I made this lavender and lemon cake yesterday, with whole wheat pastry flour and reduced amounts of butter and sugar.
If this doesn’t sound appealing, then you might like the recipes Target included in their dorm life catalog.
One involves putting a bunch of candy bars and gum into a plastic bag and microwaving it. Roll it out flat and slice it up.
Then I suppose you are going to eat all that gum? Chew it till there is only gum left and spit it out? Not sure.
The other involves soaking Chex Mix (crackers and cereal and things), cheese, and beef jerky in diet soda, microwaving it, and serving it as a dip with crackers..
This is possibly the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard.
#1 son thought it might be a joke.
I am supposed to be in church singing in half an hour, and I am neithr dressed nor fed. In fact, I feel hungover and miserable. Not from late-night carousing, either. Yesterday I worked on my web site and the book proposal, did some housework, lolled around knitting, and then rather late in the evening I had an inspiration about said website and went back to the computer for an hour or two before going to bed. So I am still sleep-deprived. Tonight there will be an early night.
The book audition is coming along well, it seems to me. We spent a couple of hours and got four pages onto the screen.We did this by emailing back and forth and talking on the phone simulatneously.
“See the icon on the left that looks like a finger clicking on something? Click that. Now you can select the object.”
“No, I can’t.”
“Did you tell it that it was supposed to be a graphics box? It doesn’t know if you don’t tell it.”
“Aaaargh! I hate Adobe!”
That’s Chanthaboune, being dramatic.
“Okay. Now we need Sarcastic Girl. Hmm. I can’t get her.”
“I’ve got her.”
“She claims to be unimportable.”
“She’s in that file you sent me.”
“I know, but I can’t Place her. She says she’s unimportable. Never mind. I”ll just imagine her. I’m giving her a corner box.”
“Click the black arrow.”
“Hey! That’s so much better than the Select!”
My husband wandered by and asked what we were talking about.
“Music,” I said.
Okay. I have drunk my tea and now feel like a human being again.
A lightning shower, a slice of lavender and lemon cake, and I can stroll on over to church. Can I sing? Not yet sure, but it is possible.