I'm beginning to feel better, I can get around pretty well, and have even started cooking again ... much to Philipp's great joy. (He is still the master of dishes, however.)
Yesterday, I made two carrot cakes. We were invited to dinner at the home of some friends, and I'd offered months ago to bring a mysterious American cake. (We always make people try to guess the secret ingredients ... and the general verdict is that only Americans would put vegetables in their cakes and cheese in the frosting! ... but they generally ask for seconds ... and the recipe!)
After lunch, I lay down for a little nap, knowing that I would be up much later than usual last night. As Philipp washed the dishes, he had to overcome temptation ... two cakes sitting on the counter! ... moist and still warm from the oven ... calling his name ...
As I listened to Philipp's monologue about his friend the cake, who wanted to go in his belly, etc., I tried not to laugh too much. (that still hurts) And above all, I thought about this classic scene from The Cosby Show:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fZ74s1kd64
Philipp ... you've been warned: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! ;)
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