Okay so yesterday I told you the story of our Wild Cherry Pepsi incident. So I thought today I would tell you about what happened at the barn yesterday. Right now I’m sporting a sore noggin, a sore wrist, a sore knee, a swollen ankle and my elbow is so sore I cannot move my arm. I know what you’re thinking right now. You’re thinking “oh em gee, she fell off her horse”. Am I right? Well that would be a big old negative on that one. I have not ridden my horse in forever and a day. Mini-me rides her and I sort of hang back and watch these days. I used to ride a lot. I also fell off a lot. But that is NOT what happened yesterday.
This is what happened. We went to get her from the paddock. For those unfamiliar that’s just a fenced piece of grass where horses hang out outside. Mini-me and myself were gabbing. Quite likely laughing and being silly as we are most days. Next thing you know I’m basically standing on my head in an extreme weird yoga type position. My foot was lodged in a hole and I could not shake it loose. So instead of falling flat-out like I normally do, I folded in half then slid on my face forwards. Yup, it was really pleasant. I then tried to get up with the owners dog thinking I was playing some sort of game. Luckily mini-me grabbed the dog while I tried to nonchalantly get up. The owners daughter who is friends with mini-me came over to see if I was okay and was worried the dog had knocked me down. I assured her that he did not, I just fall over my own feet at least once a week. Usually in front of lots of people. Usually resulting in many injuries. So we stood around and talked about fly spray and the weather while I wondered how many stitches I would need and whether my face was covered in dirt and swelling at an alarming rate. And me being, well, me, acted like nothing happened. Within an hour my head was killing me. I’m now sporting bruises and swelling everywhere possible. I am also laughing at how it must have looked with my feet firmly planted on the ground, head planted on the ground and my arse up in the air. If only there were pictures. Luckily there are not. Only the painful, embarrassing blow to my ego.
So for all you klutzes out there. Here’s something to make up for your inability to walk upright. If you’re anything like me chocolate can heal and solve all of life’s problems. Okay, so maybe not an allergy to chocolate. But certainly everything else!
- 4 cups leftover cake or store bought cake
- 1 package 113 g of jello chocolate pudding
- 2 cups milk
- 1 container of cool whip
- 1 bag of mini rolos
Cut your cake into small cubes.
Prepare your jello according to the directions. (basically it's 2 cups of milk, the package of jello and whisk)
Cut up your mini rolos into smaller pieces.
Now start to layer your parfaits, feel free to use regular glasses if you do not have parfait glasses. Or mason jars, or even small bowls.
Start by using half your cake and layer into the bottom.
Add a layer of pudding, reserving half for the next layer.
Add a layer of rolos, reserving 2/3 for the next layer and garnish.
Add a layer of whipped cream.
Now start over with a layer of cake.
Add a layer of pudding.
Add a layer of rolos, reserve some for garnish.
Add a layer of whipped cream.
Top with leftover rolos for garnish.
Serve with a big old rolo smile!
So good and makes a bad day better. I used up stuff I had on hand but if you want to knock yourself out and do it all by scratch have at it. I love homemade too but some days you just want quick stuff. This was one of those times. Never feel bad about it. Cooking is a personal thing. If you have oodles of time to make everything with fresh ingredients that’s fabulous. If you are a busy person who falls down a lot it’s okay to use pre-made things and do semi-homemade recipes. There’s nothing wrong with doing that. Especially if you’re on your way to the clinic to make sure you did not break your noggin. Some things are more important than homemade whipped cream. Like not having a head injury. See, it’s all about perspective.
Tune in tomorrow when I fill you in on the cake that kicked a Lunatic’s ass and won. What an adventure this one has been. Cannot wait to share it with you.
Also there’s something called Art in the Park here in a couple of weeks. So when I go I’ll take some photos for you. Remind me to tell you the story of the lady who almost impaled herself at Art in the Park.
It wasn’t me.
Okay, so it was me.
I told you, I fall down a lot!
Toodles and smoochies! xx