Open Wound Cake

Last night’s episode of the Halloween Baking Competition was cringeworthy. The bakers were challenged with making Open Wound Cakes and some of the creations were so realistic that I was cringing, my body seizing up into a ball.

Even the host, John Henson, was so creeped out at one cake that he lost it.

Another cake that had John cringing, at a loss for words, was a toenail cake.

For inspiration, the baker called upon a memory from when her toe got caught on the laundry basket and the toenail was torn off (Just the thought of it has me cringing as I type this description out).

The open wound looked pretty gnarly, but there was one problem with this cake, a problem I critiqued even before the judges pointed it out. That being though she did a great job with the bloody toenail area, she did not shape the body of the cake to resemble a toe.

At any rate, last night’s baking episode was creepier than any horror movie I could have watched.

I’m playing hooky from the Pain Cave tomorrow.

I don’t like to miss my workouts, try to arrange scheduling around workouts, but Twin 1 has arranged an all-day spa thing for her twin and I ─ facials, rose water baths, massages, the whole nine yards, and tomorrow was the only day the spa could take all three of us together at the same time.

We three are all busy people, with different lives going in different directions, so I've been with Twin 1 on some occasions, and with Twin 2 at other times, but all three of us together at the same time is a rare occurrence.

In fact, the last time I recall was in 2018, when the girls did the Great Donut 5K with me.

As it is, Twin 2 had to get a day off from work to make tomorrow's spa day happen, so my playing hooky from the Pain Cave is a small concession for the opportunity to spend time with my 54 years young babies.

Mildred, over at Mildred Ratched Memoirs, is running a 30 Songs in 30 Days Challenge.

Day 1's challenge is to post a song you like with a color in the title.

Sounds like fun, so I’m in.

The song that immediately came to mind is an old song that was my first and last introduction to country/western singer Blake Shelton.

I say last because I don't much care for Blake's singing voice, but there’s something about this one song that's made Ol Red a favorite of mine.