Having just returned from a quick trip to the US.....I did manage to get a little shopping done. I found these cute little cake pans and thought they'd be perfect for summer 'puddings'! You know the drill, fresh fruit, a little coulis splashed about. Along with some whipped cream added in for the cellulite factor. I bought 8 pans.
Since this was a quick trip, we did not take our normal (big) suitcases where I usually throw in a duffel bag or two just in case I buy too much. A couple of last minute purchases later and I had run out of room. The cake pans got thrown into the carry-on bag.
You have to really think ahead these days as to what goes in the carry-on bag. Gone are the days when I'd throw in a package of Italian Sausage to bring across the ocean, sausage might be in the dangerous category these days!
I remember one Thanksgiving, many-many years ago when my Dad was alive, he wanted to a Butterball Turkey for our Thanksgiving meal during his visit to France. Well, the rock-hard frozen Turkey in the carry-on bag got dropped. No squished toes, no broken tiles.....but good for a big laugh, we cooked up that bird and my dad was a happy man. (not that anything is wrong with a French bird!)
Ok, back to my cake molds, we were online in security, I had already been asked to remove my jean jacket, which I kept saying was a shirt and 'they really didn't want me to take off my shirt'!! Then I noticed that after I went through, the line had stopped. A group of men had formed around the x-ray of my bag. I just couldn't remember what could be causing such concern, then they called for 'BAG CHECK'. Yikes!
They opened my bag and immediately pulled out my cake molds, I explained that I was going to be cooking mini-angel food cakes for my son who was flying back from college. Then we started sharing angel food cake recipes!! During the next stop, I decided to tell security in advance that those weird looking things that they would be looking at were cake molds.....I sailed through this time.
All in all, the mold made it back, I found some ancient Cream of Tarter in my spice rack and my little bearded angel had cake!
5 comments:
Your baking exploits never cease to amaze me!
I was with that guy who was determined to have his Butterball Turkey, even in beautiful Paris. When his carryon bag,with his precious bird hit the floor, your Mother turned every shade of red. Oh, I remember it well. And you gave us a lovely Thanksgiving dinner, when that bearded son was just the most beautiful baby ever. Your Father and I were so proud. Guess who.........
yes, you never know what they're going to pull you over for. I've even heard of boxes of Laduree macarons being yanked at de Gaulle (although I'm sure they just wanted to eat them themselves...)
Taking your shirt off for customs is certainly bizarre. I thought of you recently when I flew on a 737 down to Christchurch. They have crammed an extra row of seats into them since my days crewing.
Hi Betty, for sure I'll be making this cake again, I wasn't too happy with the results! Not tender.
Hi Mom!
David, I've ALWAYS thought that when the custom's man sees something that looks good it is a good excuse.
Congrats on another great book!
Barbara, well thank god I had a shirt on under my jean shirt. I guess the security folks forget what a 'shirt-jack' was, from the 70's, remember them?
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