Just realized why last week’s bundt cake test-run turned out a bit on the burned side.
Turns out I was supposed to set the oven to 350 degrees, not 450 degrees.
I think I’m finally starting to learn the importance of a thorough recipe read-through before baking.
Apparently, changing your last name from “Holden” to “Soltys” means more than learning to write a different grouping of letters on my checks. It also means I go from bringing “snacks, dips and chips” to the annual church picnic (those with last names starting with A through H) to bringing a dessert (those with last names starting with Q through Z).
I’m excited to get married and all, but it’s a bummer that people now expect me to bake something to bring to the party.
Back home for a wedding last weekend and going through his boxes of old junk, Mike found his rather sizable (nearly 100 in all) key chain collection. Not having a use for them any longer, he put them up on eBay.
After only one day, he’s already made $40! Looks like we’re going to be able to spring for that extra-fancy flatware for our wedding after all!
On a scaled of one to 10, how appropriate would it be for me to talk down the aisle to Billy Idol’s “White Wedding”?