May the Fourth

I will be the first to admit that growing up I was not a Star Wars fan. Despite writing a paper in the 10th grade (1995-ish) on the classic hero journey of Luke Skywalker, I didn’t watch any of the movies until 2007. Yes, I knew the main characters and the storyline, but I had no real drive to watch.

Don’t get me wrong, I love SciFi. I’ve seen almost every Star Trek episode, Battlestar Galactica and Doctor Who. I know every episode of Firefly by heart, and can recite every line of Serenity.

I was “forced” (ha) by a guy I was dating to actually sit and watch A New Hope. Now, this guy was a Han fanboy. Han Solo could do no wrong. (After we broke up, he got a cat who was called Han.) I actually wanted to sit and take in the Lucas masterpiece, to soak it in for the very first time, but could not enjoy it at all with Fanboy blabbering through the ENTIRE movie. When it was over he stared at me with wide eyes, waiting with baited breath for my reaction to the film. I mustered a “meh”. I wanted to say that I would have enjoyed it more if he would have just let me watch the movie!! I asked him to leave the movies with me (he had a box set, of course) and I would try again another time. And by another time, I meant as soon as he left.

Not five minutes after he walked out the door, I had queued the movie back to the beginning. I watched A New Hope, quickly followed by The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi. The next day after classes, I watched A New Hope again with Zakary.

I enjoyed the films. I didn’t want to tell Fanboy how much I loved them. But I did.

That relationship with Fanboy didn’t work out, which is for the best, but my relationship with Star Wars has just deepened. I now have an amazing man in my life, who enjoys Star Wars in a much healthier way, and a quartet of boys who will indulge their parents in an occasional binge marathon.

I planned on making a cake to celebrate Star Wars day on May 4th. Nothing fancy, just a cake with a couple of lightsabers made with some sparkle sugar on top. But Andrew, our 4-year-old nerdling, wanted a Darth Vader cake, because Darth Vader is his favorite.

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I decided to make a Yoda cake to represent the Jedi.

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I let everyone choose a side (cake). According to which cake was chosen, we tend to a Dark Side kinda family. Take from that what you will.

Happy Mushroom Day!

Tonight I had every intention of posting a step-by-step on how I make stroganoff. But of course, I started cooking before I took photos. And then I had a my youngest telling me, in a very loud voice because obviously I hadn’t heard him the 400 times he had told me, that he wanted cereals for dinner. And no that isn’t a typo, cereals is plural because he wants a whole bowl. Try arguing with that logic…

So I resigned myself to posting a recipe without the tutorial, but with the finished dinner plate instead.

And then we ate…without the photo of the stroganoff, noodles and bright tricolor medley of corn, carrots, and green beans. And of course I didn’t think about it until after I had “lunched up*” the leftovers.

* lunched up is a verb meaning to place leftovers from dinner in containers for lunch.

Feeling a bit morose, I decided to slice up the cake I had baked, only to realize that I had forgotten to take photos of the cake too!

After thinking that I have the be the worst blogger ever, I told the guys that I will have to make everything another time so that everything can be photographed.

Everyone smiled as they ate their cake. How could I torture them with all this delicious food again!!

Tonight’s blog post might not have turned out the way I had planned, but so it goes. My family is fed. All is well.