Due to the recent New York Times food section article about David Leong and Springfield-style Cashew Chicken, we're a hot commodity these days. This past weekend, a reporter with Voice of America, Suli Yi (my apologies if I have the first and surname backwards!), contacted me through the blog after reading my posts "Springfield-style Cashew Chicken" and "Let Me Introduce Wing Yee Leong" for my reactions to cashew chicken from the viewpoint of a writer, blogger, and local. After a few emails, on a whim I volunteered to make my own personal take on the dish, Heart-healthy Cashew Chicken and volunteered my own Glenna's Cashew Chicken Casserole, a short cut version that's easy to prepare in advance of entertaining that also contains lots of veggies.
Perhaps not nearly as attractive to show you the guts, so to speak, of the caramel apple cake but I wanted to show just how moist the recipe can be if the cake isn't overbaked. And of course, the marshmallow fondant covering it and protecting it from drying out didn't hurt either.
Here's Chris being an adorable dork demonstrating for you, my readers, just how moist and tasty the cake was:
Somehow sometime around eating all the yummy Mexican food and snarfing up cake, we also found time to give some treatments and run some vents! What a great night!
In honor of March and April birthdays on my shift, we're having a pot luck celebration for "lunch" @ 0100, which is "too damn much in the middle of the night" for you day shifters. But for us it will be a nice break in the night.
Obviously, I chose to make cake: Caramel Apple Cake. What's a birthday without cake?
Everything on the cake is edible from the sugar pearl dragees to the gumpaste calla lilies with their edible glitter and the marshmallow fondant covering.
Once upon a time, four friends named Glenna, Cindy, Dianne, and Diane (yes, it did get confusing so it was "Di" and "Dianne with two n's") decided to go hang out in Vegas for a few days...and this is what they did when they weren't laughing and giggling and catching each other up on their lives back home:
There's a joke with Gene about me that if you put any number of things in front of me my favorite will always be the most expensive, that I can pick out the most expensive anything anywhere. For example, many years ago he "tested" me by pointing to six white sedans in a parking lot, knowing I don't know cars. My favorite? The Mercedes. What can I say? The girl likes champagne even with a beer pocketbook.
Top of the World was a great opening night "event" but it was not cheap or "medium priced" as I thought it would be and had assured my friends. Oh well. The good news is Gene cracked up when I told him and my reputation is secure.