The big "DONUT"

Another Sunday has come and gone...... which give me something new and interesting to tell you about.
So yesterday happened to be one of the hottest days of the year here in Iowa and Skinny decided he needed to go play golf at 7:45 in the morning , which meant I would need to haul him out to the course. I wasn't to excited about driving all the way out there, but if it meant a few hours alone in the apartment with peace and quiet, I was willing to do it. Skinny comes in at 7:15 all ready to hit the links, as I slowly crawl out of bed. I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth, then throw on some clothes and we were out the door. Half and hour later I was back to the apartment alone. It was nice and cool, so I decided to lay down on the couch to take a nap. I laid there for about 10 minutes and realized that I wasn't tired anymore, so I needed to find something to do. I walked in to the kitchen and remembered, I had gotten a box dessert I was going to make to take with us to the Parents. So on the oven goes..... as I pulled out the box and got all my ingredients out, then started to whip up my dessert. It was easy, some cake mix, oil, an egg and water... all mixed together and poured in to a pan. Quickly placed into the hot oven and we were on our way. Next came making the mousse that goes on top on the cake. So another mix into the bowl and some milk.....2 minutes later after whipping it a bit, the chocolate mousse is ready to chill in the fridge. I check on the cake, still 20 minutes to go on its cooking time. Dishes needed to be done, so I washed everything and wiped down the kitchen, found the cooling rake, just as the timer on the oven went off. The cake smelled so good when it came out I wanted to eat it then, but I didn't. I put it on the rake to cool for the recommended time......now I was tired. So I laid down on the couch to veg, for a bit.....an hour later... I was looking at the clock an realizing I needed to get that cake out of the pan. Back into the kitchen I went, to find a plate. With great ease the cake slide out of the pan and onto the plate.... I felt like Martha Steward!!! I put plastic wrap over the plate and went about my day, since I wouldn't need to put the whole thing together till right before we left for the parents.
Now remember how I said it was the hottest day of the year yesterday? Well about 4 in the afternoon it started to get a little warm in the apartment, since the air conditioner was now working overtime. I had a thought that I might want to put the dessert the rest of the way together, so it would then have time to firm up in the fridge. I then proceeded to pull out the mousse and unwrap the cake. I scoop the mousse on top of the cake and start to spread it to the edges, then I got out the Cool-whip and put that on top of the mousse. Everything was looking great, until I began to "drizzle" the chocolate sauce all over the top of my creation. The sauce was cold and came out in "blops" instead of nice,pretty lines. So out came a knife and TRIED.... I will repeat TRIED to make nice little swirls on chocolate. But it looked more like mess......so I just stopped and put it into the fridge, it didn't looked so good but I was sure it would taste good.
Now we jump up an hour and 1/2 forward in time........ and we are ready to head out the door to the parents... I carefully take the tort dessert out of the fridge and started out the door when Skinny says" what is up with the big DONUT?" .... Big Donut!!! are you kidding me??? I put my hard sweat and muscle into this TORT and he is calling it a big donut...... Whatever. I choose to ignore his comment and head downstairs to the car.
Now we get to the parents and I walk in with my creation, and neatly place it in the fridge. The meal goes fine and it is now dessert time..... when I pull the tort out, my step-father says..." nice cinnamon Roll... it's really big" cinnamon Roll???.....people give me a break is what I was thinking..... but before I can yell at him The Mother says..." it looks wonderful and it is a tort... you all will have a piece, since I'm sure it is delicious". She then begins to serve everyone a piece even my brother, who never eats dessert took a piece and ate it, without too much arguing.... and it was actually really good.... I was very impressed with myself. So I'm half like Martha Steward..... it may not look pretty but at least it tasted good. I'm still young and have time to improve.