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Thursday, June 28, 2012

804. Paranormal Sour Cream

I am not a sour cream eater.  I realize that this is un-American, as we have been conditioned to put the stuff on baked potatoes, nachos, and according to recipe.com, even on blueberries.  No.  I do not buy it, I do not like it, I do not seek it out.  Something about the texture of it makes me cringe, and I am not fond of that fact that it is cold but not quite cold enough to qualify as ice-cream but not quite creamy enough to be whipped cream.  I am wary of sour cream, suspicious of its indecision to be one thing or another. 

If sour cream was a person who approached me at a party, I would politely pretend I only spoke German, and quickly move away. 
So it should come as somewhat of a surprise that I notice a container of it in my very own fridge.  The Husband, apparently, does not share my phobia of all things sour cream.  He bought it and stuck it on the top shelf.  I had an epiphany: Why not make a lemon Bundt cake, with the principal ingredient being (you guessed it) sour cream?  THIS, my friends, is why sour cream was invented:  to put in things, not to eat by itself. 

I laid out all the components that the recipe called for.  My kitchen counter resembled a Martha Stewart prep kitchen (albeit a very tiny one):  premeasured flour, eggs at room temperature, two sticks of butter waiting to be transformed by their friend white sugar, and of course, the sour cream. 
I opened the lid.  Underneath the lid, was a clear protective wrapper made of plastic.  It was similar to what you would find on the top of the Tylenol bottle.  Just an extra layer to keep it safe from terrorists or maintain its freshness levels, or whatever.  Then, I tore off the plastic. 

Now, usually when I bake, I don’t really “study” the ingredients very carefully.  I just set them out, toss them in the bowl, then bake (I have been blessed with the Baking Gene—everything I bake is magically perfect.  I’m not kidding.).  But, in this case, for whatever reason, when I opened the sour cream container and removed the plastic, I happened to glance at it just as I put the spoon in, but right before I went to measure out one cup. 
The sour cream was smiling at me. 

Here, see for yourself.      
photo by MOV

Literally smiling at me.  So I had to grab the camera. 

yep, I took this photo too


Next, I went over to the trash can to find the crumpled clear protective plastic to see exactly how the marketing people at the Sour Cream Factory got the clear wrapper to make that smiley impression.  So clever!  How did they do it?    
However, upon closer inspection, I determined that the plastic wrap was just a plain ol’ piece of plastic.  It did not have any type of design in it.  The people at the Sour Cream Factory had nothing to do with the face that was smiling up at me.  It was a freak occurrence. 

But, honestly, I wasn’t too freaked out by it.  You see, this kind of thing happens to me all the time. 
Flower petals fall in a heart formation on my table.  Clouds spell out my name.  The license plate in front of me has my birthday numbers on it (921).  Seriously, the Universe is constantly calling out to me.  I once heard about a woman that found the image of the Virgin Mary on her toast.  Please.  That’s the best you can do?  I have my own personal angels sending my cheery signs almost every day. 

I bake the lemon Bundt cake, then slice it to serve my sons. 
Short takes one bite and exclaims, “Mommy, this cake makes my tummy smile!”  Of course it does.  The sour cream is in there. 

MOV

37 comments:

  1. This post made me smile. Thank you!

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    1. You are welcome! Thanks for reading, Jessilyn. :)

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  2. Cute post! Thanks for the smile.

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  3. I think you should've tried to sell it on Ebay. I'm sure smiling sour cream could have fetched you BIG $$. (:

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    1. Oh, yes, I wish I would have thought of that!

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  4. Oh my word! That's so crazy. How amusing! I must admit, I really like sour cream. I like to take fresh honeydew melon, dip it in a little dab of sour cream and finish with a sprinkle of fresh nutmeg. Mmmmmmmm....

    Lemon Bundt cake sounds fab, too!

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    1. That should read freshly ground nutmeg, by the way. (I have my own nutmegs in a little glass jar and a hand grater.)

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    2. I don't even like nutmeg, but that sounds good the way you describe it. :)

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  5. I find smiley faces and hearts in my food a lot. I started taking pictures because no one believed me.
    I think it is foods way of apologizing to me for all the bugs, twigs, nails & plastic I have also found in my food.

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    1. I found a fly in my orange juice once, poured straight out of the new container! Yuck!! Had to throw the whole think away, didn't want to take a chance on ingesting his family too.

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  6. That was the sour cream smiling to tell you it had won, and you had succumbed to its wordly powers!

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    1. ha! I think you are right, Andrea!

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  7. Sour cream and its evil twin cottage cheese are unnatural in my book. Yuck. Ptui. Cottage cheese makes me gag just to smell it.

    Evil, evil, paranormal foods. (Although cottage cheese or ricotta in lasagne is good.)

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    1. mmmmmmmm, lasagna........

      and I have had pancakes with lemon and ricotta, wow!!

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  8. I THINK YOUR SOUR CREAM WAS SIMPLY HAPPY THAT YOU WERE GIVING IT AN OPPERTUNITY TO BE IN YOUR COMPANY!! SMILES ARE CONTAGIOUS I JUST RECIEVED A MIRACLE ONE MYSELF SO THIS MADE ME SMILE EVEN MORE THANKS AND YUM CAKE I LOVE CAKE!!!

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  9. Now I want a lemon bundt cake. The only way I eat sour cream is in chili - mix it right in there and you can't even tell it's there, except for the chili is yummier. And I can't really look at it until it's stirred all the way in. Even the name seems to suggest that you shouldn't eat it, no?

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    1. ha! that is so true about the name.

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  10. I love, love sour cream and could eat it strait from the container and then probably eat the container. I also love this post. What a good day!

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    1. You're crazy. But I am glad you like my post!

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  11. That is wonderful - what a lovely, sweet post! Sour cream in chocolate cake is nothing short of AWESOME... and that's not a word I bandy about lightly :-)

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    1. I think that will be next on my list to bake now. thanks for the idea.

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  12. That is amazing. Why didn't sour cream choose me? I've been eating that stuff ever since I can remember. My mother would put it on everything. Not fair.

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    1. Maybe the butter will wink at you instead?

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  13. That's adorable! I've drawn my own smiley faces in fresh peanut butter before but I've never found a face in my sour cream and I'm a big fan. Maybe the sour cream was out to try to convert you?

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    1. I think you are right. Sour cram might get a lot of converts that way.......

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  14. I actually love sour cream and don't buy it because I'll put it on almost everything. But hey that bundt cake sounds wonderful. And love that you got a smile before and after making it. Thanks.

    http://www.maandpafilms.blogspot.com

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  15. As a person that loves sour cream and buys it all the time, I will always feel cheated that my sour cream doesn't smile at me. Damn, my sour cream after I have been so loyal and slop it into and onto all manner of food, it denies me a sweet grin like your SC does. My sour cream is an ingrate.

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    1. ha! I will send my cheery sour cream over to your house to have a little chat with its rude cousin.

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  16. That is just fantastic. I want some smiling sour cream AND some lemon bundt cake. I'm pretty sure that would make my tummy smile, too. I will be thinking about this sour cream for the rest of the day and that's a little bit strange and wonderful.

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    1. thanks, TangledLou! The lemon cake was gone pretty fast. I took half to Tall's art teacher to be nice, and then I got home and realized that niceness is waaaaaayy overrated when you are down to that last piece. *sigh*

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  17. Oh wow that's brilliant! My boyfriend once drank a beer and the word 'call' had formed in the foam on the glass, that was a little strange!

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    1. this is so perplexing!!! who was he supposed to call? vodka?

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When you write a comment, it makes me feel like I won the lottery or at the very least like I ate an ice-cream sundae. (This has nothing to do with the fact that I did just eat an ice-cream sundae.)