When we were having family over to celebrate Littlest's (or should I say Not So Littlest's) birthday, she requested the party be pink. She has never shown any particular affinity with the colour before but I thought, well let's go with it.
I had very little in the way of hot pink in my fabric stash but I came up with this party banner. This photo is much more washed out than the actual colours. I looked for hours to find my Koolaid supply to dye some fabric bright pink but to no avail. (I just found the bag of it last night in my knitting bag under my current knitting project (!!))
We wore pink.
And pink adult loot bags were distributed. (Pink emory boards, pink Mentoes. pink mini Purel, decks of cards, Turkish Delight bars)
And I baked pink, as best as one can.
The birthday girl has long been a fan of watermelon and luckily her birthday is in August, the month of watermelon.
Other than making a watermelon slush drink, it is hard to get real watermelon flavour in anything, especially baking so I resorted to the fake kind, with watermelon gelatin. It was passable and with the whack of food colouring it was at least a decent representation of watermelon and what I would consider a success.
I baked a pound cake based recipe (with the gelatin powder added) in a bowl, added the chocolate chip bits on top, (although I should have pushed them farther in) for the seeds. My sister commented, "Oh well, almost seedless!" Paste food colouring is best for this, although I realised too late my red was completely empty, so I used a whole squeeze bottle of red liquid colour. It was more pink than red that way, but that was the theme so it worked out fine.
One of the real watermelons did not get eaten, it got decorated at the table during dessert with pink mints and leftover icing. Just because.
I have been making these watermelon cookies for years and they are always well received. The recipe, I believe, is from a Country Living magazine from the 80's.
Watermelon, is often pronounced "Waterlemon" in our family, as coined by her cousin at an early age and it stuck, as most kid-isms do in our family.
Two sightings of Min called in to me from the flyer I put up in the grocery store, which have come to nothing. I try not to get my hopes up with each call.
New Kitty is now Diggery, after an exhausting fussing with names no one could agree on. I rather liked Henry, as Jane also suggested in the comments. The vet offered up 'Tibia' as that was the bone he had broken, which for a while became 'Tibias' and briefly 'Tobias', until it was revealed that was the name of a most dreaded 7th grade teacher of both the offspring.
He has spent more than his share of time on laps (he is sitting on mine now as I type) and climbing up onto all sorts of things he shouldn't be.
A 10 month old cat does not know the meaning of " No jumping!"
Jane also awarded me with this:
Thanks so much Jane.
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