We had a family barbeque on Saturday, which was lovely. (BBQ for, not of, the family, for the pedantic among you.) Ted even made baked beans, which om nom nom. :) I failed a third time to make decent ice cream, which is really pissing me off. I pride myself on my ability to make dessert, but custards are apparently not my strong suit. I have been given a non-custard recipe that Fred and Bryant swear by, so I guess I’ll have to try that. *sigh* Yesterday I went to…
Category: Daily Life
busy busy
First, I had better say go vote for The Last Days of Ancient Sunlight before Swan River Press totally kicks my ass. :) Second, I, who can go years without a business call, had TWO today. One was with my editor for revisions on SHAMAN RISES (which she really likes except the one part that totally doesn’t work, and which I cannot give to my brainstorming filter because I’m not bloody spoiling the last book after this long! We think we have it sorted now, but we’ll see.) and the…
ice cream, charming child & guinness
So far I have made one amazingly successful batch of vanilla ice cream, a frozen chocolate mousse, and a crystalized lump of strawberry blah. This is *not* my usual kind of treat-making record, and I’m perturbed by it. OTOH, I made these chocolate chip meringue cookies with leftover egg whites, and *they* turned out amazingly. Meringue is supposed to be hard to make, but historically I have very little trouble with things that are hard to make (we shall not speak of the first angel food cake, particularly since I…
busy day
Ted was off work today, so I brought the boys to the zoo, got them in on the family pass that has my name/picture on it, and went off to town to work. And work I did. I answered the critical emails that were piled up in my inbox and managed to triage another 500 or so. (And I still have 800 left, gah.) I spent time actually unflagging things because right now Gmail thinks EVERY EMAIL is Important, and I want to be able to use that feature for…
Sigh.
Unpacking shoes and hair styling things is like unpacking a paean to the person I obviously wish I was. :p Nearly unworn heels, bought in a fit of I don’t even know what, except the joy of having discovered heels that were wide enough for my feet. A couple pair have reasonably low heels; I remember thinking they might be walkable-in. And maybe they are, if I was someone else who wore clothes that one wears heels with. And walked less than an average of 5 miles a day. And.…