The Saga of a Post

 

Most mornings, when I first begin to wake up, even before I get out of bed, I think, “What shall I post about today?”

Well, yesterday morning, the chocolate/raspberry cake that I had made four times in the last couple months came to mind, and I decided that that would be the subject of the day’s post.

I had taken pictures the last time I made it, so that was already done.  All I needed to do was go to the Weight Watcher e-tools Recipe Builder where I could put in the ingredients to find out how many WW points were in a serving.  So, I had a plan.

But, first I really needed to make my coffee, eat my oatmeal and read my newspaper.  No problem.  It would be an easy post that wouldn’t take too much time to do, I thought.  I could do it after my breakfast.

So, a little later than usual, about 6:30 a.m., I started to put together a post about the cake.

Hmmm. A slight problem.  I went to the Recipe Builder, but apparently there are lots of Weight Watchers who go there first thing in the morning, because I couldn’t get in!  Rats.  Because I usually get on the computer so early, I don’t normally have this problem with any site.  I’d just have to try later.

So, I started the post by beginning to type the text, and then I went to my picture file to enter some of the pictures I had of the cake.  I entered ones for all the steps, but then realized that I had forgotten to take a pretty key picture — one of what the cake looked like on a plate! 

P1020503(1)    I just didn’t think it would have the same impact and “curb appeal” if the only “finished” picture you saw was of the cake frosted in the pan, uncut!

Okay, Plan B … I needed to bake another cake so that I could get a picture of the cake “plated”.  But I knew I didn’t have all the ingredients on hand, so it would require a trip to the grocery store.

It was still early enough that I decided to do something that I rarely do.  I would run to the grocery in my normal early morning/breakfast eating/coffee drinking/blog writing attire … old knit shorts and t-shirt and no make-up!  

Let me just say here that there is something deceptive about having a grocery store just five minutes away.  It makes it feel less threatening … not a big deal.  It lets me feel more like I’m running over to the neighbors back door to borrow a cup of sugar as opposed to a real, honest to goodness,  trip to the grocery store (which, of course, would require make-up and “regular clothes”).

So, I did go to the grocery store, looking like death warmed over, and I took it as a good sign that the greeter did not scream in fear and run away.  I gathered up the ingredients, used the self-check-out and returned home having been able to avoid making eye contact with most of the other shoppers.

When I got home I went right to the computer and tried to get into the Recipe Builder again.  Still no luck.  Rats.  I did not want to post this recipe without telling you the points value.  I knew it wasn’t light, light, so I didn’t want to mislead anyone. 

I briefly thought about putting this post off for another day, but I had already invested a significant amount of time in it, and no other subject immediately came to mind, so I decided to perservere. 

I baked the cake and while it was cooling so that I could frost it and then take some additional pictures, I tried Recipe Builder o.n.e  m.o.r.e  t.i.m.e.  Still no luck.  So, desperate measures were now required.  I decided I was going to have to come up with the points the “old fashioned” way.

 P1020656(1)    Math is NOT my native tongue, so this was definitely an option I put off until I absolutely couldn’t get WW to do it for me!

The cake was now cooled.  I frosted it and then cut 1/20th of it (4 WW points, as I had found out) and put it on a plate.  I had set a place at the table for it, but when I put the cake there, it just didn’t look finished.  Hmmm.  Suddenly, I knew exactly what it needed — some fresh raspberries on top!  Unfortunately, I didn’t have any on hand.  It would require another run to the grocery store.  But, now that I had come up with that idea, I knew I wasn’t going to be satisfied with anything less than fresh raspberries to finish off the cake. 

I went to the grocery store … again.  This was about an hour later than the last time, and the atmosphere was noticably different.  The greeter looked surprised and just gave me a brief wave this time  … not as friendly (apparently she was now fearing that rather than the first trip when I looked really ratty being a rarity, I was now going to look like this all the time!)  And there were alot more people in the store.  And this hour-later group was much better dressed, so probably expected the same from me!  But, at least, this time, all I needed was a container of red raspberries (or a brick of gold — they undoubtedly cost about the same!).  I used the self-check-out again and came home, again, with the final piece of the puzzle.

I washed some raspberries, put them on top of the piece of cake and then took the final pictures for the post.

By this time, it was 11:00 a.m.  This whole thing had taken hours.  I was done.  Oh, but wait a minute.  There sat the pretty piece of cake and glass of tea, and no one to eat them! 

Hubby had already eaten his breakfast at some point during all this craziness and had now left to run errands of his own.  He wasn’t up yet when I went to the grocery the first time, and had already left the house by the time I went the second time — how convenient!  His only comment on what I was doing, including the trip to the grocery, was  just shaking his head and smiling.  At least I hope that was a smile — one caused by my dedication and perserverence and not a smirk at how I had looked to go to the grocery!

P1020653(1)   So, anyway I was home alone with that pretty little piece of cake, and I had had a very busy morning.  So, before I went to finally take a shower and get ready for the day, I sat down and ate that pretty little piece of cake, and enjoyed it very much.

As a final touch, I took some last pictures of that process to add. 

Then I went up to the computer; added the final pictures; and published the post.  Mission accomplished.

Hmmm. Sometimes writing a blog feels a little bit like work, but fun work.  One of the most fun “jobs” I’ve ever had.

13 Responses to The Saga of a Post

  1. Candy says:

    I can picture all this and it truly made me chuckle! I hope I didn’t create this situation by asking for the recipe:) It is WONDERFUL!
    Candy

  2. C says:

    You have made me laugh out loud with this. I am recent to blogging, but can so identify with the trouble you took with that post! As a matter of fact, I am now working on a post about this type of thing…slighly different angle. Loved it! C

  3. Sandra says:

    Candy — If I thought I could blame this on you, I would! But, I can’t … it was all my bright idea! (But, now you DO have the recipe!)

    C — I’ll look forward to reading your version! 🙂

  4. Janet Ruth says:

    Thanks for the Saturday chuckle! I can definitely relate to this post, thanks for sharing.
    Janet Ruth

  5. Sandra says:

    Hi, Janet Ruth! Thanks for stopping by. It’s nice to hear from you again!

  6. C. Beth says:

    Sandra, I love this post!!

  7. Hilary says:

    This reminded me of one of those behind-the-scene television show called “The Making of (insert movie title here).” Only you could expose the bones of a blog post and make it so entertaining.

  8. Sandra says:

    Beth — Be truthful, is it because you can just imagine the horror of the greeter at the grocery store when I showed up the second time, still looking like a homeless person? Well, for whatever reason you liked it — thank you. 🙂

    Hilary — It WAS kind of fun to write. In fact, as I was “living” it the day before, (about the time I went to the store the second time) it did occur to me, “The putting together of this post is turning out to just be rediculous! I may just have to write a post about all this!”

  9. Wow, it looks wonderful…well done !

  10. Sandra says:

    Danielle — It really IS good. You might want to try it. 🙂

  11. lynn says:

    Ha! Great post, Sandra. I think every blogger feels your pain 🙂 When I first started my blog about 10 months ago, I had hoped it would help me get my recipes organized. What I realized very quickly is I did not like posting without pictures. So rather than organizing the recipes I’ve already labelled “tried and true,” I just keep making more recipes (all so I can get pictures, of course :)) and now I have to try all the yummy recipes I see on everyone else’s blogs, naturally (including your cake) so I think rather than getting MORE organized in the recipe department, I have simply added to the mayhem. But as you say, it is a fun “job” to have and now I can’t imagine making food without taking pictures and blogging about it. Thanks for the chuckle.

  12. Sandra says:

    Lynn — Boy, do I know what you mean! And, I DO love posting a recipe with pictures.

  13. […] Note:  To read the funny/somewhat pathetic story of what I went through to do this post, read The Saga of a Post. […]

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