Like everyone and their brother (and sister, and second cousin twice removed and ex-mother in law and all their old high school friends), I ventured out for a Target run on Saturday morning.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I picked up the cutest summer tank top; navy blue with little pineapples sprinkled all over it. It was $9 on the clearance rack. I couldn’t resist.
I waltzed through the aisles, enjoying some “me” time, congratulating myself in my head over the smart purchases I was making.
Then, as I was about to open up the freezer door to procure the Cool Whip needed to make what Hubs refers to as my “Boob Cake” (explanation and recipe will be found at the end of this post), which was to be shared at a BBQ with church members that evening, I was approached by a bespectacled woman with jet black hair in her 60’s who announced that she and her friend were with the “Church of God”. I told her curtly that I had my own church, thankyouverymuch. That shut her up right quick.
In retrospect, I should have retorted that I in fact was a member of the “Church of Satan”. You know, just to see the look on her face.
As I proceeded to gather the rest of the items on my shopping list, I found myself seething about this interaction. I went from ” I ought to notify Target management that these church people are accosting random shoppers” to “this is precisely what turns people off to church/religion”, to “how condescending that this woman would presume that I am not an upstanding church member and Christian”?
So there went my Target shopping buzz.
Once all my items were in my cart, I moseyed over to one of the checkout lines. I’m thinking to myself “it feels so oddly quiet and still. And why are the lines so freaking long?”. I was informed by the woman in front of me that there had just been an announcement that all of the registers were down. Uggh.
So while processing this information and determining what choices I could/should make in this situation, my eye catches a cool looking Led Zeppelin t-shirt worn by a slightly disheveled looking middle aged guy with glasses. He then turns his back to me.
You know how in public sometimes, you happen upon men (and sometimes women, to be fair) who have chosen to wear ill-fitting pants? Like saggy-ass pants hung low enough to see a little crack?
Well, this guy went above and beyond in the saggy-ass category. His entire, bare, mind you-as in Full Commando, skinny ass was on full display. And it appeared to have a rash on it. He didn’t pull up his drawers for a full 3 seconds, so that is how I was able to ascertain that he is in need of some diaper rash ointment. Perhaps that is what he had in his bucket.
Wow. Just wow. Right?
Then a young female Target employee notified all of us that complimentary Starbucks was available for the taking and that they would save our filled shopping carts for up to two days. I opted to abandon my cart and head to the Starbucks inside the store. The line, of course, was far too long to justify a free Chocoloco latte chai frappe cappucino, so I headed out and purchased my grocery items at the Sprouts next door.
Now that the sheer horror of the downed registers has passed, I will be making a quick trip to Target in the next couple of days.
God, I hope that damn pineapple shirt is there waiting for me.
Strawberry Banana Marquise (aka Boob cake):
Quick story about this, my favorite favorite summer dessert: I found the recipe online eons ago and printed it out. First time I made it, I marveled at how pretty it looked, what with the fluffy white Cool Whip covering the mound of angel food cake/vanilla pudding/bananas combo with a whole strawberry perched on top of it. Hubs advised me it looked like a big white boob. Hardy Har har.
Here’s the recipe:
Keep in mind the whole process, start to finish, takes about 4 1/2 hours!
1 12-16 oz. prepared angel food cake
2 cups sliced strawberries (plus 9 whole strawberries for garnish)
1/2 cup strawberry preserves
1 3.4 oz. package instant vanilla pudding mix
1 1/4 cup skim milk
2 ripe bananas
1 12 oz. container Cool Whip
Line a 3 qt. bowl with plastic wrap. Slice the cake into 20 pieces. In a small bowl, combine the sliced strawberries with the strawberry preserves and set aside.
In a medium bowl, prepare the pudding according to package directions-but only use 1 1/4 cup milk, stirring until the pudding thickens. Fold in 2 cups of the Cool Whip; refrigerate the rest.
Slice the bananas into the strawberry mixture and stir well to coat them.
Cover the bottom of the lined bowl with 4-5 cake slices. Cover with half of the strawberry-banana mixture and spread evenly. Cover with half of the pudding mixture and spread that evenly. Add a layer of cake slices (maybe 7), pressing lightly. Repeat layers of strawberry-banana mixture and pudding mixture. Finish with a last layer of about 8 cake slices, pressing lightly. Wrap bowl in plastic and refrigerate at least 4 hours.
Just before serving, remove outer plastic wrap and cover bowl with serving plate and invert. Remove bowl and plastic wrap. Frost with remaining Cool Ship. Slice the remaining strawberries in half lengthwise and space evenly around the bottom of the finished marquise. Slice to serve.
6 thoughts on “A supposedly simple trip to Target”
Rhonda, I laughed all the way through this! I heard about every. single. Target. going down. Wow! How the hell does that happen? I wonder if we’ve heard the last of this. Anyway, I hope you got the tank top! Uhm, also, is it wrong of me to want to see a picture of your Boob cake? I’d consider making it because it sounds really good; however, I don’t have 4 1/2 hours worth of patience. Also, yeah, you should have notified management about being accosted. No one likes that. My thoughts are that people know when these folks are out in the neighborhood and no one answers their doors anymore so they are now trying to “witness” to the shoppers of the land! Ugh. BTW, if we ever meet in person, don’t expect me to buy you a coffee. You drink a moco-loco-whiz-bang-what, again? LOL.
Thanks for you comments-glad I gave you a giggle! Next time I make the Boob cake, I’ll be sure to take a picture and share it. The only “active” part is maybe 30 minutes; it’s that it has to chill out in the fridge for 4 hours before serving. If we ever met in person, I’d probably have a nice glass of Pinot Grigio 🙂
The cake sounds yummy, but I don’t quite get the boob image. Maybe I’m not visualizing it correctly. 😉
Also, on the woman in Target, I can’t figure out a good response for them either. I know they believe what they’re doing is good and if it helps only one person it’s worth it, but they never consider how many they’re turning off.
Now I must create this cake and take a picture of it. Thanks for the push my dear! Great insight about the weird church lady. It really got my hackles up.
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