midnight baking
Jan. 13th, 2007 11:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireSo I completely forgot to eat dinner when I came home. Dinner was actually the leftover batter in the bowl from making angelfood cake. Mmm angelfood cake. I am filled with the desire to just keep making cakes and pies and tortes and things until there is no more room to store them in the kitchen. I was sorely tempted last week to take a part time job in a bakery just for fun.
My home smells like cake. Mm cake.
It's cold cold cold and I have no fire here. I warmed myself up by soaking in the bath for a long time, and put on my thick Stanford socks. I begged Kevin for those socks one year. If I never got to go to school there, at least I have the socks.
I think I'm going to wrap myself in a blanket and read the newest Vanity Fair. Or I could keep hitting the random article link on wikipedia, which is really fun.
My home smells like cake. Mm cake.
It's cold cold cold and I have no fire here. I warmed myself up by soaking in the bath for a long time, and put on my thick Stanford socks. I begged Kevin for those socks one year. If I never got to go to school there, at least I have the socks.
I think I'm going to wrap myself in a blanket and read the newest Vanity Fair. Or I could keep hitting the random article link on wikipedia, which is really fun.