It’s been a while, hasn’t it? A combination of boring, stupid healthy eating, shifting interests, busy days, and a touch of malaise resulted in a perfect storm of not blogging. Oh, who am I kidding–I always have a touch of malaise. I’m working on that.

I have been drinking a lot of green smoothies lately made by blending unsweetened almond milk with a frozen banana and a bunch of raw spinach. But do I feel inspire to write about this? No. No, I do not. For the record, it’s better than it probably sounds.

Anyway, we have been experiencing a lot of school and business closings and delays lately do to inclement weather. But our “snow” days? They have no snow. Today we don’t even seem to have any ice. Not sure what’s going on. This was the third cancelled school day in the past couple weeks.

If I hear one more preschool teacher-type suggest that we enjoy these precious moments with our little ones, things could get ugly. I assume they are probably just feeling smug that they are not the ones spending these precious moments with my little one.

Today, the four-year-old thinks it is hilarious to follow me around with a Captain Hook hook-for-a-hand toy, trying to hook my waistband. So many precious moments. I gave up trying to do anything productive. So I made this cake.


I would like to note a couple things:

  • Boston cream pie is cake, not pie. Why?
  • Homemade pudding, such as the vanilla pudding sandwiched between the layers of this cake, is really, really good. I never thought I liked pudding because I only knew the pre-packaged, store bought pudding in a little plastic cup. This is not the same thing at all.
  • I did not have many of the ingredients called for in the recipe I linked to above. It turned out really good anyway. I used fewer eggs, less cream, and no vanilla bean. No matter–a tasty cake was produced anyhow. Although the cake did seem a little squatty and short compared to the one pictured. There was no way I was going to venture out for more eggs and cream. Not because I fear the state of the roads, but because I fear my mental state in a grocery store with all three of my children. A slightly less eggy, less creamy cake is far preferable.