I promised to make cookies for #1's school party and when my friend Freefader showed me this website, I had to give them a shot. The cookies are chocolate and it was my first time using royal icing. I used pasteurized egg whites so hopefully no 2nd graders will be getting salmonella. You have a belly ache, Little Timmy? It must be all the Halloween candy! Wasn't those cookies Ms. Zoysia gave you, was it?
These were fun to make, and the more I used the icing, the more I got the hang of it.
I'll probably edit this post later in the day when pumpkins are lit and boys are costumed, but till then, have a lovely day and a spooky evening!
In regards to my last post: Whilst looking on Youtube for a Warren Zevon version of Poor, Poor Pitiful Me, I came across his last interview with Letterman, which really worked me over good, and got me to thinking about how precious everything we experience really is. So, while I do not have a great photo of a sandwich to show off, here's Letterman and Zevon both showing what they are made of. This is the first part of 4 available on Youtube, if you care to watch the whole thing.
And here's what kind of flower I am at this point in my life:
So, I'm over this self pity and happy to be here. I've restarted the February Sweater and harvested my basil, zinnia, and marigold seeds. I hope everyone is having a lovely Autumn.
Smooches.
PS: It's completely ironic that cannas have always grossed me out. Their flowers turn to slime when they're done, but so be it!
I've been feeling pretty shitty lately. There's been family drama, Hank stress, and general dissatisfaction. Part of it is hormonal, too. You know. But even though I know all this will fade and pass, I'm wallowing in it right now.
Even knitting is grumping me out. I had gotten past the 3rd button hole on the February sweater and decided to count my stitches to see how much farther I had to go before the next step. I was over the stitch count I needed, but not over in a way that would suggest I had done too many increase rows. I started counting sections and it turns out one of the front sections was 9 stitches over. I'm not sure what I did, but I think it had to do with the button holes. So guess what I did. I ripped that sucker to within the original first 3 rows. There was no fudge room. It was 9 stitches. How disheartening. But I'm not one to accept a crappy result, especially when the yarn is so expensive. I'll just chalk it up to experience and remember to check my stitch count more often.
I don't feel like messing with it any more today. I'll come back to it when I'm feeling less pissy.
To add to my feeling of doom and gloom, I watched The Other Boleyn Girl several nights ago. I read the book quite some time ago and enjoyed it. I have always been intrigued with the story of Anne, Henry & Elizabeth. It's so tragic. For some reason, I always get caught up in the story and am a little surprised by the ending. Not like I didn't know it was coming, but surprised that it actually happened. I don't know how to explain it, but it breaks my heart every time. Anyway, probably not the best movie for someone wallowing in pseudo-depression.
Poor, Anne, poor Marie Antoinette, poor Marilyn.
EDIT: I've added pics of garlic rosemary salmon with roasted new potatoes & chocolate star cupcakes, cuz carbs always make me feel better.
