I am noting a worrisome trend in my movie watching. I become oddly
attached to food movies. I have Chocolat, Fried Green Tomatoes, and
Like Water For Chocolate all sitting on my DVR. I watch Amelie and
nearly convince myself to buy a blowtorch so I can make perfect creme
I clearly should have become a pastry chef instead of having children.
The movie was very cute, I might add.
I did bake wee little doggie (yes, literally...for the dogs) pupcakes and bone shaped pb biscuits today.
Oh dear. I am finding myself tempted to bake all sorts of illogical
things. I want perfect ramekins full of orange souffle, dusted with
good cocoa. Now, why does this make no sense at all? Well, first and
foremost, while I very much like baking souffles, I do not like eating
them at all. I feel the same about custards and cheesecakes.
Nonetheless, I want to tiptoe about the house, hoping they rise, and
dust them carefully with cocoa before they fall, and enjoy the visual,
I have had only one glass of Chardonnay. Now,
while this might sound reasonable...my current wine glasses hold some
18 oz, so that was at least a 14 oz glass of Chardonnay. I may have
another here in a bit when the boy goes to sleep.
I'm off in the morning to finish Christmas shopping. I do not find this idea appealing.