Now that my internet connection is working again I can catch up with some of the posts I missed due to online blackout. So here we go…
Months ago now, Asia (remember her from the Pierogi Party?) decided it was time to become a U.S. citizen. Apparently one has to have a green card for a certain number of years and meet a bunch of other requirements (and pay a hefty fee) to do this, but for Asia the time had come. So I told her back then that when the day came, I would make her a flag cake.
We were all quite interested in the road to citizenship. I figured that watching Ziva become a citizen last season on NCIS made me an expert, right? Not so much. There were forms to fill out, a test to pass (we won’t mention how many answers us natural-born citizens were fuzzy about), and finally, an oath to take.
I missed the ceremony as it was on the far side of the planet (aka across the DFW Metroplex) first thing in the morning but from all reports it was quite touching. The National Anthem and Lee Greenwood were both invoked. Naturally, our Polish Princess got the loudest applause.
So we’re all feeling mighty patriotic around the WoFfice these days. For all its flaws–and granted, they are many–I am thankful to be a citizen of the U.S. of A. Just one of many things to rejoice in this season of thanksgiving.
On a lighter note, I’m also grateful to Duff Goldman for his line of fondant. SO much easier to work with than that Wilton mess and Duff’s actually tastes good. Can you believe it? Fondant that tastes good . . . the world as we know it will never be the same.
Oh, and to save you the eyestrain, I did not manage to squeeze 50 stars onto the flag. There were 50 total on the cake, but only 40 where they shoulda been. I know somebody out there would have counted.