Grandma Cathy's 7up Cake

In our family, a get together will hopefully mean Cathy will make her delicious 7 up cake. The cake part is so moist and the icing is not too sweet. Yum! It is just delicious. I managed to grab the recipe last time I was visiting and wanted to share.

2 Sticks Butter room temp
1/2 cup Shortening
5 eggs
1tsp Vanilla
3 cups Sugar
3 cups Flour
1 cup room temperature 7up

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Mix together butter, shortening, eggs and vanilla.
Once uniform, add sugar. Mix well.
Add flour. Mix well.

Bake for 1 hour and 15 minutes. Dark pan 1 hour and 30 minutes.
Cool and frost.

Icing
4 tbsp Flour
1 cup Milk
1 cup Butter
1 cup Sugar
s tsp Vanilla

Combine the flour and milk and heat until thick. Set aside and let cool completely.
Cream together the butter, sugar and vanilla. Mix in cooled flour and milk mixture until forms peaks.

Mustache

I love how sometimes I think about Grandpa and I go "Oh my gosh! Grandpa has a mustache!" And I do that often. In fact I did it earlier this week.

Tuesdays

When I was little I used to spend after school time with my grandmothers. Tuesday was my day at Noni and Grandpa's house. Noni would pick us up from St. Matthias and drive us to ballet. My favorite part was tap. The click click of tap shoes on wood is the best sound, especially when you are 8 years old. After dance she would take us to Krausers for a magazine, a candy bar to eat in the car home and a pint of Häagen-Dazs for after dinner. For me it was always the same. Teen Beat (or which ever magazine featured Kirk Cameron), a Whatchamacallit and vanilla swiss almond. We would watch the soaps with Noni got home or maybe stand on the trailer while Harvey ran around us like a lunatic. Michele and I would fight and Noni would have to threaten us with the wooden spoon. I don't remember if she ever used it, but it was sure scary to see her whip it out.

Grandpa would get home and we would have dinner. Kentucky Fried Chicken was a pretty regular thing for us to have. After dinner was ice cream (the full pint!) and TV. Grandpa liked to watch Uncle Floyd so we would too. Then it was home and to bed.