books and dessert: two of my favorite things!
I'm currently reading Georgette Heyer's The Masqueraders. (Oh, like you all didn't know my adoration for stories where the shero dresses as a boy!) I am in love with the sleepy Sir Anthony -- especially after the scene in which he proposes to Prudence -- and have just seen Markham get his comeuppance. Woo-hoo!
The only drawback is this book. It's a library book, and it reeks of mildew or something equally icky. I can't stop reading the story, but the actual book smells so bad, it's making me cough again!
The trial-run cake I baked this morning is delicious. Tomorrow's Phil's birthday party, and when I asked his friend if I could help out in any way, I was asked to bake the cake. Since I've never done anything quite like this -- simple as it is -- I did a test this morning to make sure of quantities and such. Yummy white cake with chocolate pudding on top! (Though Phil gets vanilla pudding tomorrow.) I just need to remember to call tomorrow to find out if I need to provide the candles, too, or if the party organizers are taking care of that.
Haven't finished his present yet, so I shall add an IOU in a postscript on his birthday card. It'll probably be done next week, though; it's not that big a project.
Shopped last night for some essentials, and of course, they have discounted Easter sweets right by the door. Gits. I didn't get a chocolate bunny from anyone this year, so I did buy one for myself, as well as some of those robin eggs that are malted milk balls with a candy shell over the chocolate. It's always fun to suck on the blue ones and then show off my electric blue tongue to anyone and everyone. (I may have been an old fart since I was three, but even I remember how to play once in a while.)
I have dishes to put away and more to wash, but I think once I wash the ones I need to do the cake tomorrow morning, I'll take Superchunk the Beastie Boy and retire to the sofa to finish this smelly book. I have lots of books to finish before they're all due a week from tomorrow: Frederica, a Jeeves novel, The Candy Shop War (I think that's what it's called), and The Picture of Dorian Grey. I may end up having to renew a few.
I just wish I had the patience for poetry.
The only drawback is this book. It's a library book, and it reeks of mildew or something equally icky. I can't stop reading the story, but the actual book smells so bad, it's making me cough again!
The trial-run cake I baked this morning is delicious. Tomorrow's Phil's birthday party, and when I asked his friend if I could help out in any way, I was asked to bake the cake. Since I've never done anything quite like this -- simple as it is -- I did a test this morning to make sure of quantities and such. Yummy white cake with chocolate pudding on top! (Though Phil gets vanilla pudding tomorrow.) I just need to remember to call tomorrow to find out if I need to provide the candles, too, or if the party organizers are taking care of that.
Haven't finished his present yet, so I shall add an IOU in a postscript on his birthday card. It'll probably be done next week, though; it's not that big a project.
Shopped last night for some essentials, and of course, they have discounted Easter sweets right by the door. Gits. I didn't get a chocolate bunny from anyone this year, so I did buy one for myself, as well as some of those robin eggs that are malted milk balls with a candy shell over the chocolate. It's always fun to suck on the blue ones and then show off my electric blue tongue to anyone and everyone. (I may have been an old fart since I was three, but even I remember how to play once in a while.)
I have dishes to put away and more to wash, but I think once I wash the ones I need to do the cake tomorrow morning, I'll take Superchunk the Beastie Boy and retire to the sofa to finish this smelly book. I have lots of books to finish before they're all due a week from tomorrow: Frederica, a Jeeves novel, The Candy Shop War (I think that's what it's called), and The Picture of Dorian Grey. I may end up having to renew a few.
I just wish I had the patience for poetry.