In which I eat cake.
July 29th, 2003
I was all curled up on the couch a moment ago with my crossword, a cup of Irish Breakfast tea, and some cake for breakfast. It was very lovely. I never have been much of a cake fan, but this tea cake I made last night is really good. I didn't have enough butter and so had to use some margarine, which was kind of weird texture-wise, but overall the cake is nice. It's light, and not too sweet. I will have to try this again.
Now that I am on a little vacation until I start work on August 18th, I have been playing around with more baking. I always classify myself as more of a cook rather than a baker. I can make pastry and bread alright, but my cookies are always gross and my cakes too. I think part of the problem is that I have lost my sweet tooth lately, so all the things like cookies and cakes and tarts and things do not appeal to me much at all. When I make them, and then taste them, they always disappoint me and make me feel like I wasted all that effort, time and ingredients. So, I have been making things here and there to practice. Chris is on the verge of saying "no more!" because he can't stop eating everthing and he thinks it is too much of a temptation. I on the other hand, am rarely tempted by what I make so it languishes until it goes stale or mouldy and I throw it out.
This cake is good, though. Even I think so. Did I ever tell you that two girls I used to babysit when they were very little called me Cake? They couldn't say Kate. It was very very adorable.
I'll ask a question out into the ether: Has anyone ever had a crush on a literary character? I'm kind of embarassing myself with this. I dream about this person every once in a while and I spend a lot of time imagining storylines. Maybe my brain is writing novels and I am just along for the ride. I have been having vivid dreams lately. Long, involved breathless complicated dreams that span many night's worth of dreaming. Usually epic and sometimes bizarre. I should write them down. Maybe there is a germ of a story in there.
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I've been feeling vaguely unwell for the past couple of days. Chris has as well. I was kind of concerned that maybe I had given us food poisoning, but we both aren't really sick to our stomachs. I am feeling extreme lethargy, with headaches and my eyes don't seem to want to work quite right. I can usually get one to focus on the screen or page or whatever it is I am doing, but the other one feels like it is spinning around randomly like a kite zigzagging on the end of its string. That isn't a very good description but it is how I feel. I think that is eyestrain.
We both have been very tired at the end of the day, so much so that it is an effort to get to bed. I am hoping that the headaches etc. are maybe allergies combined with great thunderheads and pressure changes and the like zinging around in the atmosphere.
Tonight I have been watching the first X-men movie with the commentary on. It's been quite interesting so far. Brian Singer and the guy with him (something Peck I believe...George?) have a good rapport and they have kept the conversation moving along, throwing in insight about certain scenes, joking about situations etc. It's been fun.
Approaching Kilter is on a little hiatus because I haven't been on the bike lately due to some knee problems.
Books I have Read Lately:
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