May. 20th, 2006 04:35 pm
spidersweb1: (spider)
Cakes acoomplished; bread rising. Laundry drying. 1 trip to Kmart, down. About to take dog on long, slow (lazy?) walk.

I am going to dinner or a movie or both tonight. [ profile] nonspecificwill be joining me for some part of that. If'n you wanna join us, comment or call!
spidersweb1: (bowl)
It's a dangerous thing, this Teacher Appreciation week. Each day at lunch, we have circled the mail room, listening to each other's mutterings. "...That one's a sausage cassarole- very tasty..." "...Don't get the yellow cake unless you like coconut." "Did you try the chex mix? It has tobasco..." "Ooh! Someone brought mini-cheesecakes!"

I have been driven to trade my usual after school snack for small samplings of these fine selections from the Junior League cookbook. On Friday, they always do a cake-walk by drawing numbers for labeled boxes brought by the parents association. Last year, I received several small dessert loaves. That worked well, as I could quickly divest myself of flavors I would not eat (why do people think banana bread is tasty? ew). This year, I was handed a yellow cake with chocolate frosting from Fresh Market.

This fills me with mixed emotions. I would like to keep it all for myself, evisioning the baroque pleasure of divesting myself of work clothes and sitting in the middle of my bed with nothing but this box of cake and fork. But, that way madness lies. I have managed to get rid of just over half of it by giving my last class pieces as they finished a vocabulary quiz. I am going to try and make myself put it in the freezer when I get home.

It's not really that great a cake, anyhow; the cake part's somewhat dry. My mother makes better. It's just that I have always held desserts in high regard as a special indulgence. I have to remember that this is more of a pacifier, something to placate us during the last seven weeks of school-- as though the sheer insanity of special schedules in May while you're trying to prepare students for a final and get their grades and comments in on time, too, can be modified by sufficient pre-application of butter and extra fine granulated sugar.

Part of me wants to embrace that philosophy, saying, "Medicate me now, Betty Crocker!" But, I'm no pushover; I can stand strong in the face of baked goods. Just, maybe...after one more peice.
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I forgot that I had Sunday duty this weekend (the weekend of [ profile] chattacon) until it was too late to do much more than get someone to cover my morning, so I wouldn't have to get up and do anything until noon. Other than being parched, I'm feeling pretty groovy.

Well, and incredibly hungry. But then, you dance a couple hours and see if you don't want a pizza of your own. Or nachoes. Mmm. Yes, A milkshake and fries would do nicely. But that way, madness lies.

We did a lot of dancing last night. Yay! I am so glad that I met new people (yay for friends of friends!) and that they found me again before I took it into my head to leave last night. I am so nervous in the unknown, y'all. But dancing and silliness was good! I certainly hope that I will get to see them again, and not only at [ profile] wicked_wish's and [ profile] moriarty6's wedding.

I imagine most everybody is still asleep or packing up to go home. I'm sitting around watching Star Trek: The Motion Picture and washing some clothes. It's foggy over the river and everything has a sleepy, peaceful feel. The animals are flopped out on the floor (The Adorable Puppy™ is snoring). Rest well, drive safe, be good!


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