Good Lord, She's Back!

Now what? A margarita and...



Margarita cupcakes! From Vegan
Cupcakes Take Over The World.

My friend Jill, who told me about this cookbook, recommended these in particular. They are SOOOOO GOOOOOOD! I made them on Sunday since Pete was nice enough to bring some tequila with him when he came back from Boston on Saturday night. I think I did something wrong since the recipe claims to make a dozen cupcakes and I only got nine. They still came out like insanely delicious cupcakes. I ate two on Sunday, two on Monday, gave one to the UPS guy and Pete had one. So I made more today! I have plenty of icing left over from the first batch. I got a dozen this time so it'll be interesting to see how they are different from the last batch. They're still cooling. It shouldn't take long - we keep our house at sixty-one degrees. UUNGH!!!! (chest-pounding noise)

Further Mayhem...

...will probably have to wait. It's disappointing, I know. Since I spent the whole morning clowning around with pancakes, wigs, the camera and this blog I'm not sure I have time to get into the baked goods + alcohol part of my scheme today.

Plus I'm all out of tequila and it's snowing. We'll see how bad the weather is and how many other things I get done today and then I'll work on the tequila.

Would You Eat Pancakes Made By This Woman?

Who wants pancakes?



Twinkie pumpkin pancakes, to be exact!

Here they are flipped:



I overcooked the first batch and the Twinkies
caramelized. They were still good. A little more sophisticated tasting
than the properly cooked ones. You know, relatively.

C'mon - try 'em. Don't be shy...



Won't you try my pancakes?



I'll have some pancakes!

Mwwa Ha Ha Ha!

I've been slacking on the posts. Sorry. I have a lot to tell but I'm
trying to cut back on computer time. I've barely even checked my e-mail.

I've either been cranking in my studio or chipping ice off the walkway/driveway.

But today Pete went to Boston for a few days so I'm hatching some evil plans involving baked goods, alcohol and the green Cleopatra wig I just bought at Target. The onslaught starts tomorrow at breakfast.

BEWARE.

Here I Am At Precinct 3

I voted. I look happier about it in the picture than I was because it's raining into my eyes and I'm squinting.

I voted my head and not my heart this time. I'm usually a slave to my heart so the old ticker's pretty insulted. It understands though and has pretty much moved on. I think the rice krispy treat I got it at Whole Foods will help.

Actually, I did take another photo in which my face better reflected my feelings but I look cuter in this one.

Doom and Cupcakes

Here's one thing I haven't been missing: my overdeveloped sense of impending doom.

I had, in fact, forgotten all about it until I had a mini flash of it last Friday. I was heading out the side door of my in-laws' garage with Pete to go to the driving range. For some reason coming out of the dim garage into the warm Florida sun, looking at the cement paver in the grass and smelling the change from the garage smell to the outdoor smell brought on a mini bolt of doom.

It didn't stick but it did remind me that there are times when that sense of doom is a constant companion. I sure wish I could figure out what's keeping it at bay. I'd like to do more of whatever that is.

Also, I made vegan cupcakes last night. Gingerbread with lemon cream cheese frosting (soy cream cheese) and Red Velvet. They were out of control. The verdict: Vegan Cupcakes Take Over The World is an excellent cookbook.

I had never tried soy yogurt or soy cream cheese before. They're okay. I don't think I'd eat them plain though. In cupcakes they're divine.

A Nice Break

You probably don't want to hear about it but Pete and I have managed to shirk all of our responsibilities for a few days and we've gone down to Florida to visit his parents.

Usually when I go to Florida the weather turns and there's a cold snap or lots of rain. Not this time. It's perfect. 77 degrees and mostly sunny.

Yesterday we had lunch on the beach with Pete's Mom. Dolphins frolicked in the Indian River just yards from our table at dinner last night. This morning Pete and I each hit a bucket of balls at the local driving range/second-hand store.

We left Fay at home with a really nice dog-sitter (Thanks Michaela K!) so I can even sleep through the night without having to take "anyone" out.

But it's all over today. In an hour or so Pete and I will head off in the rental car over to the Orlando airport. The weather back in Boston is rainy (sleety? Who knows?) and high thirties. I can't complain. I had a nice break.