Colonoscopies and other forms of photography

Easter Sunday, Babycakes wakes me up with a talk ongetting our affairs in order. He talks about the importance of sticking to a budget, putting aside as much as possible, blah, blah. I have to tell you, I was face down in a puddle of my own drool. Yesterday’smascara was giving panda eyes a run for their money.

Being the Angel that I am, I forgave the lack of “Happy Easter, my one true
love”. I asked Babycakes where this was all coming from. He let me know
he had just had a large, fresh, bright red, rectal bleed.

I broke out into a cold sweat.

Babycakes’ father and a significant number paternal uncles and aunts all have been
diagnosed with late stage colorectal cancer. Their family photo is in Webster’s next to “family history”.

For this reason, I have always promised Babycakes his 35th birthday would
consist of an all-expenses paid trip for a full colonoscopy (courtesy of

Seems Fate had beat me to the punchline.

Fast-forward to last Tuesday. Babycakes had the offending Polyp removed. Benign.
Phew! But in his Sigmoid Colon no doubt. It just got real.

Bet you wonder why you haven’t heard from me in a while.

My beautiful little cousin, lost his battle with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.

People often extol the virtues of the deceased. I won’t be doing that.

Instead, I will tell you the Truth.

He was my Chocolate Lava Cake. Fools you into thinking, it is just any
other Chocolate cake. But touch the surface, it crumbles, revealing a beautiful, warm, silky smooth, soft, spicy center. Sweet. Curling your toes as it fills you with love and joy. Your arms wrap around the bowl, just as it’s getting good. Then all of a sudden, gone too soon.

Make God Laugh, Stephen.

I’ve only just started cooking again.

I’m making my own bread!

With a bread-maker.

I’m not entirely a glutton for punishment.


E came over on Friday. It was bittersweet – another mommy sailing off into the
working sunset. We tucked into some lemon and poppy seed muffins (Recipe next post… still tweaking)


The recipe is an homage to our Leader – Pamela Druckermann. Long may she reign.

I had HIH over for a business meeting today. It was good to see her again. Play-doh is the ultimate entertainer. HIH’s Numero Uno had us in stitches.

When she asked him if her model snail could come over to his side of the table for a play, he replied ” yes… right, in here”, pointedly nudging her hand to the play-doh ice cream press!

And just like that. I felt myself truly laugh for the first time in the last 2 weeks.

I made some lovely Beignets. Today was a New Orleans kinda morning. I wish. Must be having The Princess & the Frog on loop in the background.

Sorry Gals, no rocket-fuel today – my Cafetiere is broken.



Needless to say, The Diet is on hold. Just this week, then I’ll be good… Said ten Ton Tessie.

Word(s) of the Day

Our Leader – Pamela Druckermann. Author of French Children Don’t Throw Food.

I’m Betty, and Butter is a story of a full-time suburban SAHM ( Stay-At-Home-Mom) who practices Medicine in her spare time. My life heavily revolves around Babycakes, my husband, Bobby and Ben, my children and an acerbic tongued pug D’Artagnan.

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