Thanksgiving Dinner

I was baking a special fruit-like cake at my aunt's house in Salt Lake City. I was having trouble locating all of the ingredients, and people just started putting in random things like onions and shredded zucchini and dumb things like that. The onions were not even cut... just sliced. I was trying to find all the correct spices, and someone put in a huge amount of water that made the whole mixture just a bowl-ful of water. So, I had to start over. I don't even know who all the people were who were "helping me" with the recipe, but it happened AGAIN- the whole water bit- to an even greater extent. What made it worse was the jumble of social noises (laughing, talking, etc.) from the next room over- my whole extended family was just having a grand time without me. Every once in awhile my mom would come in and check on my progress, and was shocked by how long it was taking me to make a relatively simple recipe. We were out of some of the ingredients, so my aunt agreed to take me back to my house, or my family's house, which was in South Salt Lake County. When we came back, Kendall and Carly Smith (friends from swimming) were there, and had made the cakes already. What did they use instead of flour for the cake? Crisco vegetable shortening. It didn't make sense to me in the dream, and it doesn't make sense now. The grossest part was that Kendall was licking the spoon that had spooned in all that shortening. Ick. I was so disappointed that I didn't get to make my cake, and spent all of Thanksgiving (which I would have liked to spend with my family) in the kitchen making a gross fruit cake. ugh.

*Disclaimers* I don't make fruit cake. My aunt does not live in Salt Lake. My family does not live in South Salt Lake. I am a good cook and a terrific speed baker. It just does not work so well when I try to bake with my eyes half closed (like they are in most of my dreams).