Boring problems with printer, too dull to go into, while I needed to print instructions, in between frantically making beads for the workshop I'm teaching, to replace the ones that have vanished, and fruitlessly searching for the pair of knitted slippers, my favorites, also vanished, and sudden plague of big black buzzing flies, now vanquished I think, ended with my deciding to bake. It warms the house, cheers me up, and Handsome Son is stopping in this evening, so he can test it out for me.
I thought I'd make my first ever poundcake, from the Moosewood Dessert book.
This came out pretty well, very nice color and texture, and I'd say nom nom. I replaced the vanilla essence with almond just to see, and it's okay, too.
So there's a slice across the street for my friend to come home to, with the empty dish she'd brought halvah over in last evening.
I blame Chinese hackers for the missing items. I bet they deleted them.
