I got me some BERRIES for Valentine’s Day.  My husband loves me because clearly he listened to me when we saw this company on Food Network the other night and I exclaimed: OMG, LOOK AT THOSE BERRIES!  I WANT ONE NOW!

While he couldn’t deliver the “now” part, he did deliver the scrumptious berries.  mmmmm :9 I love my boy!

Two weeks ago, I mentioned to a co-worker (who also happens to be my bosses uncle) that I had been trying to come up with a timeframe to give for leaving this company.  Ya know, two weeks won’t do when you are the CFO, and the Payroll Administrator, and the Human Resources Department, and the Insurance Consultant, and the...well you get it. 

One week ago, this co-worker told my boss about the plan.  Bossman had no response.  Nothing.  It was just all silence.  Maybe he just needed to digest the real fact that I will be leaving.

Last night, bossman was talking to another co-worker (who happens to be his brother-in-law (do we notice a pattern?) ) and asked him if he was “holding out on him”.  This co-worker had no clue what bossman was talking about.  So he proceeds to tell him that I was going to be moving away and he wanted to know everything he knew about this.  Said co-worker told him he knew nothing about it.

This morning, both of my co-workers told me about last nights conversation, while laughing hysterically.  Poor bossman.  He seems to be in a bit of a panic about all this, and I probably need to have a chat with him.  But it’ not like I’m leaving tomorrow, or next week, or even next month.  But, eventually, the plan is to move off this island and GET A HOUSE and have some (maybe possibly) non-fur babies.  So, realistically, this would mean that I would have to leave my current position…

While I know this is a huge change for both me and this company, it has to be done.  It eventually will happen.  I mean, it’s only a matter of time.  But I had every intention of giving the bossman at least 4-6 months notice, so I could hire and train someone else.  I’ve also been working on (in my spare time) a manual of sorts, which outlines all the procedures for everything I do.  I’ve never written such a thing before, and it might be a little too involved, but better safe than having them call me every single day after I leave, ya know?

So, I guess my point in all this is, I have to talk to the bossman.  I have to put his mind at ease.  I have to also tell him the inevitable...at some point, I will no longer be here.  That’s just the way it’s going to be.  This should be a fun conversation.

We’re in the process of planning our honeymoon...which as it stands, will take place between November 26th and Decemnber 5th (pending approval from the bossman).

I’ve seen some really great car/hotel rentals.  I mean REALLY great.

So as it stands, we’ll leave Long Island after work on the 23rd, drive to PA to pick up Sean’s neices and then drive south toward NC.  We’ll probably get a hotel room that night, and drive the rest of the way on Thanksgiving morning.  Ideally, we’d like to arrive at Sean’s brothers house by noon Thanksgiving Day.  We’ll spend Thanksgiving and the day after with his family.  Then on Saturday, we’ll take off for Myrtle Beach, SC.  (I don’t think I want to drive much further south than that, because the drive back will be a bitch)

Of course it will be too cold for beaching it, but that’s not really our speed.  Golf.  Fishing.  Hot Tubbing.  That’s where it’s at.

I can’t believe it’s this time already. I hated the idea of postponing our honeymoon, and now here it is.  Quickly approaching. 

I had this cake for the first time about 3 years ago.  It was some holiday.  Maybe Thanksgiving or Christmas in January.  We were at my sister’s house and she brought out this heavenly looking cake.  Chocolate.  With more chocolate.  And what look like chocolate bits.  I love chocolate bits.

I took a piece. And it was grand.  The best damn chocolate cake ever.  I immediately asked my sister where the hell she got it, because there was no way she made it.  Her mother-in-law she said.  I told her that she must get me the recipe.

3 years later...at my bridal shower, I got it! (my mom sent out recipe cards with the invitations and my sister’s mother-in-law put down The Best Damn Chocolate Cake Ever.  Or what she refers to as: Chocolate Sour Cream Cake (clearly though, The Best Damn Chocolate Cake Ever, fits better).

And today, I share…

4 eggs
1/2 cup warm water
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1 cup (1/2 pint) sour cream
1 package instant chocolate pudding
1 package intant chocolate cake mix
9 oz. chocolate chips (bits!) semi-sweet

Pre-heat oven to 350 degreess.

In large mixing bowl add eggs, water oil and sour cream.  Beat well.  Add instant chocolate pudding package and continue to beat. Then add package of chocolate cake mix.  Continue to beat until smooth.

Fold in bits.  Pour into greased bundt or tube pan.  (May I recommend the lovely stone?) and bake for 55-60 minutes.  Cool thoroughly before removing from baking dish.

Serve with warm chocolate and raspberry sauce.  or simply sprinkle with powdered sugar. 

[insert Homer Simpson drooling noise]

It took me 3 years to get this recipe.  Even though I asked for it every single time I saw my sister.  But it was so worth the wait. 

Enjoy!

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