Okay, okay. So it’s Wednesday, and that’s “Hump Day” right? You’re getting a little bored at work, yearning for the weekend – which is so close yet so far – and you need a little pick-me-up.
Well, I’m not sure if this is going to pick you up or prevent you from ever returning to my blog (now I don’t want that! Please do come back!) but I thought I’d give you an inside look at cottage week.
I mentioned before that cottage week is pretty silly. This year Sarah created the “Smore Challenge.” Basically we had to invent a new way to eat (or drink!) the Smore.
My fav? Foster’s Smore Martini, pictured here:
Notice the milk-chocolately goodness, the marshmallow fluff around the lip of the glass, and the crushed graham cracker crumbs. Yummy! This was such a hit that we had one every night, in addition to our regularly-scheduled smore.
To be honest, I didn’t have a whole lot of confidence in my smore. So I decided, instead of making it about the smore, how ’bout I make it about the presentation?! Huh, huh!!?
So in a last-ditch effort to save face, my chocolate-peanut butter-caramel-cookie smore became what I like to call “Freshly Baked.” And you should know that Freshly Baked is NOT ABOUT THE GRAHAM! It was never about the graham.
Here’s what I mean:
I know, I know, you’re probably wondering how I could describe this as a “last ditch” effort! I mean, it looks as though it took me at least a week to write and rehearse such a masterpiece. But the truth is that I wrote half of the script the night before I left for the cottage. I wrote the other half in my head on the drive (good memory). The song came about when I was rehearsing what I had with my mom. “This is good,” I said. “But it needs to finish strong. It needs a song!”
“Freshly Baked” was the first time I ever sang and played guitar at the same time. “Free Falling” is the only song I know how to play. I mean, I know that my voice can’t be compared to Christina Aguilera or Whitney Houston, but…do you think this number could land me a spot on Glee?
And why the title “Freshly Baked”? Inspiration from Sarah. You see, Sarah is a teacher. She instills morals and values and knowledge into young minds. She even blogs about the cute and funny kids in her class over here at “I Am Just A Teacher.”
So one day Sarah tells me about this little Asian boy in her class who has Aspergers. Every time he hands something in, like a homework sheet, a piece of chalk, or a permission form, he says, “Here you go, freshly baked!”
Anyway, hope that helped you get through your Hump Day. And in case you didn’t pick up on my sarcasm, I’m really not hoping to break into the world of broadway. Unless, of course, someone can hook me up with a vocal coach?