Happy Birthday to Me

I am starting my celebration early and you are invited to attend my TBlog birthday bash.
All you need to do is "sign" my blog birthday post with a quick comment.

My birthday is Monday the 18th.
I really don't want anything because I don't want something I have to store or take care of!

I don't need things. I have enough. I don't need more.
(I could use blog comments though, that would be nice.)

However, instead of a cake, I think a box of Ring Dings (similar to Ding Dongs) will suffice. I will be happy with that. Chocolate Cream would be the best, if that can be found.
I have not had Ring Dings for years so this will be interesting. Will they taste the same? Will they bring back memories of my youth?

And maybe some Ben and Jerry's Triple Chocolate with brownies ice cream, or a mocha chocolate chip ice cream, or Fenway Fudge ice cream. (For the regular readers who have requested, I will publish an easy home made ice cream recipe on Sunday.)

So now I will reminisce of a birthday past. Years ago, my parents came to visit me (a two hour drive for them) with a yummy looking Black Forest Cake -- a larger concept of a Ring Ding -- chocolate cake, layered with whipped white frosting, drizzled chcolate, and cherries on top. It looked so pretty and delicious but when we tasted it, it was awful!! We laughed it was so very very bad. My Mom got it at a bakery on her way on over here. We just could not eat it. My Mom suggested I give it to the birds. They left laughing.

A great idea! My idea was to chop it up into little bird beak sized pieces so I decided to put it in my Cuisinart Food Processor and just chop it all at once. Well, the Cuisinart is a powerful tool and after dumping chunks of the cake into it, I turned it on for 5 seconds, and I seemed to have turned into a muddy thick paste instead of the crumbs I thought I would get. It was a mess and not something the birds would eat but bugs would love.

I ended up trashing it, scrapping the muck with a spatula, then putting it in a deli container and into the trash laughing the entire time. My Mom asked me about "the disposal" and I told her what happened, and she laughed so hard, she could hardly talk and continue the phone conversation. She hung up.

So now, a Black Forest Cherry Cake has new meaning for me and most likely the real reason I would prefer Ring Dings since they are wrapped individually to maintain guaranteed freshness, and come in a box.
No cherries but that is ok by me.

Well, the cake story is much better than dead skunk under my car story on another birthday. I will leave it at that.

Happy Birthday to me!

Comments welcomed, kind words are the greatest gift you can give anyone -- you get a Ring Ding and a tbuck. LOL

Hangar's 18 amusing two paragraph review of Ring Dings - "if you cannot afford drugs, then go for the Ring Dings".