Baking under a red moon
There's a red moon on the horizon; an old sign of blood being spilt and death approaching - at the very least a bad omen. Not that I care; I'm baking and I'm not superstitious in the least. And what a cake I'm baking! I've tweaked the recipe for a thing called Devil's Chocolate Cake and my version of it is now officially called Oh, Jerry (dedicated, of course, to Amber - ask if you don't get the reference). It's unnecessarily delicious, if you don't mind me saying so. There's just too many good things in it for it not to be delicious.
Like scotch whiskey and dark chocolate of the best sort, and peach jam in the glazing. Topping? Icing? Whatever. It's delicious. In fact, I think I'm going to be selfish and keep the recipe to myself, unlike my excellent cookie recipe, which I will happily share. That's not my own, you see. But I feel rather possessive of things that are my own; a good recipe is like a good invention - it should be patented. So I probably won't share my Oh, Jerry recipe.
But I'll share the cake! Tomorrow, when my parents come home from vacation, I'll be a good girl and share. I love sharing food I've made; it makes one feel accomplished when people like what one makes. Also, I'm going hunting for bilberries tomorrow, and perhaps Oh, Jerry would taste just as good with a sprinkling of bilberries? One can but try.
Oh, and stupid customers? I strongly dislike them. When working in a bookshop, you think you'll be safe from the most idiotic of them, but apparently not. Some of them are so ridiculously annoying that I want to throw them out.
Like scotch whiskey and dark chocolate of the best sort, and peach jam in the glazing. Topping? Icing? Whatever. It's delicious. In fact, I think I'm going to be selfish and keep the recipe to myself, unlike my excellent cookie recipe, which I will happily share. That's not my own, you see. But I feel rather possessive of things that are my own; a good recipe is like a good invention - it should be patented. So I probably won't share my Oh, Jerry recipe.
But I'll share the cake! Tomorrow, when my parents come home from vacation, I'll be a good girl and share. I love sharing food I've made; it makes one feel accomplished when people like what one makes. Also, I'm going hunting for bilberries tomorrow, and perhaps Oh, Jerry would taste just as good with a sprinkling of bilberries? One can but try.
Oh, and stupid customers? I strongly dislike them. When working in a bookshop, you think you'll be safe from the most idiotic of them, but apparently not. Some of them are so ridiculously annoying that I want to throw them out.