As of today, I am now on my third 3-hole puncher.
And for the record, when I first typed the above sentence, I didn't notice that I accidenatally wrote "3-hoe punch".
How was your weekend? Mine was ... iffy. Friday and Saturday were pretty good—I baked probably the best cake I've ever made in my entire life and my mom came down to have dinner with us—but Sunday I felt pretty down and mostly kept to myself because of some less than stellar news my family received.
But since I don't want to get into any of that, take a look at this cake!
Since I was so in love with the Gigi's cupcake that Ireli brought me last week, I decided to try my hand at recreating their cookie dough icing and it almost seemed illegal not to pair it with chocolate cake. I found a simple chocolate cake recipe from Hershey's website and despite thinking there was almost too little required to make this cake, it came out moist and delicious (P.S. the only time the word "moist" is okay is when it's referring to cake). I guess it's true what they say, less is more!
After icing the cooled layers of cake, I crushed a few Hershey's candy bars and sprinkled the pieces on top. I'm usually lazy (i.e. experienced) when it comes to frosting desserts, but I patiently took my time on this one and was thrilled with the end result. While it's certainly not as smooth as a professional cake from a bakery, it turned out pretty darn smooth for my taste!
Best part of the whole cake? It tasted even better than it looked.
|Joey wanted in on it, too.|
I worked my training runs in as planned—7 miles on Saturday and a 3-mile recovery on Sunday. Since I ran so many hills during my long run, I took it extra-easy on Sunday morning and kept my pace so slow, I felt uncomfortable. I have a terrible habit of treating my recovery runs just like any other running workout (which totally negates the purpose of calling it a recovery run), and I'm trying to teach myself that speedy isn't always better. My body has to take it easy in order to repair the damage I did during my previous intense run.
On Sunday I got notification from friends via both Twitter and Facebook that there was some Monster Squid documentary airing on The Discovery Channel (I like how out of everything I've ever done in my life, I'm most well-known on the internet for being scared of an animal I never, ever have to worry about actually seeing in person). I guess the television juggernaut wasted no time capitalizing on the incredible footage scientists recorded in 2012 of the first up-close giant squid encounter, and I had no choice but to watch it.
Monster Squid: The Giant is Real follows a crew of scientists, including oceanographer and marine biologist Dr. Edie Widder, marine biologist Steve O’Shea and zoologist Dr. Tsunemi Kobodera of the National Science Museum of Japan, on their mission to capture the giant squid on tape in its natural habitat.
While we were watching the show, I realized that I've seen every single documentary on the giant squid, including the specials following the work of Dr. Kobodera and Steave O'Shea.
I probably know more about the giant and colossal squid than I do about American history or math ...
And I'm not sure if that's really awesome for me, or just really, really sad.
Unfortunately, seeing a giant squid in its natural habitat looks exactly the same as seeing a dead giant squid washed up on a shore or bobbing in a tank filled with formaldehyde—gross.
I guess now I have the added benefit of seeing what they do with all them icky legs while they're just chillin' on a deep-sea fishing lure.
I also saw a computerized simulation of what squids look like when they mate. It looks exactly how I expected it would—gross.
So, now I consider myself somewhat of an expert on squid sex. It's ... leggy.
Ha, I just pictured a curious young squid downloading that computer simulation on his little waterproof laptop when his parents aren't looking.
I bet it's hard not to touch yourself when you have 8 arms.
And on that note, ladies and gentlemen, I bid you adieu.