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ontologyI have two, well nigh perfect looking moist buttermilky chocolate cakes in the oven right now, and I am tiptoeing through the kitchen and checking on them furtively every minute or two in the terrified hope that they will stay that way. I have bad luck with things turning out to look nice.
Ah. I have just taken them out of the oven and they look splendid (except for the large fork marks on top for checking purposes, which will be covered with caramel icing later anyway). Now I am hoping that they taste as nice as they look. This is a reliable recipe which I have made many times, but some odd things went wrong during the mixing so I am worried. Also the caramel icing could go badly in the boiling stage. I do not make icing in a saucepan very often at all, but this I am craving (October! caramel! it is foreordained!), and anyway Jonathan's parents and sister are visiting this weekend and Mum invited them over to dinner and I am, as always, in charge of dessert, and when there are actual people who are not members of my family eating my desserts I like them to be right. (Actually I am a perfectionist and like them to be right all of the time, but realise that when there is no formality about them they taste perfectly fine even if they are oddly shaped or slightly squashy or crumbly or fallen half over.)
So, today I have been baking a lot, because not only have we company for dinner tomorrow, but The Gang is having a shindig at chez Jonathan, and I am yet again in charge of desserts, so I have two kinds of cookies, one of which is only a half batch because the other pan somehow managed to turn out utterly different in a very unpleasant way. Also I have two kinds of cookies because there will be a lot of people eating them.
Remind me to talk about my new oven sometime -- it is authentic vintage 1960s and endearingly quirky.
I have also had my first October apple, tart and crisp like some kind of seeded threshold into Autumn Proper. And I have wandered all over the house with my finger holding my place in The God of Small Things, baking cookies and cake and cleaning up from baking and cleaning up other things and daydreaming about being a bookseller. Last night I read the Borders Field Manual which was given to me upon my hiring. It has MIssion Statements and grand things of this nature, which I know are mostly Propaganda, but one of the things which it said was We Are All Booksellers (meaning All Of Us Who Work Here), and this gave me a warm sort of glow, because I am not a Sales Clerk, I am a Bookseller -- though mostly a Calendar Seller for now.
Suddenly I am fantastically sleepy. Bed for me.
Ah. I have just taken them out of the oven and they look splendid (except for the large fork marks on top for checking purposes, which will be covered with caramel icing later anyway). Now I am hoping that they taste as nice as they look. This is a reliable recipe which I have made many times, but some odd things went wrong during the mixing so I am worried. Also the caramel icing could go badly in the boiling stage. I do not make icing in a saucepan very often at all, but this I am craving (October! caramel! it is foreordained!), and anyway Jonathan's parents and sister are visiting this weekend and Mum invited them over to dinner and I am, as always, in charge of dessert, and when there are actual people who are not members of my family eating my desserts I like them to be right. (Actually I am a perfectionist and like them to be right all of the time, but realise that when there is no formality about them they taste perfectly fine even if they are oddly shaped or slightly squashy or crumbly or fallen half over.)
So, today I have been baking a lot, because not only have we company for dinner tomorrow, but The Gang is having a shindig at chez Jonathan, and I am yet again in charge of desserts, so I have two kinds of cookies, one of which is only a half batch because the other pan somehow managed to turn out utterly different in a very unpleasant way. Also I have two kinds of cookies because there will be a lot of people eating them.
Remind me to talk about my new oven sometime -- it is authentic vintage 1960s and endearingly quirky.
I have also had my first October apple, tart and crisp like some kind of seeded threshold into Autumn Proper. And I have wandered all over the house with my finger holding my place in The God of Small Things, baking cookies and cake and cleaning up from baking and cleaning up other things and daydreaming about being a bookseller. Last night I read the Borders Field Manual which was given to me upon my hiring. It has MIssion Statements and grand things of this nature, which I know are mostly Propaganda, but one of the things which it said was We Are All Booksellers (meaning All Of Us Who Work Here), and this gave me a warm sort of glow, because I am not a Sales Clerk, I am a Bookseller -- though mostly a Calendar Seller for now.
Suddenly I am fantastically sleepy. Bed for me.
