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I am in love with this last week.
Because I was able to spend it with some of my favourite people. In Oregon. It’s hard to believe I’ll be heading back to Washington tomorrow morning.

I miss Bell so much. Even more than before. And that was already too much. I cried in bed last night reading a little note she had given me when we said goodbye.
But I am so thankful for all the memories we made together. I will keep them always.
Sneaking onto the roof with Bell and Candy, mugs and hot chocolate, quilts and Noel, stargazing and wishing on shooting stars.
Sitting on the kitchen floor.
Picnicking in the park with Jenn, Christie, Fran, Candy, and Bell.
Drinking oh so much tea.
Painting French words on teacups.
Bell driving.
Dudleys.
The Record Store.
Running around IKEA for hours, not wanting it to end. (…”there is a Chinese family in our bathroom”…)
Townshends. #79.
Late night chats.
Baking muffins and cinnamon morning buns.
Karate.
Sparklers in the street.

I need to stop. I might cry again. I’ll finish my tea. Clean up. Wait for La to come home. Then hit the Saturday market.
Might be a wedding tonight in my new dress.

Rain is pouring down outside where I am.

I have made two pie crusts this morning. Both failed. I don’t remember having such trouble with pie crust. I sold a bazillion pies when I was 12 or something and don’t remember such problems. I feel pathetic. I can’t bake a pie.
[One should not bake when in a bad temper. Failed baking only makes the temper worse.]

I hope you’re remembering the freedoms we so often take for granted.
I hope you have pretty pies.
I hope you don’t blow yourselves up.

What’s the deal?

Cupcakes are a huge deal lately.
There are mini cupcakes, jumbo cupcakes, the classic cupcake, and baby cakes. From cupcakes for weddings, to cupcakes for first birthdays- The options are endless.
Everybody is in love with The Cupcake.
It is a raging fashion trend.
It is Vogue.

What ever happened to the good old fashioned layer cake?
You know, the ones that you frost with a butter knife?
I can do those kind of cakes.
They are enjoyable. They are cute. They are tasty.

This cupcakes trend? I cannot do.
Seriously. Take a look at these.
This is todays failed attempt at chocolate brownie cupcakes.

No really. Did you see those? They are single serving crater lakes!
I don’t know why I even tried. They never turn out for me. I literally can only remember two or maybe three occasions where I baked tolerable cupcakes on my own.
Maybe I will devote an entire day to cupcake baking. Someday I will bake a nice cupcake. One day I will figure out what the deal is with my hideous cupcakes!

Alas!
I tried to save them with frosting.

You never would have known what faults my cupcakes had if I hadn’t told you…
…right?

[In all honesty, I have nothing against cupcakes. It’s only the ones that come out of my oven that I have problems with. ]

happy doughnut day.

It’s national doughnut day.
I had no idea there was such a day until my sister informed me.
So of course I made doughnuts today. Why not celebrate such a national holiday?
I actually ended up making raised and cake doughnuts.
I can’t decide which ones I like best. The raised doughnuts are so light and fluffy, but the hint of freshly grated nutmeg in the cake doughnuts is to die for.

I chocolate glazed some.

 

I left some plain.

And of course, I cinnamon-sugared the doughnut holes.

I can hear the coffee pot on the stove, I think it’s ready.
Mmmm… Time for Coffee and Doughnuts.

 

 

rummaging.

“It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day.  If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t)  you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her.  It is quite like tidying up drawers.  You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, hurriedly stowing that out of sight.  When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind, and on top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.”
-J. M. Barrie

I was remembering this bit today, while I rummaged through my own mind. I had to go find it and read it again.

O Happy Day.

O Death where’s your sting?
O How you have tasted defeat!

Alleluia, the stone has been rolled away
Alleluia, Jesus walked away from the grave.

Kitchen Time.

I has able to spend a week with Grace, my friend who lives in eastern Washington.  We tend to spend most of our times together in the kitchen. So I thought I would share a few pictures of the products our time together produced.

Quiche. For dinner.

Mmm, This chocolate truffle tart is one of the most amazing things. It’s so simple. But complexly delicious. And seriously gourmet.

This is the tart going into the oven.

Oh boy. Graces brother, Lewis turned 16 while I was there. For his birthday breakfast we made doughnuts. (Yes, it was an early morning for Grace and I.)

The chocolate glaze turned out perfect. And those sprinkles? They just scream birthday.

Even the doughnut holes, lightly cinnamon sugared, turned out amazingly yummy.

We also made these cupcakes for the birthday celebration. But before we could eat them we had to pack them for transportation… to Idaho and back… birthday surprises you know. There are almond cupcakes with almond frosting, and chocolate cupcakes with coffee frosting.

I had such a fun time with Grace. There are so many fun memories of our times together. I will never forget them. And they will always make me smile.