Better Than Sex Cake

So last weekend I had the family come up to visit for the weekend. After some late nights of cleaning or avoiding cleaning, it came down to Thursday night. Time for the last big clean and to make a cake. A new cake, a Better Than Sex Cake.

 

My brother's birthday had been a week or so before the gathering so we wanted to make sure there was cake to celebrate. So when asked what kind of cake, he said a good one. That being ever so helpful, I asked his wife. She said a Carrot Cake or a Better Than Sex  Cake.

 

I made him a Carrot Cake 2 years ago. I have never made a Better Than Sex Cake, so that is the cake I went with. 

 

I searched the internet, on my phone, and found a few recipes that sounds good and they all had the same basic things. Devil Food Cake, Carmel Sauce, Condensed Milk, Cool Whip, Health Bar topping stuff. Alright, I can and will do this! It was super exciting because I've sen the cake before but never made it OR tried it. 

 

So I go to my favorite Kroger to find the ingredients that I am missing, which is everything but the whip cream. So I head down the cake isle. I find me box of cake and wander towards where the ice cream toppings are. 

 

Okay, so the recipe I was using, which I didn't think would be a problem at the time, just said one can Sweetened Condensed Milk, one boxed Devil Foods Cake, one Bottle Caramel Sauce, and 8oz of Whip Cream.

 

As you can see by the picture, I did not get a bottle of caramel sauce, I went with a jar. Do you know why I went with the jar? I'll ask another question first. Do you know how many different size containers of caramel sauce they have a Kroger's? I could find as small as 10oz and as big as 20oz. They were all different prices, all different sizes, all way too complicated for me. I couldn't make a decisions that day and was afraid of having too much or too little of the stuff, so I compromised. I went with size in between all the sizes. This jar was 17oz I believe.

The same thing almost happened for the sweet condensed milk. They have TWO different size cans. A small one and a big one. I went with the small one.

Seriously? Why was this getting so hard. Also, why did I not think to look up the recipe on my phone again for answers to my size question?

 

Finding of the Health Bar pieces was a lot easier. I just had to look both high and low to find it, but once I did, it only came in one size so I was good to go.

 

I get home that night and start to bake the cake. I get it baked and the house clean but it has to be cool before I start to add these things too it. So I go to bed, and get up earlyish so I can finish this cake.

 

Step 1. Poke holes in the cake. I did it with a wooden spoon. If you want to feel silly, start poking a cake with a wooden spoon.

Step 2. Combined caramel and sweetened condensed milk. This step sounds easier than done only because the caramel was not moving. It was glooping out. I was kind of worried that when it tried to add it to the cake it would be destroyed. However, once the condensed milk was added it became a smooth less gloopy mix that soon settled in the holes.

 

Step 3. Add layer of whip cream.

 

Step 4. Add Heath Bar pieces.

 

Step 5. refrigerator until enjoyment.

 

This was a fantastically rich cake. Everyone loved it, it was super sweet and rich so only a small piece was needed. I would defiantly do this cake again, just this time, maybe read the directions a little better and find a recipe with cups or ounces for less stress.

 

Sleep

Ever have one of those days where all your plans for after work have changed so much by the time you get home, you're not sure if you care anymore?

I did, just the other day. I had planned on a run but it was raining. I was thinking about going to a gym class instead but work held me over and I wasn't going to make the class. I was tired, probably hungry, I had a house to clean, food to shop for and things to get organized.

The cold rain all day wore through my bones even though I was inside. So, I told myself, I'd go home, take a short nap, then do the whole snack thing, gym thing, food thing, and go back to bed.

By the time I walked into the door I was okay with just the gym thing.

Then it was just going to just do the grocery shopping.

Then it was just the cleaning thing.

Then I was just go to bed take a nap and figure it out form there.

I did sleep, I went to bed so fast I only changed out of my work pants into sweat pants.

After I hit the alarm for about 30 minutes I woke up and decided I should probably take the rest of my work clothes off including my badge.

Still super sleepy, I went through the list again. Gym or grocery shopping or cleaning or just some of one?

Nope, it all failed. I went to my car, brought in my gym clothes in case I was productive in the morning, brushed my teeth, put the rest of the pajamas on, and then went back to bed.

There was about a 20 minute answering of text message, and burrowing back deep down into the covers, blankets, pillows, and a few stuffed friends, but beyond that, I was out like a light.

One random wake up at 1:30am in the mooring, following by rolling over and going back to sleep.

I did not get anything I had hoped to do. Nope. No cleaner house, no healthier body, no fuller fridge, but for the first time in a while the next day I felt like a functioning person and the bags under my eyes are carry on size and not check bag size.

Have you ever had days like this? If so tell me about it in the comment section below!

It's a Jeep Thing

So this beautiful beast is my brother's Jeep. A few weeks ago I had the pleasure, no the privlage to drive it. I was at home visiting the family and had driven down with my sister to go run a race with my mom. Nothing but a fun race weekend, see some people, hang out and get caught up with everyone.

The last few times I had been home I had been unable to visit a friend and her family. So this time I made sure that after I was done racing and sweating I took a nice shower, and was presentable,  I would go hang out with them and have some dinner.

 

My sister needed her car and the other cars were out or blocked in. My brother had nothing to do and said I could use his car.

 

As you can tell, like me, he also has an older car. His is also a make from 1989. However, his has this torn up bad ass quality to it that you cannot find anywhere else but in a Jeep.

 

I had to climb into the Jeep because I'm short and this was tall. I went to grab the handle strap on the door but it was broken.

 

I sit in the seat, and start to laugh. My legs are clearly shorter than my brother's so I need to move the seat up so I can work the clutch. His car has something Eleanor does not have, cup holders. However, his cup holder is a wooden block thing that is wedged between the seats, which at this current junction is causing me a lot of grief. I HAVE to move the seat up and it wasn't letting me. After some giggling and cussing, I am seat belated in, I can reach the petals, and am ready to go.

 

Now, I start up the engine and it roars to life. Not a little noise but a whole lot. The break light is on. After struggling for a few minutes to pull a handle that does not seem like it is going anywhere I call my brother and ask him if it is suppose to be on. He says yes. His break light is like Eleanor' check engine light. They just tend to be on, I can deal with that.

 

His parting words before I head out were don't keep you mouth shut while going over train tracks. Also if the passenger door swings open, well it does that don't worry about it. And if you want to get out of the driver side door you have to fist open the window and open it from the outside. But the radio is fantastic and has a sub-wuffer sitting where his bench sometimes is put in.

 

With no stalling out and a lot of butterflies, I leave to head down the road to my friends.

 

With the rev of the engine and rattle of everything inside the jeep, this is an awesome ride. It is as simple and bare as a mode of transportation can get. Eleanor with her plush seats, and plastic trim, and carpeted floors, has nothing compared to this bare bones Jeep. Radio, car mostly together, engine that runs, paint all the same color.

 

Side tangent, the color was not always the same color, this was more of a resent development. My brother use to draw on it with a metal marker and you too could draw on it. I added Door on the diver side door and HI to the bumper. I am a cleaver puppy. But apparently Jeeps like that don't impress the ladies so he changed it. I told him he is trying to impress the wrong ladies. Anyone who wont get into an awesome Jeep like that should be avoided.

 

The first stop light I come to is a slight hill, and of course the car behind me gets really close. This was not a worrying factor only because I know in this Jeep I will win the fight. Slowly I move forward off the line and make it to my next turn. 

 

Every gear change is felt and heard. Every bump and pot hole make the Jeep rattle. Eleanor has a gap in her door where the wind is constantly howling just at your ear while driving. In this Jeep, the whole thing is leaking air and it is just a constant noise in you head. It is soft enough to not have the radio all the way up, but loud enough everyone needs to yell for a conversation.

 

As I go down the familiarly path to my friends, I realize their are train tacks I must cross. Now, I know they are much better from when I was a in high school, but I was nervous. I slowed down all the way to second gear, then pushed in the clutch just to make sure and rocked and rolled across the tracks. Everything shook, everything rattled, even my teeth, though not together. As the last tire crossed the tracks I slowly went back into gear.

 

By the time I got to my friends house my smile was from ear to ear. I could not help but laughing. Until I tried to get out. I tried the handel, then tried it again and the door wouldn't budge. Then the light bubl went off. I rolled down the window and opened it form the outside. Follwoing a slow slide down the car to reach the pavement I was there.

 

This was some of the most fun driving I have done in a long time. It took concentration, it took control, I made me listen to the car in more than one way. This bare bones Jeep, made me want a Jeep, not just any Jeep, but this Jeep. I have dibs on it already, my brother just doesn't know. Go have yourself some fun and go take a ride in a Jeep, you'll be glad you did.