lolamatopoeia: (mozflash)
So I thought I should post since it feels like I've been quiet for a while, but then again it seems like everyone around here has been quiet the past little while, so ... In any case, I just thought I'd write a few quick notes, so here we go:


Since the incident with the onion chopping, I've now given myself two other cuts on the same hand. My hand is now covered in bandaids and I look a little ridiculous. So, alright Tudor may have had a point in his response to the chopping but that doesn't stop me from thinking he's an asshole for saying it (or, from preventing further injuries apparently).


I'm finally recovering from my cold only to find that now Tudor is getting sick (passive aggressive revenge) as well as a few of my coworkers. I win!


I finally watched 'Doubt'. It was excellent, absolutely excellent. It's one of those quietly wonderful movies that is all about subtleties and characters and, err ... doubt. I just wish that they hadn't framed the story so cheesily with two so very overt speeches/exclamations/references to doubt. Ok, ok, I get it - DOUBT!


I can't remember what I did on the weekend, except for Sunday. Saturday seems like a bit of blur for some reason ... oh, wait - yes, it was an event at work. I wasted nearly an entire day shopping for appropriate black shoes. I ended up getting a pair of black dress flats with a bit of a pointed toe that I'd been eyeing for a while. I bought them feeling satisfied since they're classics and you can't go wrong with those and then immediately regretted buying them part of the way home because they were 50 bucks and to me that is a lot of money. It's a lot of money especially considering that I will still need to buy myself a pair of black loafers and black heels (since I currently have no black shoes, save the new flats) on top of a pair of hiking boots/shoes and possibly even running shoes. All before I go to (and save my ass off for) New Zealand. I'm still undecided. I've been wearing them only indoors in case I have to return them. They're fairly comfortable and all, although I'm not sure I could wear them all day w/o supportive insoles, but they were 50 bucks and they're not everday shoes and ... ugh. I wish that things like this were not such a big deal to me. I wish that I had a whole bunch of disposable income for things like this but, you know, I likely never will.


On Sunday Tudor and I were thrilled to have some of our long lost, to Barrie, Ontario, university friends over for dinner and photos and cake and visits.

After many a stressful and sometimes failed dinner party I think Tudor and I may have found a system that works fairly well for us - he does most of the dinner cooking and I do most of the house/apartment cleaning. I get really stressed and frantic and anxious when I'm preparing for people to come over and so turning my craziness into a cleaning frenzy is super efficient. Plus, Tudor makes a kick ass asian pork tenderloin and garlic mashed potatoes. He has really impressed me with his cooking lately and I was glad to see our friends impressed with it too.

I had made a carrot cake a few days earlier and iced it with cream cheese icing (with orange zest) and it went over swimmingly and made me feel so proud. Even when my lovely boyfriend tried to scrape his icing off his portion, the rest of us protested and dived the cream cheesey goodness among us. Yeah, it was that good.

We went on what we call a 'photoroam' together, like old times, along the railroad tracks with our dogs. I was surrounded by these people who take amazing photos and I felt a little at a loss at some points. I think that I forgot how to take photos. I used to love just walking around with my camera and now I'm just a little confused by it and pretty self conscious about the whole thing. Pictures or no pictures, it was an incredibly enjoyable sunny walk after our dinner feast. That spring feeling in the air just made everything so much sweeter and some of my fondest memories have been tied to those sunny moments after dinner in the spring and summer time, strolling in the warm and the green.


I joined a 'Learn to Run' Clinic. It runs until May. I signed up yesterday and I had my first class tonight. I was so scared going in there, but it actually wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. It's a fairly big group, with only one male. We're all beginners and everyone seems really nice so far (except for the 3 or 4 people who showed up unapologeticly late - it's one thing to show up late, but 25 minutes late without a word of apology or any sense of shame, instead a stunning sense of entitlement, that bugs me /rant). Our run took place through the park and it was such a gorgeous evening. We did about 6 sets of 2 minutes of walking followed by 1 minute of running, and then the last leg was just straight walking. I didn't think that seemed like much on paper, and it was easier than I thought at certain points, but I can really feel it now. I feel like I've got some actual exercise in me and that feels great. I'm going to try and integrate the dog into this running, and I'm going to try my best to maintain this activity and maybe even some day consider myself a Runner. Some day. For now, I'm just proud of myself for going through with it.

How are you?
lolamatopoeia: (mozflash)
Today I got to help host a schmooze fest at work. It was just a big pain in the ass for everybody, but the food was delicious.

Today I watched the second last episode of The L Word with a new great friend of mine. I have to admit that I still don't love the show (I mean, it's alright) but spending that time with a friend is excellent. It's too bad I had to open up about how psychotic I am about ipod cases.

Today I got a response from that guy and the response was good (he agreed to make whichever one of the 3 to size and to replace the magnets) but it doesn't change the fact that I'm still kind of 'meh' about what he came up with. I'm not overly excited about any of them. I'm now considering just making up some sort of lie to get out of the deal and go somewhere else. I am an awful person.

Today I remembered that I forgot to mention that the party on Saturday went really well and the cupcakes went over fantastically, although I was still icing them up until the last minute. I did, however, get plenty of immature stink eye and weird comments from a group of girls there I hadn't met before who were pissed that I made cupcakes when they picked up a store-bought cake on the way over. Pfft. Take your hydrogenated oil-based and chemically dyed icing and shove it up your cake hole. I ignored the whole thing and got drunk. The birthday girl sent me an email the next day thanking me for the cupcakes and told me she preferred them over the cake. I am only ever competitive when it comes to baking.

Today, I am extraordinarily tired but unable to sleep because my body is still adjusting to daylight savings time.
lolamatopoeia: (marilyntiredhead)
I love to bake. I especially love baking for other people. I've never been too much of a cook - I mean I can definitely cook, but I looove to bake. I love the process and I love to see other people enjoying the fruits of that process. I'm usually pretty good at it too, and I'm so proud when others enjoy something I have baked for them. I just love to bake.

I was excited tonight since I planned to make two cakes for the joint birthday party, happening tomorrow night in Toronto, of two (fairly newish) friends. These people are just all around great people and so much fun to be around, so I wanted to make sure each of them had a birthday cake tomorrow night - even if the party is at the top floor of a bar.

I decided on my family's all-time favourite 'jiffy chocolate cake' recipe since it's always a crowd-pleaser, and a carrot cake since we have a whole whack load of carrots for some reason. I bought two cake tin sets so that I could make each a two layered cake. Super excited!

I made the chocolate cake first since I figured that would be the easy one, and because Tudor was still at the store picking up some ingredients for the carrot cake. I followed the recipe the same way I have for years, except that for the past while I've been substituting spelt flour for white flour. I've never experienced any real problems with this substitution - if anything, it's improved the baking. This time, however, something went terribly, terribly, wrong.

I got to watch, in horror, as the middles of my precious chocolate cakes sunk like stones in their last few minutes in the oven. This has never happened to me so didn't even really believe it at first. I took them out of the oven, placed them on the racks, pushed a toothpick through the centre of each to ensure they were done and walked away hoping that it was all just my imagination. Nope. They just kept getting worse and I've come to realize that they're just so beyond salvaging. I even dropped a chunk of one on the floor after it came apart and slipped through my hands while I tried to take it out of the pan. *Flop*.

I thought that the carrot cake would save me. I took time to lovingly grate the carrots and measure out the spices to substitute pumpkin pie mix and the dog and I got nice and sprayed with batter from the electric mixer but I thought yes, the carrot cake will save me!

I followed the recipe carefully, except for the spelt substitution, and oh so nervously placed them staggered in the oven. I watched through the oven door as they rose to a beautiful golden perfection and smiled - yes, the carrot cake is going to save me!

I timed their baking perfectly, according to the recipe, and inserted a toothpick in the centre of each and each one came out dry and clean. I proudly took each baked cake out of the oven and waited the required 10 minutes before taking them out of their pans to cool on the racks. I walked away knowing that those carrot cakes, those perfectly golden brown carrot cakes will save me! It will be a happy dual birthday for my friends and they will all enjoy my carrot cake! Rejoice for carrot cake!

After 10 minutes I hopped into the kitchen and joyfully took each carrot cake out of their pan and onto their cooling rack:



The raw dough centre of each cake seeped through my fingertips and I watched as the perfectly baked edges of my golden carrot cakes were all that made it to the eager cooling rack.

I immediately burst into tears.

Fuck it, these people are getting cupcakes.
lolamatopoeia: (straight in the eye)
I've been being so superficially productive lately! I mean, who cares if I haven't showered, shaved, or read significant amounts of school-related anything in a little while? I've baked! I've cleaned! I've read far more interesting materials!

My campus bookstore is having their annual booksale this year and the prices of certain texts are so ridiculously cheap, it's wonderful, refreshing, even! I was late for all of my appointments the day I discovered the sale. While I was pissed to see one of my course books on sale for 3.99 while I'd paid something like 21.95 for it a few months ago, I consoled my eager self by purchasing the previously too darned expensive The Joy of Cooking for 6.99 and a book about an imaginary beer-drinking, closet-dwelling giraffe named Jim who gives some British bloke advice on how to better fuck his wife, which I just couldn't bear to pass up. I'll be diving into that one as soon as I've finished my current distraction from texts such as this and this.

Also, with the combination of a few holiday gift cards and my sister's employee discount, I was finally able to get my hands on Gayla Trail's lovely gem of a gardening guide-book, You Grow Girl. I'm ridiculously excited about the prospect of growing my own herbs and watching my baby plants grow, joining a community garden, and making my new home a palace of greenery and no longer the palace of plant deaths! You Grow Girl

I cleaned my room last night and now it smells like oranges instead of assholes!

I made banana muffins today, via Lady Sra's recipe, because I don't eat my spotty bananas fast enough and I prefer baking to reading more theory, and they turned out fantasmically! I ate three just now!

Also, here's a vagina snake for you (taken from her(/e)):
Vagina Snake
Take that!


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