Approximately 9 dozen (or possibly slightly more) cookies so far this morning: chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, and snickerdoodles. One batch of blackberry jam. I was saved from having to make bread because I was down to a half cup of wheat flour, which wasn’t enough. Whew. One batch of strawberry-rhubarb left to make (must get to it, would like to be done by 10), and then there are essentially no raw materials left to bake with. Anybody want a cookie? In the meantime, Lithera has linked to a random facts…
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would someone please explain to me…
Would someone please explain to me why it is that when I have junk food in the house, I eat it even if it makes me feel bad, and even if I am consciously aware every time I get another piece of it that it is going to make me feel worse? I will, at the moment, attribute part of it to being stressed out, but it’s more like pathological stupidity. And yet I keep making the deliberate choice: yes, I’m going to eat this piece of fudge/this brownie/whatever. *sigh*…
cool friends
Argh. My entry just got eaten. Marith had an extraordinary dream. I think you should all go read it. Not only is the dream itself wonderfully creepy and fascinating, but she did a wonderful job writing it. I have made fudge, brownies, and two batches of jam. I think I shall make oatmeal cookies next, and maybe chocolate chip cookies after that. I believe I’ll be running low on raw materials by that time. Oooh. I could make snickerdoodles, too! And I’m going to ask if B&N objects to me…
making jam
today I am making jam. Actually, I’m done making jam because I’m out of jars. Have to get more this afternoon. I’m also going to make fudge and brownies so that I use up as much baking stuff as I can, and tonight we have to finish splitting out storage unit things from everything else, because Christ, it’s Wednesday, and the movers come Friday, and augh and gah and agh. The worst part is the mess. That’s why I feel so out of control. Everything’s a mess. I want it…
leaving on a jet plane
*radiates amusement and laughter* Okay. I’ve been mentioning this hither and thither without doing a real official announcement, and at this point people are starting to notice the hithering and the thithering and asking questions, so let me put it out here now: Ted, Shaun, and I are moving to Ireland. To answer the questions that are most often asked: 1. Yes, Ireland. 2. Because we can. 2a. Dual citizenship, far more interesting culinary opportunities than Anchorage provides, Catie’s immediate family have all moved over, tax benefits for writers, national…