teenage wasteland

tomorrow my step-son, andy, turns 13. i threw a big bash for him sunday night. i learned that a truly impressive pasta dinner for 16 is really hard to pull off by yourself. i made a box of spaghetti and a box of fettucini, 3 jars of sauce with about 2 lbs. of hamburger and lots of herbs, sauteed onions and mushrooms, 2 bags of salad, and 4 large loaves of garlic cheese bread. i was hotter than a volcano, disheveled, and my kitchen was a wreck when i finally got to sit down and eat... about 30 minutes after everyone else was eating.:) i heard later that andy had commented, "why didn't we just have pizza?". well, your oh-so-clever step-mom was trying to make a tasty cheap dinner! yes, next time we will just have pizza!!!

i made two cakes. the vanilla cake with vanilla frosting i cut up and shaped into the number "13". i tinted my own icing. let me tell you, that was a very hard frosting job. the raw edges of a moist cake don't take icing very well. why didn't i just make cupcakes and shape them into a "13"? well, that's just the very same question i asked myself... as i pulled the fresh baked cake from the oven. too late.

side note: have you seen the way teenage boys are wearing their hair these days? more like it is wearing them. andy's hair is so long now that it is past "peter brady" and more like a bowl cut. no defined side burns, just all swooped forward. it also reminds me of how balding men sweep all of there hair in back forward. swoop swoop.