good.

While I'm

> at the website, I notice there is a recipe for some kind of white layer

cake

> (called a Spring cake or something like that), and being the cake-fiend

that I

> am, I decided to make this cake. Oh visions of feasting almost

guiltlessly on

> a sugar free frosted layer cake, one which had NONE of the dreaded sugar

> alcohols, had me nearly swooning in anticipation. " Okay " I said

over-confidently

> to myself, " it's a cake, how the frig hard could it be to make "

(confession:

> I don't use the word " frig " when I talk to myself, please substitute

> whatever alternate " f " word you think might apply in this instance.)

>

> Now to demonstrate just how seriously I was about my venture into baking,

I

> went out and got a couple of forms of those new type of rubbery

(silicone??)

> looking cake forms, which were rather expensive. BUT I wanted ONLY the

best

> for my cake! Then I planned tactically how I was going to accomplish

> churning out both pies & cake, because I KNEW that by having cake within a

> readily-available 10 mile radius to my greedy cake-starved grasp

presented grave

> dangers to my waistline & sanity, and therefore determined that I must

make the

> cake on Thursday morning when the realities of time presented a situation

with

> the least threat that I would succumb to the cake's evil way & potent

magic and

> scarf it down in a stupor. Now pumpkin pie I can resist handily, so I

made

> two pies on Wednesday and sneered at them as I placed them in the frig.

> " AHA, " I said to the pies, " You present NO threat to my magnificence!

FIE FIE

> FOOLS! " (Yes I sometimes talk to food.) And overnight the pies rested

in

> my frig totally unmolested. Thrusday morning bright and early and

salivating

> slightly, I started on the cake, with a heart bursting with hope.

>

> Sifted together the dry ingredients as per instructions, then began to

> incorporate the softened butter which I had chunked up, also per

instructions. So

> there I was with my beater churning, flour stuff being sprayed in a mist

> around me, as I tried to feed manually the butter chunks into the beater

heads,

> cause I guess I hadn't softened the stuff quite sufficiently. So I'm

gently

> pushing the butter chunks into the heads, moving around the beater, trying

> desperate to get everything " incorporated " , when suddenly some of the most

> excruciating pain I had ever experienced wrenched a scream from my

wetly-licked lips.

> I had, somehow, managed to jam 2 of the fingers on my left hand IN the

> beater heads. Shut off the beater as fast as I could and plunged my

throbbing

> hand under cold water and cursed the cakegods for their cruelty. Well

> after icing my hand for about 20 minutes I managed to complete the

" incorporation "

> but when it came to pouring the batter into the cake forms, I suspected I

> hadn't quite created a successful cake batter judging by it's consistency.

> Still, not having learned better despite all evidence to the contrary, I

continued

> to hope.

>

> Shortening this story up so it doesn't literally take on the form of a

greek

> tragedy, when it came time later to unmold the layers, which incidentally

> STUCK to my brand new rubbery cakeform thingies which guaranteed things

wouldn't

> stick to it!!!, the cake was undeniably " heavy " and when it cracked

through my

> efforts to extricate it from the rubber-traps, I could see it had " holes "

> throughout it's cake-guts.

>

> Disgustedly, with my injured hand still throbbing somewhat, I threw both

> layers into the garbage.

>

> Now what the hell does this saga have to do with Obesity Support etc.?

> Listen up Fay this part is meant specifically for you: sometime later

on

> yesterday, when I came home (obviously) from my brother, and when my

husband had

> retired, I took myself downstairs to my kitchen and scooped out some of

this

> cake from the garbage and proceeded to gorge on it. It had a

particularly

> floury and heavy consistency, so I knew somewhere in the rational part of

my mind

> it was going to wad up in my pouch and take on the weight of lead.

Didn't

> stop me, kept scooping out of the garbage and gorging it down. Had to

> facilitate this with milk of course, thereby making a nice leaden paste in

my pouch.

> Had to throw up painfully once, which cleared the decks for gorge number

2,

> after which I was forced to vomit yet again. By this time I was feeling

> miserable enough to stop. My physical misery didn't last long, but my

> emotional misery over this ugly incident continues to nag at me.

>

> Thinking about this all day, beating myself up over it, I have come to

> resolve that tomorrow I will try to do better. Honestly it doesn't hurt

either

> that my husband took the garbage out this morning so whatever cake was

still in

> there is no longer singing my name.

>

> The moral of the story is when you get your fingers painfully jammed

whilst

> in the process of trying to make a cake, someone somewhere is trying to

send

> you a message!

>

> By the way the pies were delicious!

>

> Lucille

>

>

>

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Yes Lucille, you definitely described addictions. Though it was hysterically

funny, I am in tears as well. Thanks for sharing.

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