The Battle For My Wallet V: Beyond the Number IV (Chapter Eighteen, p.75, 5/18)

[Motherofboys]

Mmmmmmm.......cake!!!

I share your love for the good stuff!! Day or night, cutting off a huge chunk or slicing off "just one more little piece", LOVE IT!!

I may have to make a cake with homemade buttercream tonight thanks to your "ode to cake" and all other perfect things in the world, which oddly enough read to me like a brief treatise on "all things good in the world according to Zzub"...you may want to save that for your daughters....you know throw it in your Revocable Trust or something so all future generations of Zzub's can benefit from your wisdom

And you're wife can't possible be from the South if 3 measly sticks of butter is too much butter for an entire cake recipe! Unless she thought you were going to eat the whole thing at once?

Loved the chapter, can't wait for the rest!!

 

[50 years Too!]

ZZUB--I believe once upon a time in a trip report far far in the past you mentioned you were exhiled to Starbuck's origin point.
To me that means Seattle area.

 

[LaLa]

IRL, I've been known to mispell my own name.

For future reference, Dummy has two M's. Not three.

I know you've got a thing for making up your own words, but now you're making up your own acronyms?!

That's right. I can use nouns too.

Kelnit! I told you you'd fit in around here! And over at my place as well. I've been known to make a spelling error from time to time myself. But just don't tell anybody. I was the 4th grade county wide spelling bee champ and I have an image to uphold.

 

[MNRMommy]

If only Marie Antoinette were a dining cast member.

DED. I was all prepared to make a PS for LTT just so DH could partake of the cake and then I read on and found it was too late. Bummer in a word.

 

[ZZUB]

And you're wife can't possible be from the South if 3 measly sticks of butter is too much butter for an entire cake recipe!

When Mrs. Z read this chapter she said, "ZZUB, it wasn't the butter in the recipe. You've confused this with the pot pie recipe that called for a pound of it." To which I asked, "then why won't you make me Butter Grilled Pound Cake?" And she replied, "it looks like a lot of work." So I put her back on ignore. Which didn't really work b/c as it turns out, in real life, I don't have that power. Which is sad.

On the other hand, Mrs. Z did dig out the recipe and is considering making it for me. So I have hope. NOObama.

That's right. I can use nouns too.

I'll bet you can. Here are some nouns I'm certain you're familiar with: trailer, chew, Dr. Peppa, bologna, fanny pack, vomit, puke, hurl, fillin' station, truck, brother/husband, cousin/mom, sister/aunt.

I was the 4th grade county wide spelling bee champ and I have an image to uphold.

I imagine your senior year was filled with all kinds of good memories. Wasn't that also the year you learned to go to the big-girl bathroom all by yourself?!

DED. I was all prepared to make a PS for LTT just so DH could partake of the cake and then I read on and found it was too late. Bummer in a word.

Indeed.

 

[LaLa]

On the other hand, Mrs. Z did dig out the recipe and is considering making it for me. So I have hope. NOObama.

That's just the saddest dadgum thing I think I've ever seen. You're pining for the cake and you "have hope" that she'll make it for you. Mrs. Z: please make that man some cake. So we don't have to read sad sentences like that one anymore. If nothing else, throw some Sara Lee into a skillet and melt a Caramello on top. Something. Anything. Just make it stop. Anyway, mad props to Mrs. Z for at least considering it and congrats to you on being one step closer to your raison d'etre.

Even though I don't like you one dang bit.

I'll bet you can. Here are some nouns I'm certain you're familiar with: trailer, chew, Dr. Peppa, bologna, fanny pack, vomit, puke, hurl, fillin' station, truck, brother/husband, cousin/mom, sister/aunt.

Either you doubled back in the lunch line to get another piece of cake on the day they covered nouns in English or else you really did attend Bama. Either way, I'm going to let this one go because I'm feeling generous today. And also because it made me laugh.

I imagine your senior year was filled with all kinds of good memories. Wasn't that also the year you learned to go to the big-girl bathroom all by yourself?!

In the category of other things you don't know jack squat about, there's also this. You apparently know NOTHING about women. We never go to the big girl bathroom all by ourselves if we can help it. We have to bring our friends along. Why? I don't know. But that's the way we've done it since the beginning of time. Or at least since middle school. It's an unwritten rule that when in public, as long as there is another woman present, when one of us feels the urge to go, we must all get up together and accompany one another to the loo.

What we talk about in there is classified.

You know the drill.

 

[mikymouse]

In the category of other things you don't know jack squat about, there's also this. You apparently know NOTHING about women. We never go to the big girl bathroom all by ourselves if we can help it. We have to bring our friends along. Why? I don't know. But that's the way we've done it since the beginning of time. Or at least since middle school. It's an unwritten rule that when in public, as long as there is another woman present, when one of us feels the urge to go, we must all get up together and accompany one another to the loo.

What we talk about in there is classified.

You know the drill.

 

[stinkerbell007]

bwahahahahahahahahahaha!

 

[PISCESANGEL]

When Mrs. Z read this chapter she said, "ZZUB, it wasn't the butter in the recipe. You've confused this with the pot pie recipe that called for a pound of it." To which I asked, "then why won't you make me Butter Grilled Pound Cake?" And she replied, "it looks like a lot of work." So I put her back on ignore. Which didn't really work b/c as it turns out, in real life, I don't have that power. Which is sad.

On the other hand, Mrs. Z did dig out the recipe and is considering making it for me. So I have hope. NOObama.

I'll bet you can. Here are some nouns I'm certain you're familiar with: trailer, chew, Dr. Peppa, bologna, fanny pack, vomit, puke, hurl, fillin' station, truck, brother/husband, cousin/mom, sister/aunt.

I imagine your senior year was filled with all kinds of good memories. Wasn't that also the year you learned to go to the big-girl bathroom all by yourself?!

Indeed.

That's just the saddest dadgum thing I think I've ever seen. You're pining for the cake and you "have hope" that she'll make it for you. Mrs. Z: please make that man some cake. So we don't have to read sad sentences like that one anymore. If nothing else, throw some Sara Lee into a skillet and melt a Caramello on top. Something. Anything. Just make it stop. Anyway, mad props to Mrs. Z for at least considering it and congrats to you on being one step closer to your raison d'etre.

Even though I don't like you one dang bit.



Either you doubled back in the lunch line to get another piece of cake on the day they covered nouns in English or else you really did attend Bama. Either way, I'm going to let this one go because I'm feeling generous today. And also because it made me laugh.



In the category of other things you don't know jack squat about, there's also this. You apparently know NOTHING about women. We never go to the big girl bathroom all by ourselves if we can help it. We have to bring our friends along. Why? I don't know. But that's the way we've done it since the beginning of time. Or at least since middle school. It's an unwritten rule that when in public, as long as there is another woman present, when one of us feels the urge to go, we must all get up together and accompany one another to the loo.

What we talk about in there is classified.

You know the drill.

The two of you are more entertaining than this trip report!

or not...

 

[Backstage_Gal]

ZZUB, this may be a novel thought to you. Did it ever occur to you to make that cake yourself?

I am sure you can read and follow directions?

 

[Frickles]

Gawd forbid a million times.

I think this might be a fly's butt hair away from being played. TFI.

Butter Grilled Pound Cake.... like Ashclan’s “W Is For Women” pin, like Frickles’ copy of Math for Dummies, like LaLa’s husband’s fanny pack, like NicoleMarie’s weather forecasts, like Mel HappyHat’s so-called witty ripostes, like MasterGracie’s “Blame it all on Bush” thread, like Chapter 11 counting LaLa’s vomit references

I made it into a Zzub trip report. I am without speech. Wow, those were the days weren't they?! You should have put your blog on the list.... It lasted about as long as the last piece of cake in the office fridge between 3 and 5.

Now I have to admit that I have laughed til my lips cracked at your latest chapter and the last 6 pages of posts. But THIS ONE made me fall out of my chair & whack my head so hard that I saw LaLa's cat.

OMG. Freaky monorail spiel Borg. I just typed that exact phrase into my TR (elsewhere) yesterday. Did you have to check the spelling on Google too?!

Seriously Ash, did you have to ask that?!?! I am beyond ded!

That's just the saddest dadgum thing I think I've ever seen. You're pining for the cake and you "have hope" that she'll make it for you. Mrs. Z: please make that man some cake. So we don't have to read sad sentences like that one anymore. If nothing else, throw some Sara Lee into a skillet and melt a Caramello on top. Something. Anything. Just make it stop.

I will be laying in bed doing the silent shake over this one tonight.

For future reference, Dummy has two M's. Not three.

LaLa 17 Zzub 5

On the other hand, it does have cream cheese icing. You could put that on a turd and it'd be good. NOLaLa'shomecooking.

I just saw La's cat again.

Freshman year, my heart was ripped apart by a very cute, very blonde cheerleader.

Your first name isn't David is it? If so, my bad.

Obviously, I'm late to the party. I know you were missing my presence. I've had you on ignore. But, my ears have been burning and I heard you were posting some pictures of some good looking cake so I had to come and take a little looksie.

 

[abteer]

So the question I have is, did free dining lure you back for this year too????

 

[mickcw1109]

Hi Zzub, just caught up with your trip report and it sounded like you all had a wonderful time. Reminds me a lot of another person who had a trip report on here but has been banned, very funny and your writing makes me feel we are there with you. Hope the wife makes that cake for you as well

 

[HeyIt'sMe]

Ah yes, Liberty Tree Tavern. Your Butter Grilled Pound Cake met the same fate as my DH's favorite LTT menu item - Birch Beer. He loved that stuff and was SO disappointed to find it was no longer offered. And not just 'cause it had the word beer in it.

 

[ZZUB]

ZZUB, this may be a novel thought to you. Did it ever occur to you to make that cake yourself?

You don't post on my TR in months and when you do come around, you come bringing the "get off your fat butt and make your own dang cake!" Well, Smartypants, it HAS occurred to me to make the cake myself. But the woman doesn't like when I use her kitchen. Something about making a big ol' mess or somethinornuther.

I think this might be a fly's butt hair away from being played.

Gawd forbid a million times we should use a joke that's played.

TFI.

Exhibit A.

Your first name isn't David is it? If so, my bad.

If you have to ask, then it probably isn't. But your joke was funny. And it's already played. Sorry.

I've had you on ignore.

Exhibit B.

Reminds me a lot of another person who had a trip report on here but has been banned

Thanks for the compliment. I miss getting to read MDF's witty posts.

Ah yes, Liberty Tree Tavern. Your Butter Grilled Pound Cake met the same fate as my DH's favorite LTT menu item - Birch Beer. He loved that stuff and was SO disappointed to find it was no longer offered. And not just 'cause it had the word beer in it.

I'm against all "it's me's." But I have NOTHING against HeyIt'sMe's or even HeyIt'sMe. So welcome.

In light of Disney's ever-shrinking menu choices, by the end of the decade (pronounced d'cade if you're a Kennedy or Ashclan), there will be nothing left but purified water and rice cakes. Made from whole wheat, of course.

 

[Backstage_Gal]

You don't post on my TR in months and when you do come around, you come bringing the "get off your fat butt and make your own dang cake!" Well, Smartypants, it HAS occurred to me to make the cake myself. But the woman doesn't like when I use her kitchen. Something about making a big ol' mess or somethinornuther.

Sorry about that. I have, however, been faithfully lurking all along.

I will leave it up to you what my response to that second half of your post would be if I were not nice enough not to say it....

Roll Tide!

 

[lisalonglash]

Isn't there supposed to be an update on Mondays?

 

[LegoMom3]

Isn't there supposed to be an update on Mondays?

Every other. Stay tuned next week!


.

 

[Sneezie]

Sneezie: we went to bed last night still laughing at your post! My wife said, "ZZUB, she got so frazzled in line she had them write "Congratulations Greta. Why did she get anyone's name on the birthday cake at all? Why not just buy the cake?" I said, "Honey, I don't know. But Sneezie loves her some cake. And that makes her alright in my book.

"Cake is the reason my dog has a birthday party every year." That's just full on funny!

It just didn't seem right taking a bakery cake with all of the flowers and icing trimming it and not putting anything in the middle. I'd already used my birthday, my husband's birthday, and my daughter's birthday and my dog's birthday was coming up so I couldn't use that. I freaked. Don't ask me where the name Greta came from. I'm still trying to figure it out.

Next time I'll use "We'll Miss You Zzub!

If nothing else, throw some Sara Lee into a skillet and melt a Caramello on top.

That sounds soooo goooooood!!!!!

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

But *this* I agree with:

It’s the end of the 1994 Alabama Auburn game, it’s Piano Man, it’s Yoo Hoo, it’s George W. Bush after 9/11 and before the war in Iraq, it’s landing on the moon, it’s a Cadillac CTS, it’s the 1992 Crimson Tide, it’s the 1980 USA Olympic Hockey Team, it’s Joshua Tree, it’s my freshman year at Alabama, it’s my senior year at Alabama, it’s the act one finale of Les Miserables, it’s having the right girl just smile at you, it’s Rudy, it’s Saving Private Ryan, it's Apollo 13, it’s a drive through the mountains on an early fall day, it’s the sound of the ocean slamming into the rugged coastline, it’s a good apple, it’s Soarin’, it’s Test Track, It’s “Paging Mr. Morrow, Mr. Tom Morrow,” it’s A Separate Peace, it’s Huck Finn, it’s Seinfeld, Frasier, Cheers and West Wing, it’s Saturday Night Live with Mike Meyers and Dana Carvey, it’s The Stranger, it’s Freebird, it’s Live Like You Were Dying, it’s I Go Back, it’s hanging out with your best friends the night before you graduate high school, it’s sitting on the steps of Comer Hall after you’ve finished your last exam, it’s Free Dining, it’s your seeing your little girl’s face when she spots Mickey Mouse and runs to him, it’s Walking in Memphis, it’s The Color Green, it’s my wife saying “yes,” it’s seeing my girls being born. Yes, Butter Grilled Pound Cake is the confluence of all good things.

It's ALSO like:

1. MY senior year at Alabama. Too. (Roll Tide)
2. A warm puppy, kitten or footlong sub. Extra mayo.
3. A sunrise
4. A sunset
5. A Tequila Sunrise
6. But not the movie "Tequila Sunrise" which is a vast abyss of lameosity not unlike this tripe. Heh heh.
7. Dwarfs.
8. Yes. The movie. This time. (Obviously)
9. Lemon in sweet tea.
10. La La's trippies.
11. Cheese including french cheeses. Yup.
12. OHIP

and, yes...

13. Piano Man

BGPC really IS the confluence of all good things. You're right. (Blech)

Or... it WAS.

Or...actually...

MAYBE... it was??????


(I never tried it. My bad. So said.)


Anywho...Sir Winnie C. once sad this "All great things are simple and many can be expressed in single words: freedom, justice, honour, duty, mercy, hope, cake. And pie."


Or else... sumpin' sumpin' like that. Up there.


Ok.

What else? What else?

Oh yeah: The MARIE ANTOINETTE thingie popped my stitches.

Yeah.


I have six stitches in my chin. TFI.


Little incident involving a footrace, platform flipflops, a daring but miscalculated leap, a large rock. And...errr.... my face.

Yes.


I know that you know that I know that you know I'm a idiot.

Moving on.


Good tripe.

Or not.


And all of THAT to say this:


I sent myself and my chin flowers.



From you.


HEh heh. HEhhhehheh.


Cheers,

MEL

It's your new big thing. TFI. Thanks to the pound cake.

Also...bite Me(l)!


P.S. Can you please send me a tube of Mederma? Tout de suite.