To get me in the proper baking mood, I threw on shorts and a t-shirt and slipped an apron over top; then did my hair as Erin McKenna as possible and set Frank on. Oven preheated, ingredients lined up, and BabyCakes open to raspberry scones, I began to bake, being careful to be as precise as possible as instructed by Erin.
As all the ingredients came together to form the batter, I was getting excited. I felt so domestic! Ah! I think I could bake forever. Raspberries folded in, the batter was ready for the parchment paper. Scoop, scrape, splat, and into the oven. I don't know which was harder, waiting for them to bake or waiting for them to cool. Oh, but once, they cooled, they were decadent. The glory of delicious gluten-free pastries! Thank you, Father!
The only joy that comes close to the joy which comes from eating good food, is the joy which comes from listening to new music. Modcloth posted a summer playlist with a free download. Righteous. I so enjoy indie. I could feel my ears smiling as I listened to Weltschmerz (Smitten Song) by Lacrymosa.
To end the day, well, that portion of my day, my brother and I took a walk. I had him wear my "sweet-action" shades. They looked pretty good on him, but then there isn't very much that doesn't.
The work aspect of my day is not worth writing about. Sleep calls, and will not go unanswered. "Hello?"
