Yesterday morning I came into the kitchen to find my husband up to his elbows in batter.
I was all: Oh! Are you making waffles?
And he was all: No, I'm making cake.
So I was all: Cake? As in.....coffee cake?
And he was all: No. Cake, as in lemon pound.
"Really?," I said. "Yup," he replied, "I figure you never know when it's your last day on earth, so you might as well have some cake to go with it."
His logic, at 6:30 in the morning, was so morbidly awesome I was simply at a loss for words.
So. Lemon pound cake for breakfast. Why not? That's my husband's job around here. He's the fun guy.
I'm the type who's more: Final call. Do I have any takers for a sewing circle? How about a spelling bee?
Thank goodness he's here to tip that scale.
I didn't even know she was into guys.
Well, she's not, apparently. Her overriding concern was whether or not she could have fruit salad at the reception, and should she consider a simple, elegant dress, or one that twirled when she spun around?
Dear reader, it seems inevitable that I need to take another break from Tollipop. I am just so behind with everything, it seems. I'm always a bit mournful this blog is the first thing to get cast off the lifeboat when it starts to sink.
If you were in a sinking lifeboat, what would you rather keep? A sweet, affectionate blog or a ton of surly boxes that need to get unpacked??
I'll be back once I'm halfway afloat.
p.s. and thank you for your lovely comments and curiosity about the creosote sachet...it made me realize what a fantastic way to share the essence of the desert! I am hoping to make more soon...xo