…this morning: – clean the kitchen – empty the fridge of all the stuff ruined by the Great Power Outage of 2011 – eye the freezer to try to determine if things were ruined by the GPO2011 – go buy some essentials like milk & baby yogurt to replace the above etc etc etc – get laundry started …today: – get a shopping order put in – buy tickets to Chess – tidy and ideally vacuum the living room …in the next 24 hours: – get books signed, enveloped, and…
best cake: not
Well, after tasting the batter and the frosting, I have to say that the so-called best cake ever tasted exactly like I thought it would, which is to say, it tastes like a box cake. That was a lot of trouble to go to to make a box cake. And I weep for anybody who thinks that’s the best cake ever. I’m embarrassed to send it to Ted’s work.
*sigh*
ok, anybody know how to set up captcha on LJ? I’m starting to get porn site spam there (after, y’know, only ten years of using it) and just don’t want to deal with it.
best frosting ever?
I have just made a frosting billed as the best ever, but I’m afraid I’m underwhelmed. I like my roughshod buttercream better, though I will say it is a very light fluffy icing. It’s just that it tastes to me like something you’d get on a commercial cake, and why anybody would want to replicate that flavor at home is beyond me. I have put chocolate into the frosting now, which makes it taste slightly less commercial, so that helps, and I have put it all on top of what…
International Women’s Day
“The thing is,” my mother said to me the other day, “you’re not a feminist.” “I’m not?” I said in some surprise, having always vaguely thought of myself as such. “No,” she said. “Feminists, at least in the main, feel strongly about underrepresentation of women, whereas you recognize that while it might not be the way it’s spozed to be, it’s the way it is.” I suspect this is largely true. I do subscribe to the radical idea (and to me amusing definition of feminism) that women are people too,…