I'm going to bake something yummy. Maybe an almond cherry bar, cookie, scone or muffin. Not sure. But I know one thing for sure. If I keep eating the dried cherries from the bag, I won't have any for one bake, never mind two and three.
I'm not here again today, but please enjoy the spooky eyeball forest.
Speaking of eyeballs. I was at the market yesterday and they had these great little glass jars, that would be PERFECT for my test batch cookies. So instead of eyeballs and brains on the shelf, I'd have test batch 1, test batch 2, and so on.
Okay doke. It's going on 9PM on Tuesday and Frankenberry and I are headed to the Lemon Tart Room for a movie. I don't think I'll last that long. I'm pooped.
It's 5:30 in the morning on Sunday. Bug really really had to pee at 4:00, so I figured what the heck, might as well start the tear bread dough to go with chicken.
Only we're out of whole birds so I'm debating. Do I want to brave the freezing flippin' frickin' cold to grab a raw bird (one store is open, the rest will be soon), or do I want to grab my pillow and conk out in the movie room until Frankenberry does the Sunday zombie shuffle down the hall?