The much-hoped for lightening of mood had set in when I woke up this morning. I'm not exactly leaping about singing, "Tra-la-la!", but no longer crouching in the pit of despair either. I'm ready for whatever the second week of the Institute has in store for me and am ready to do my best.
Yesterday's party for Mama was a success. Mama loves lemon cake, so I decided to make one from scratch. The recipe (once again, from the Smitten Kitchen food blog) called for two sticks of butter, 6 lemons, 4 large eggs and buttermilk. It was a very, very good cake.
So good that Mama briefly contemplated just eating the batter -- no baking needed.
But reason prevailed. It turned out to be a very pretty (as well as tasty) cake.
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| Mama thinks that Bruce is absolutely wonderful in all ways... |
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| ...but when she sees this pic, she'll finally be convinced that he's rotten to the core |
Happy Birthday, Mama!
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