I searched the internets for a carrot cake recipe that I know I've made before. Turns out it's in one of my cookbooks. Heh. The brilliance of it is steamed pureed carrots and crushed pineapple. It's not crunchy or weird, just yummy. That is all. I'm now going to watch more Buck Rogers, which is entertaining on pain pills.

I made pumpkin scones. Lovely. It seems wrong that there's a second "p" in pumpkin. There was a burst of sun this morning, and my red maple looks extra brilliant and happy. I need to clean the house--at least do some laundry and move the summer and winter clothes around (or just have a giant closet) and do some dishes and throw away the weird stuff ( Read more... )

7 bananas, mushed ( Read more... )

I feel like a brown banana ( Read more... )

All that energy this morning took me to the farmers' market. Actually, Brett took me (#17) because he had to go anyway and offered to pick me up. So I showered like a madwoman and managed to be dressed and presentable by the time he came. I went nuts on tomatoes, peppers, leeks, a modest eggplant, crookneck squash, a sweet onion, and blueberries. ( Read more... )

I woke up way too early for a Saturday. I gave in to the un-Sandman (is there such a thing? I should write about that) and got up. It's cloudy. So far, I've turned on most of the lights, had coffee, invented a new blueberry muffin recipe, and accepted a dinner invitation from another guy from The Online Dating Site of Doom and/or Optimism.

Coffee: ( Read more... )

 Went to the doctor today (infection, again). It was far enough from work and close enough to quittin' time (or quittin' thinkin') that I came home to "clean the house."

So I'd better get out of my fancy-schmancy skirt and into something that won't make me cry if I get bleach on it and then go bleach things.

I sent my sister an article about ( Read more... )

Remember that cherry ice cream I made using coconut milk instead of dairy? Remember how I said it was a really pretty color, but tasted sort of like soap? Well, I made floats with it using this blood orange sparkling stuff I found at World Market, and it was wonderful. Not soapy at all! 

 Microwaved brussel sprouts are vile. Stir-fry them, or toss them on the grill, but none of that nasty steaming/boiling stuff. Now my microwave smells like a sewer. Ugh.

And it is a metaphor for my love life. I had to work it in somehow. 

The Family came for Easter dinner, arriving later than they planned but about the exact time I expected them (because they are always late, that's why ( Read more... )