Thursday, October 16, 2008

A brand new scale…

Chris is still working his day job and has worked for a few friends on the weekends and I’m getting some money from Big Box Store and my ‘modeling’ gig. We’re still able to clear our bills but money for non necessities like… food… is still tough to come by.

I bought a half dozen eggs for a few dinner recipes – ramen and rice inspired of course – and tried to save a few precious eggs for a little life luxury… chocolate cake.

I excitedly pulled down the dusty box of cake mix, ripped open the bag, and reviewed the recipe.

Oil - ½ cup. Check.

Water - 1 cup. Check.

Eggs - three. Che…

I opened the egg carton to discover only two eggs left. Someone had eaten my eggs. Based on my crummy week, I nearly folded into tears.

I stared at the mix in the bowl and decided…

Hold on. Before I tell you my decision, let me explain. I believe there is a scale.

Not Ghetto ----------------------------------------------------------------Ghetto


I have NEVER been on the ghetto side but…

Now I’m camping there.


I decided to take out a third of the cake mix, a third of the water, a third of the oil, plop in the two eggs…

And eat the remaining dry cake mix with a spoon while my ghetto cake was cooking.



The cake was ghetto fabulous by the way.

5 comments:

Nicole said...

Way to improvise! I think only those who have taken culinary courses could have been so crafty:)~

Btrony said...

so you're saving me a piece for when i come over saturday right?? :)

Lizzie M. said...

Well I've got ghetto daycare covered and after Nicole's rat today, she's way ghetto......so it just runs in the family.

Chris said...

I can't believe someone eat three of your eggs! I will get to the bottom of this egg snatcher.

Vanessa said...

Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures! Way to think on your feet. I'm just getting caught up, but want to wish you the best job hunting luck possible. You are hanging in there like a champ. HUGS