Sleepless Sunday

Good evening, Folks.Let's just say my worries are getting the better of me, tonight. Getting the photography business up and running is just as hard as everyone claims (of course). It feels like I accomplished nothing today because at the end, we are no where closer than yesterday. =[That aside, I have an obsession with lolita clothing. So much so that I aspire to make myself the clothing. However, the patterns I've scrounged for are mainly in Japanese and about 2 sizes too short.If I could make myself these clothings, had I the skill and the money for materials, I would be dolled up and decked...

Butter and Cheese

The beautiful thing about cooking, is you can sit down and tell all your worries to the squishy, semi-cold butter that's helping to create something tasty. You can vent at the block of cheese you're grating. They will never tell your woes. And it will be delicious.Granted, I don't actually talk to my food. But it helps knowing that it's going somewhere. That it all will melt away and leave you with something warm, aromatic and scrumptious.Baking when you're upset, at least biscotti or scones for me, always makes me feel better. Cooking, on...

"Lost in your Arms" goodness

I'm a hopeless, irrevocably, inexcusable, sappy, dreamy-eyed romantic. Part of me wants notes scattered with petals on the floor and for you to always call me Beautiful. Not babe. To be swept off my feet and hear something akin to I am the blood in your veins. The marrow in your bones. I am a part of you as you are a part of me. Forever.Granted, this on-spurt of romantic goo is probably because of the old dime novels I've been devouring lately. Ah, Julia Quinn. Why do you make that sort of love seem so attainable?Have you ever blushed so hard your ears burned?Made scones today. With white chocolate...

American-esque

Let me begin by stating the past few cooking attempts after the biscotti have been nearly disastrous. Somehow, they scrounged by without being horrid, but even I didn't want the leftovers. I made a miso soup with udon noodles and it turned out bitter, sour, salty and sweet. It wasn't bad... but it wasn't good either. Following for dessert was my recently famous eggnog. Only, we were both a little chilled (sickly so) so I opted to try heating it up to just barely above body temperature.Well, you can guess where that went. Neatly into the trash. Again, it wasn't bad, but it turned into a custardy...

Biscotti Mornings

Today I woke up and decided to cook. =] I realized how much I've really missed cooking and so biscotti started it again. Then wheat pancakes (I'd forgotten the baking soda until about 1/2 way through. Guess who ate the flat cakes? Moi!) and a spinach-scallion omelette with white pepper and to top is all off, a mild pure maple syrup. I am now a true adorer of omelettes a la Julia Child. Creamy and rich inside and not quite cooked rock hard. Gooey wonders. <3 Granted, they are pretty rich with the butter, but one or two a week and they...

Can we glue it back on?

Today was one of those days that you sit down and think, "Why the hell didn't today go well? I felt great!" (well, minus the cough, sneezing and runny nose.)For those of you who don't care fine. You've come to the wrong place. For those of you that do, even better.Day started at 1AM when I awoke dehydrated to find boyo unable to sleep again. He said he'd come to bed soon so I went to bed. Only to wake up at 4AM (he's asleep, thankfully), then 6AM. Then 6:50AM, then 7:40AM to finally misread the clock and think it's 9 o'clock, but it wasn't and I woke boyo up. Hurrah. =[ It was 8 o'clock.Ah well,...