
I was blessed with a day off today which included a trip to a mega Borders. Having spent the day alone, I naturally had an abundance of words left to use and S was the lucky recipient of a shelf- by-shelf description of the store. At the end of the monolog (during which he did his best to show an inordinate amount of interest, being a library shelver and all), I noticed he had vased the first iris blooms for his desk. I commented on how they look like beautiful fluffy ladies. He replied with a hint of respectful exasperation, "Yeah, except they don't talk."
Do men have listening quotas? If so, I believe I exceeded Seth's today.


My sister is the cupcake queen and sent me her favorite recipe. To start, the batter takes two cups of sugar, five eggs and 3/4 pound of butter. The frosting (which she said, "Use NO substitute for the icing! The pair are meant for each other!) uses one pound of cream cheese, 3/4 pound of butter and 1.5 pounds of powdered sugar. The yield? 18-20 cupcakes.
M is earning the baking charm for girls' club and so tonight, while the boys were at youth group, we mixed up a batch. OH MY GOSHNESS! First of all, it was very difficult to NOT lick our fingers while mixing the batter and virtually impossible once we got to the frosting. I decided half way through the process that we definitely had to share some of this goodness with a couple families at church. We frosted then packaged several on a doily bedecked plate and burdened another Mr. Incredible plate (for the youth group leader) with a few more.
After making our deliveries and returning home with the boys, I chose my cupcake from the cooling rack and plopped myself in the easy chair to watch the PBS offerings and wind down for the night. Before turning on the T.V., I took the first bite. Yes. They were DEFINITELY as good as they looked. If you could only eat one cupcake a year, this would be the one. Enjoying every morsel, I couldn't help but wonder how many calories where in this delectable treat and for how long and how far I would have to walk to burn it off.
click. turn on t.v. The feature presentation? "Fat: What No One is Telling You. An examination of the obesity epidemic." Coincidence? I think not.......