My birthday person at school had her birthday today. So yesterday I took goodies in for her and the staff. I was trying to come up with something good and easy. Laura and Charme' suggested dump cake. I have never made dump cake before. Well I went by the store and picked up the ingredients to make not one but two cakes. I made one for school and one for Ken. It was a hit at school and at home. It was so easy.
Dump Cake
1 yellow cake mix
1 20 oz can crushed pineapple
1 can cherry pie filling
2 sticks of butter
1/2 cup nuts (optional
350 degrees. Layer the ingredients in a 13 x 9 pan. First pineapple, cherry pie filling, cake mix, slices of butter, and then the optional butter. Bake for 1 hour.
I added some Gardettos, baked wheat thins, black bean and roasted garlic chips, and some French onion dip. It was all gone.
I am so cold. Ken wanted to turn the heat on a week or so ago, but I asked him to wait until net month. He did, but we have a wonderful cozy fire in the fireplace. I love having a fire in the fireplace and the cozy feeling it puts out. We went out to get donuts this morning and found the young couple who use to own the donut shop on Harrison. Now they own one on Kickapoo. Cool. Then we went out east of town to a friends barn sale. We took the big red dog with us. He enjoyed getting out and smelling all the new smells. Then we went by and saw where Kevin was doing some work downtown. Luckily we got to see Kenny, our oldest son, too. We went to pay the truck payment. On the way we saw a car show in the park. So we took Rusty to the car show too. Then Ken worked on the roof and I sewed. He is thinking about making a deal with a guy to finish the roof in exchange for the old red truck. I just hope the guy knows how to roof!
I watched the OU game and kept up with the OSU game while I was sewing. Good day in Oklahoma. I talked to Kayla and Janet today. Austin sent me a picture of his awesome new Cowboy bench. I don't know where he got it or where he is putting it, but it sure is way cool.
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